Vampire Of The New World

Jon felt weak in his entire body and he struggled to keep his eyes open. His eyes suddenly felt very heavy and his limbs were as if encased in cement that he could hardly move. One of the women was bending very close to him until he could smell her perfumed black hair. She had on a flowing white gown which brushed across his face as she stood up and stepped away. Jon's skin tingled as if touched by a rush of cold air wherever she came in contact with him. Then, Jon felt hot liquid flowing from his neck towards his collar and he assumed it to be his own blood. In his mind's eye, Jon could see himself surrounded by the three women much like the same way that vultures surround its prey or when the sharks surrounded the Golden Krone a few days ago.

"Hush! I told you to be quiet," said the woman who was bending over Jon to her companions. "He's going to wake up."

"You spilled some. Let me get at it," cried a second woman and Jon saw from the corner of his eye one of the women rising and approaching him. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders and fell on Jon's face. Her scent was intoxicating and Jon had a burning d.e.s.i.r.e to reach out and touch her as he struggled to stay awake. He felt the woman's lips touch his neck and the soft pull of her kiss on his skin. Jon made a soft groan as her tongue eventually made a winding path across his neck and upwards to his jawline.

"That's too much! Leave some of him for me," cried a third woman and she pulled the other away from Jon. She held Jon's head to one side and cradled it between her left arm and b.r.e.a.s.t, exposing more of his neck. She held him close and made soothing sounds that lulled Jon to slide further towards unconsciousness. Then, Jon felt something pierce his skin. The sensation was far from painful, but was tingling, even pleasurable. He felt his pulse quicken as the woman locked him in an embrace and her long kiss pulled at the skin of his neck. Jon could not explain what he was feeling, but it was nothing short of ecstasy. He felt his heart pumping wildly even as she withdrew. Jon immediately longed for her touch and would have held her back had he been able to move. Jon then felt the woman's hands on his c.h.e.s.t and a wet tongue licked his neck. Electricity seemed to course through his body.

"Look, he's coming awake!" said the first woman, her eyes wide as she looked at Jon.

"His eyes are opening! I told you not to touch him!" shrieked the second, pulling the third woman's arm.

Slowly, Jon was able to raise his left hand to touch his neck as the third woman released her hold on him. He felt small raised wounds on his neck and the few drops of warm viscous liquid that oozed out of the fresh wounds. He dropped his hand to his side as he totally lost control of his body. He was completely paralyzed. His vision blurred as if he were drugged and he saw a kaleidoscope of colors. He heard an absent wind blowing in his ears and his body felt cold.

The three women stood in front of Jon, watching him as he lost his motor functions. His eyes were still partly open and through his blurred vision, could see the three of them fighting over him. They were all wearing white flowing gowns over their slender, voluptuous bodies. Their faces were pale white against the black of their hair that fell freely past their shoulders. Their lips were a deep red, making their faces even paler. Even through the haze, Jon could tell that they were extremely beautiful.

"You took too much!" said the first woman as she rushed and held the other's wrist.

"Let go off me! You already had your fill when you gave him to me!" The third woman shook off the other's grip on her arm.

"Sisters, what will the master say when he finds out." The second sister looked uneasily around them.

"This is the master's fault. He did promise to give us something special today."

"I want more of him. Let me go."

All three rushed towards Jon, intent on getting to him first. Suddenly, they were all thrown back by a strange force. Fog seemed to rise from the ground and a black figure with red eyes emerged. Around the red eyes, Dante's face gradually appeared. In a few moments, he was standing in front of the women, his face a mask of anger.

"I told you not to touch him!" shouted Dante. "How dare you disobey my orders!" His voice reverberated as he towered above the three sisters who were lying on the ground.

The third sister raised her head in defiance and said, "You promised to give us something special today. We are just claiming it."

"You did promise us," chorused the two other sisters.

"You said you love us and would give us anything we want."

"But you are incapable of love!"

"Enough!" came Dante's sonorous voice. "You all know that you would not be here squabbling if not for me. Remember your place!"

The three sisters huddled together and stood up defiantly. They whispered to each other and looked at Dante suspiciously. Then, they softly giggled to each other while making furtive glances at Dante.

Jon could not see what was happening, but Dante seemed to throw something at the three sisters, much like throwing a bone to the dogs. The three women rushed at it like sharks fighting over a single prey. Soon, the air was dead silent and Jon felt Dante lifting him and carrying him over his shoulder. Jon's eyes closed as he saw three women bending over something on the ground. Then, Jon gave in to the darkness that enveloped him and he lost consciousness.