Chapter 8 – Dahlia #2
Next, I take four other crystals from my collection and carefully step over the candles and into the circle, taking my time to lie down so I don’t disrupt anything.
I go on my back, my eyes open to the ceiling, and place a small ametrine generator on my solar plexus to bring me comfort and confidence.
In one hand I make a fist around a tumble of black tourmaline for protection from the vampires, in my other I do so with angelite for opening my mind.
Finally, I place a very rare piece of moldavite on my forehead to open my third eye.
Immediately I feel the moldavite vibrate, generating heat into my skin.
I’ve had a tricky relationship with moldavite since its energy is so intense, but that’s exactly the help I need to do this.
With everything ready, I do my best to relax. I meditate for a bit, clearing my mind, bringing forth the image of myself leaving my body. Every time I attempt to do it though, I lose focus and feel pulled to the ground again.
Knowing that time is of the essence doesn’t help, but I have to act like I have all the time in the world. I have to let it happen, it can’t be forced.
Mind awake, body asleep , I start to chant.
All my focus goes to the burning moldavite between my eyes, a shimmery green crystal that’s not a crystal at all, but glass, the result of a meteor slamming into the earth fifteen million years ago. When I use it, it’s as if I can feel the origins of the universe inside it.
It isn’t until I finally feel calm and at peace, the ametrine helping me feel buoyant and clear, that I feel myself enter the vibrational stage, where it feels like waves of energy are rolling up and down my body.
Eventually there’s a kick, and I lift away from my body and enter the spirit realm.
I’m now floating in the air and I head for the window, letting the breeze take me away.
I don’t look back at my body lying on the floor, the sight would be too shocking and I would be pulled back.
Instead I find myself floating just above my apartment building, the lagoon spreading before me, its dark waters seeming to swallow up the lights of the city.
I try not to marvel at what I’m doing—doing so seems to break the spell—instead I accept it and use it while I can.
On the astral plane, you are free to create whatever you want (within reason) or do whatever you want, but I have no intentions of having fun while I’m here, I just need to get a job done.
Of course, being on the spirit plane means that I’m drawn to places of spiritual significance, such as San Michelle, the Island of the Dead, that sits across from my building.
The call there is strong, an island comprised only of tombs since you can’t bury the dead in Venice, but I make my way down to the conservatory.
I get there so quickly, it’s like teleporting, and suddenly I’m inside the library.
The lights are all off save for a few desk lamps here and there, and it’s definitely closed and empty. I focus on the metal door and move through it, then through a black space that feels like a hallway, then through another door.
And then…
I’m there.
At first I don’t know where I could possibly be or what the hell is going on.
Though I don’t have a body, my senses are all still there, and I’m hit with the musky scent of sex and the metallic tinge of blood.
I realize I’m at the top of a spiral staircase looking down over a vast windowless room.
The walls are red velvet, the furniture black leather, candles lit in sconces casting dark shadows.
There are straps and chains and other contraptions you’d find at a BDSM club, if it was held in a gothic cloister.
There are also people fucking all over the place, and a lot of the straps and ropes and chains are in use, which makes me think it is an actual BDSM club.
Until I notice why it smells like blood.
It’s everywhere.
The feeding.
For every couple or throuple or orgy that’s engaging in enthusiastic sex, there are vampires feeding, drinking blood with equal abandon, some of them fucking and drinking at the same time.
Deep gasps and moans come from all around the room below me, and I know I need to leave this place.
Even in my astral form, it feels unsafe, and like I shouldn’t be seeing any of this at all. It’s too dangerous for me to stay.
But I can’t stop myself. I’m too curious about what’s happening here, and there’s still a chance that the book is somewhere amongst all these vampires.
I slowly descend down to the main floor, looking for Valtu or the leggy vampires, but it’s hard to find them in this sea of naked writhing bodies. There’s just too much going on at once, too much to focus on.
Eventually I make myself look at the people closest to me.
There’s a woman, a human woman, tied to an iron-post bed with silky ribbons, her legs spread wide open and her wrists tied to the headboard.
She’s a pretty blonde, early twenties maybe, and her eyes wide are wide, her jaw slack with pleasure.
She’s moaning and crying out as a vampire is fucking her and another man is sucking on her breasts with ravenous hunger.
