OV: The Original Vampire (Book #1) (10 page)

“Abuse is abuse.” Vinnie said.

They walked until dark. They realized at the same time that they had endured the sun all day without burning. It was a revelation that needed a pause from the hike and a smile. Josie took off her dress and sat on the ground and raised her shapely legs in the air to roll off her white thigh-highs. Vinnie noticed her soft white skin being revealed as her delicate fingers lightly tugged down the hose.

He knelt beside her. He pulled off his shirt to reveal zero body fat. He gently grabbed one of her tiny feet and slowly placed his mouth over her big toe. He sucked softly, but enough to give her electric tingles up into her inner-thigh. She became wet and
open to anything. Each touch he implemented on her body gave her a shudder. She became embarrassed that his every touch made her head shake and her lips quiver.

He lied on his back and rolled her over on top of him. Her hands pressed against the muscular ripples of his stomach, as she tightened her thighs around his torso. The more the sensation increased on her clitoris, the more she tightened her thighs around him.

She rocked him like a seesaw, as she momentarily forgot about him and rode the seesaw to ultimate climax. The climax was so strong she almost fainted. The sensation was so strong that it engulfed her whole body. Her whole body was like her vagina. Afterword, they lied on their backs and watched the stars become visible.

They got dressed and headed down the trail. The forest felt welcoming and nostalgic of the youth Josie and Vinnie had playing tag and hide-and-go-seek in the woods. There was something simple and calming about the bark and moss, the creeks and the birds, all casually interacting.

As they made it halfway up Storm King Mountain, there was a white doe. There is no such thing as a white doe, but Vinnie and Josie saw one. One of them created it without telling the other. The doe had soft eyelashes and a pink nose. It was the purest life form, a stark contrast from the evil Vinnie and Josie have witnessed.

They made it back
to Storm King and felt at peace. Vinnie started a fire and watched the flames, while Josie stretched her muscles.

“I don’t think
Daira’s alive anymore.” Josie said, “When I saw her she was twelve. Whenever I think of her, she’s only twelve. That would be really sad if she had died as a little girl.”

“That would be sad, but we have each other and I know your inner-child is still there.” Vinnie said.

The fire crackled as Vinnie thought about what she said. Moments later, Vinnie said, “I think Van Norden still has some answers for us.”

“That guy’s a dick” She said, as she rubbed her feet.

“Yeah, I know. But, do you know of any other free and dead consultants on important topics, such as why we are here and not dead, or non-existent like the others?” He asked.

“Good point.”

They got close to the fire and kissed. It was slow, soft and intense.

“Let’s go.”
Vinnie whispered.

They closed their eyes and began to rock, Indian-style on the soft, mossy
floor. This time, the transition through the gateway to the fifth dimension wasn’t easy for Josie. She had wicked flashing images of Tom hitting her, her dad molesting her and Daira hanging herself. There were sharp pains in her cranium, as she tried to control her anxious breathing.

She had a wave of nausea and her body became hot, then chilled. She began to sweat profusely, like the beginning of a serious flu.

She blurted out, “You can have my blood. I don’t want it.” as tears rolled down her face.

Vinnie opened his eyes and looked at her, “Your blood is special. I was selfish in wanting it.”

“No. No! I’m tired of holding back. It’s prudent of me. I’m selfish by not thinking of you. I’m tired of being scared.” She cried. “Go ahead.”

She took a little sharp rock and thrust it into his hand, and held his hand as she pulled him up to her neck. They made a cut in her neck together. A dark red elixir
began, as Vinnie became excited at the sight. His legs and groin tingled like never before, as he watched a lazy drop of blood move down her neck, almost taunting him.

He placed his hot, thirsty lips on her soft neck. He became possessed as his eyes glazed over in a state of almost idiotic ecstasy.

“Suck me hard.” She exhaled through her words.

Vinnie kicked off his shoes and pants and lied next to her. He was excited because she could feel it poking against her side. His eyes became heavy, as he floated into oblivion. There was a little drool on the side of his mouth. Josie was in her own heaven. His constant sucking pressure on her neck made her toes curl and her nipples hard. It was a twisted symbiotic relationship.

After he passed out and stopped sucking, Josie continued her pleasure by reaching down and rubbing the protruded spot where all the sense were. She manipulated it with her two fingers and took the climaxes with a painfully sweet relish.

Now, they were both on their backs stoned and blissed out. There were green and pink neon clouds swirling in the sky, as the Northern lights encompassed Vinnie and Josie with enchantment.

Vinnie awoke to the sound of a Jake Brake on a logging truck. He didn’t know if it was real or a dream. He had a sudden feeling of doom, as he awoke Josie and told her about it.

“Something happened to my friends. Did you hear that truck?” He asked.

“We’re in the middle of the forest. I doubt you heard a truck.” She said.

“It echoed in my ears when I awoke. It felt and sounded real. I’m going to check it out. Are you coming?”

“Yes.
Yeah, of course.

They rocked together in uniform. It now felt natural for Josie to rock. It calmed her and the motion of it made her feel like she was traveling. The spirals came, as Vinnie saw a highway form out of the pixels on his eyelids. There was a highway that snaked up through the mountains. It was quiet and peaceful.

Then, there were headlights in the distance, heading towards Vinnie who was now standing on the centerline of the highway.
The headlights of the truck were shimmering like stars from the heat waves rising up from the asphalt. There was a faint sound of an evil machine rolling on steel wheels and the sad whine of a diesel turbo.

The lights came closer to Vinnie, as he could see the chrome exhaust stacks of the truck shining. He then looked to the side of the road and saw three people in black. They were a couple hundred yards away and looked small. They were watching the truck coming. They knelt down and were pointing at the road. Vinnie could see one had long hair and was probably a girl.
Vinnie stood there, transfixed, as if his limbs couldn’t function. He knew it was a vision or a dream, but he wanted to break the invisible barrier and go see what they were doing.

