A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4

... turned and looked at him completely in a panic, and he just stood there with his arms crossed like a stubborn child, and neither of us had enough Gods damned time to talk this out over biscuits and tea. “Damn it Matthew! So far he doesn't appear to be following us, but I can't take any chances with you. You have to get in your truck and drive straight home, and you don't come looking for me. Once everything is safe, I will come for you. Believe me, I will come and get you, but Matthew, right now... I can protect myself, but I cannot also protect you. So you have to leave right now!” I grabbed him by the tops of his shoulders and pressed my lips against his, the stinging of non-existent tears already burning my eyes, as I felt such an out rush of emotion for this man. Abruptly Matthew pulled away, “Wait a minute. It's him isn't it? The guy in the painting over your fire place? That was him... wasn't it? Wasn't it Estelle?!” I couldn't waste anymore time. I grabbed Matthew by both of his wrists and tugged and pulled him the rest of the way over to his truck, and he fought me the whole time, until finally I gave in. “Yes! Alright? Yes, it's him, and if you don't leave and get far away from here right now, He. Will. Kill. You... and I'm not strong enough, to protect us both.” Matthew just stared at me for a few more moments, that felt like centuries, before finally taking my face in his hands and kissing me tenderly. He held my face in hands and just purposefully looked me deep ...

... in the eyes once more, before turning, getting into his truck, starting the ignition, and then he sped off into the night. I stood there in the dimly lit parking lot of the club, watching the rear headlights of Matthews truck slowly fading in the distance. Then with Matthew now a safe distance away, and getting ever further, I began to pay more attention to my environment. I listened very carefully as I spun around slowly in a 360 degree turn. Nothing. In fact it was almost too still. Then suddenly the crickets stopped their chirping and I got a sense of dread. “No...” Now it was terrifyingly silent and I knew exactly the reason why. Then abruptly I heard the slam of the heavy metal door to the club, as it closed back into place, but when I spun around to see who had just come out, there was no one there; but I now could feel his dark energy and smell that familiarly sweet stench of the cursed undead. I began to breath heavily in pure terror as a gust of wind blew past me once, and I turned in the direction it went. My head snapping back and forth, constantly scanning the parking lot. Then once again that same gust of wind blew past me, but this time brutally knocking me to the pavement, but I quickly sprung back up to my feet in a crouching position, trying to prepare for his next attack. With each passing year, our species can individually become more powerful. The longer we exist, the more enhanced our powers become. Speed, agility, strength, and of course our allure, are ...