His lips leave bloody marks as they work at her but he doesn’t seem to be drawing blood.
I watch as a tall, naked, lean man approaches the bed, grinning. His cock thick and hard, a drop of precum glistening at the tip, and I recognise him as Aleksi. A chill runs down my spine despite the warmth of the room.
The woman gasps when she sees him, and starts to struggle against her restraints, but it’s no use.
The man currently fucking her pulls out with a groan, giving Aleksi room to slide in, and the other man steps away from her breasts.
“Not him,” she cries out but Aleksi only grins, his fangs sharpening before my eyes. He lets out a malicious laugh and thrusts deep into her, her body bucking under the strain.
“She’s afraid you’re going to feed,” the vampire who fucked her says, laughing, running his hand over his cock. He’s hard again, always ready to go, like vampires usually are. “We’ve already had her our fill of her earlier. She might not have much left to give.”
“I can wring water from a stone,” Aleksi muses in an Eastern European accent, thrusting harder and faster. “I’ll fuck her properly for a change. Get her blood really pumping. That will make all the difference.”
I watch as the woman cries out again, her body tensing and releasing in orgasm, her pussy clenching hard around Aleksi.
She went from being afraid to coming hard in seconds flat.
As much as I hate vampires, no humans can ever compare when it comes to sex with them.
This is giving me flashbacks. It’s hot and sexy and deliciously depraved, and despite not having a body, I can’t help but feel myself getting wet between my legs.
My eyes are still focused on the couple, watching as the man who was fucking her goes to stand by the bed, his cock hard and ready, trying to put it in her mouth.
“Don’t even think of it,” Aleksi snarls at him. “She’s mine now. She’ll be useless when I’m done with her.”
“A woman is never useless,” the other vampire says, “even if she’s dead.”
Aleksi bares his teeth at the other vampire until he walks away, then Aleksi’s pupils go red and he bites down on the girl’s neck. I can actually hear his fangs puncture the skin in a sickening pop.
I turn away just in time to see Valtu striding out of a black lacquered door at the end of the room, guards stationed on either side.
For a moment I am totally shocked to see him here in this setting, then I chide myself for thinking that way.
Of course he’s here. He’s a vampire like the rest of them.
He’s the one who let Aleksi in here, like he’s the doorman of this place.
Unfortunately my professor isn’t naked at the moment.
He’s wearing black pants, bare feet, but he’s shirtless and that has my attention.
His upper body is perfectly sculpted, smooth skin with broad shoulders, a wide firm chest with a light dusting of chest hair, and washboard abs complete with a treasure trail.
He looks beyond powerful, manly, and commanding.
I’m so grateful he can’t tell that I’m here right now watching him, or he’d totally catch me staring at him with drool on my chin.
Valtu looks annoyed, his dark brows furrowed, and he marches toward Aleksi and the girl.
“Who is watching you right now?” Valtu practically barks at him.
Aleksi pays him no attention. He’s completely given over to bloodlust, draining the girl as he fucks her.
“Hey!” Valtu says, pressing his hand against Aleksi’s shoulder, hard enough that it dislodges his bite, nearly knocking him off the bed. Blood gushes down the woman’s neck, pooling in her collarbones, and she lets out a soft cry, her eyes looking empty.
Aleksi roars at Valtu, baring his fangs, blood spraying as he speaks. “What the fuck!?”
“You’re killing her!” Valtu yells. “You know the rules.”
“Rules?!”
Quicker than my eyes can follow, Aleksi leaps over the bed and pushes Valtu back, a hand wrapped around his throat until they float backwards through the air and Valtu is smashed into the velvet walls.
“Rules!” Aleksi sneers in Valtu’s face. “I don’t follow any rules you’ve attempted to throw down. I own this city. My city. You have nothing. You think you’re a god for creating this place? Most vampires were happiest when they could kill for their dinner, not eating while on a leash.”
Valtu doesn’t back down. He takes a moment to stare right into Aleksi’s blue eyes, breathing hard through his nose, then with a growl he pushes Aleksi off and whirls him around so that Aleksi is pinned against the wall, his forearm against his windpipe.
To my shock, Valtu reaches down with his other hand and grabs Aleksi by the literal balls.