Suddenly, the truck was upon them, as one of the three kneeling over jutted out and dove in front of the truck. The second one, the other guy, dove between the back set of tires of the truck and the first set of the trailer. It was a logging truck.

Vinnie was close enough to hear the thuds. The third person, the one with long hair, screamed. It was definitely a girl, as she ran out onto the highway and was grabbing them, pounding the ground, and yelling into the sky.

Vinnie ran over and saw, what seemed like, gallons of blood on the road. There were patterns in the blood that told a story, like the velocity of impact, how the body was hit, and the final death splatter.

After Vinnie analyzed the scene, he ran over to the girl, who had her hands over her face, wailing. “Hey, it’s okay.” He said, but she didn’t see or hear him. “Are you alright?” He raised his voice. There still was no response. He went back over and looked at the shattered remains of flesh. He recognized one of them wearing a black t-shirt with white letters that said: Nuu Chah Nulth. It was an Indian tribe near Neah Bay, it also symbolized people associated with Vinnie and the fifth dimension. Vinnie was well-versed in the rituals of certain Indian tribes and was not scared of death. Life had a continuum Vinnie understood with an inner-calm.

Josie came up behind him on the highway. “She can’t hear you because she’s irrational and is temporarily out of Fifth dimension.”

The woman wailed into the sky right in front of Vinnie. It was like he was behind glass looking in.

“The driver’s coming back!” Josie tugged at Vinnie. The truck had pulled over and turned on their emergency lights. A big, bearded man in flannel ran up the side of the highway towards them.

“We gotta go, cops are going to come next.” Josie said.

“They’re in our minds Josie.” Vinnie reminded her.

“I still don’t want to see them, conscious or unconscious.”

Vinnie and Josie hid in the woods and watched the highway. The logger ran up to the woman, as she began hitting him. He tried restraining her, but she broke free.

“This is not an isolated incident.” Vinnie whispered.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I can feel a shift in the collective consciousness. More people, in our dimension, are sacrificing themselves to stop the log trucks, which would stop logging.

“Unbelievable.” She said.

“Copy that, but I think it’s time.” He smiled.

“Let’s go, we have other business.” Josie said.

They began tree tipping their way to the unknown town where Van
Norden was. Tree tipping is when you climb to the top of a flimsy tree and wait till it starts to bend over, then you jump to the next tree.

“My dreams seem to be getting better.” Josie laughed, as they tipped trees side by side.

“You’re letting go of the past Josie, that’s why.” Vinnie said.

They tipped trees until the scenery became gray and cobblestone streets appeared. It felt European. Vinnie pushed the door open to Van
Norden’s library and started the Q&A immediately.

“So, why is your very own son hanging in Bud’s now burnt down cabin? He asked, as Josie stood by his side.

Van Norden cleared his throat, “Because Bud is sick.”

“Fuck you, you’re sick!” blurted out Josie.

“Josie.” Vinnie turned to her, then looked back at Van Norden.

“Why would Bud do that, did he even know Derek?” Vinnie asked.

“Bud wanted Derek. Derek had turned him down.”

“Fuck you!” Josie yelled. It echoed through the hallways.

“Josie, that doesn’t help.” Vinnie said.

“It would be nice if we could get Bud’s side of the story, but he’s having trouble speaking at the moment.” chimed in Josie.

“It would be nice if we could speak with him.” Vinnie said.

“You can if your intentions are purely positive.” Van
Norden said.

Josie spoke up, “I mean, how pure? Do I have to be a nun to speak with my father?”

“Not exactly, but if you haven’t forgiven him for everything, you might not get far.” He said.

“We’ll see.” Josie said and began to walk out, as Vinnie gave Van
Norden a long look before following suit.

Between events in the Gateway, the spirals of light danced and kept the participants preoccupied with a sort of lightshow, which prevented them from waking. The spirals slowly fade away as the scenery replaced it.

This time, the scenery was instantly repulsive to Josie and alarming to Vinnie. They were in Bud’s purgatory. The smell of vomit filled the air, like freshly regurgitated beer. People crawled on the ground with bloody knees, and every act of degradation, perversion, and sloth were displayed openly; no one cared, no one bathed, and no one stunck so bad.

“I never thought I’d be back here.” Josie said.

They looked around in silent horror. There was not one bird, tree or animal. Everything was either dead, or in some kind of decomposed state.

They walked around on muddy trails, which were lined with empty beer and wine bottles and garbage. They spotted the fire pit which had moved since the last time they were there. They saw the bodies hunched over the flames; some laughing, some crying and puking. It was hard to watch, let alone walk up to them.

They approached the circle. The bums whipped their heads around to look at Vinnie and Josie. Their necks snapped in unison. It sounded like a butcher chopping through a spinal cord, or cracking a ribcage.

Josie grabbed Vinnie’s arm and stayed behind him. They stood by the fire. The flames of the fire turned their skin orange from firelight, as they momentarily ignored the bums.

“Wha. Meep. But.” They heard from across the fire. It was bud. He trembled like a Chihuahua, as he tried gesturing them to come over.

Vinnie and Josie walked over, as a giant troll-like man ceased Josie’s arm. He scraped her arm with his long dirty fingernails, as he tried to lick her skin. Vinnie stepped back and pushed the man’s head back with his boot, and led Josie away.

“Me. Yep. Ahh.” Bud said. “Ah” was when Josie noticed urine dripping out from his pant legs. She looked away. Bud laughed and cried. His pink tears were now black, the saline had dried and left tar, probably from his heart and lungs.