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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Our eyes met. “I’m a human being, not a...,” I whispered. I didn't know how to say it.
Anton glowed with good health as he stood and began running. I jogged up to his side and he glanced over. “I know you are but you need to start realizing that I’m your only salvation.”
We jogged through park and I remembered running with my track team in freshman year. When Anton wanted to end our run I resisted. “No, just a few more miles,” I said.
Anton smirked over at me with approval. “You’re so fucking cool.”
We ran through a ghetto and our footsteps were a tattoo in my ears. When we got back to the hotel room Alcide and Eric were making out. Locked in each other’s arms they looked up as Anton used his key to open the door. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and wiped his face off. Then he turned to me with a tender expression and wiped the light sheen of sweat from my face.
I realized with a clenching of my stomach that I still liked him. Even after Darla. What is happening to my moral compass?
Anton rolled a joint and lit it. He got up and opened the fridge door and handed me a shake. I opened it and sipped it hungrily, knowing that I had probably burned off that fish sandwich completely. When he passed the joint I took it and didn’t even hesitate. The pungent odor filled the little room as Eric and Alcide resumed their make out session.
Anton didn’t even seem put out by their making out. He turned on the TV and I saw it was on the news. He could have turned the station but didn’t. He sat back down and something intense coated his face and I knew he was waiting to see me. A half hour later I appeared on the screen. It was my freshman year photo and I winced at how young and innocent I looked. Then my parents came on.
They were standing in front of the house I’d grown up in. My mom who makes Christie Brinkley look ugly was crying against my dad’s chest. “Sookie if you see this please come home,” dad said into the camera.
“We won’t be mad sweetheart,” Mom said wiping tears from her eyes. They thought that I had run away.
Then the screen filled with Brandon. He was crying, heaving with his sobs, all around him at the little table he was being interviewed at sat Kleenex’s and he kept blowing his nose. “Sookie I don’t know what the heck happened to you, I don’t even know if you’re alive or if you just left me,” he looked directly into the camera, directly into my eyes.
I got up and my fingers touched the dusty screen, touched his face. “Is that your boyfriend?” Anton asked.
I didn’t reply, I just collapsed at the feet of the small TV. He shut off the TV and got on the floor with me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I let him pick me up and carry me to the bed that Darla had died in. Eric and Alcide were just laying there watching us. “Your mom’s hot,” Alcide commented before kissing Eric once more.
I snuffled against Anton’s slightly sweaty t-shirt. I felt his hand go to my hair and he started stroking it as I sobbed. “You were in love with him,” he sounded jealous.
I said nothing and trembled against him and he folded his arms around me. Eric and Alcide started fucking next to us. Anton took my hand and led me outside and we sat out in the plastic chairs around the pool. My tears were drying up and when I looked up I saw Anton’s expression was furious.
“I hate that you love that fag,” he scowled.
“Brandon wasn’t a fag, he was wonderful,” I said getting up and shedding my clothing.
I dove into the pool perfectly, but then I was an expert swimmer. Anton watched me for a minute before stripping and joining me. “OK maybe he was,” he said irritably. “I just can’t stand it, at least he was good looking,” he added standing halfway between the deep end and shallow. That was something I came to find about him; he prized physical beauty almost more than any other quality.
I started doing laps, first free style and then butterfly strokes. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” Anton asked clearly impressed.
“Yeah I can’t draw for shit,” I said taking a break.
He digested this. I saw two shadows fall across the pool and it was Eric and his lover. They looked contented, more so than they had in a long time. Eric peered down at us and his gaze went from me to Anton.
“I hope for the sake of Alcide that you didn’t kiss her,” he said softly. I shivered and suddenly the balmy water felt chilled.
“Nope,” he replied casually. “You getting in?”
The blonde just looked at him and then took of his pants, his chest was already bare. Alcide followed suit and soon there were four of us in the water.
The moon was waning above and I wondered what time it was. They treaded water and watched me with hungry eyes, eyes like stars shining with darkness in the night.
Eric smoothly swam towards me and held me in his arms. I felt so tiny and insignificant in his embrace. “That must have been hard to watch,” he said quietly against the crown of my head.
I looked up into his face and was surprised at the kindness I saw there. They were so confusing. “Why can’t you see that I’m dying inside?”
Eric’s eyes narrowed. “We’re all dying or already dead,” he said dismissively letting me go.
We got out of the pool and by then my fingers were pruned. I showered and used the little bottle of hotel shampoo and borrowed Eric’s brush for my hair. I dressed in sweats that Anton loaned to me. For a long moment I stared into my eyes that I’d inherited from my great grandfather. I remembered seeing a tin type of him and feeling this crazy connection to him, it was his fault that I was being raped over and over and he’d been dead for over forty years.
When I came out they were all watching a porno and Anton was smoking the rest of his crack. I gave him a worried look and he saw it and shrugged. “Why don’t you ever seem fucked up?” I asked him settling down beside him on the bed that he’d murdered Darla in.
“I don’t know, I get messed up though,” he murmured.
On the screen a woman was being gang raped and I cringed at the scene. But she was into it, or she was being paid to seem like she was. Three guys were tag teaming her and five others were jerking off. “Sookie take off your clothes,” Eric commanded me.
I shrank back as he got off the bed and moved the short distance between us. “Please I’m tired,” I said looking for some sign of the kindness he’d shown in the pool.
He stared at me. “What difference does that make?”
“I’m warning you.”
So I slipped the t-shirt over my head and slid my pants down. My cheeks burned at the thought of Anton seeing me once more being raped. A long sigh escaped him and he didn’t look sad merely jealous. “Can I please fuck her?”
Eric scowled down at him and shook his head. “No but you can watch,” he conceded.
Anton got up and rolled a joint and his eyes through the smoke were aroused. He unbuttoned his jeans and took his cock out and started stroking it. The blonde pushed me to my knees and without any urging I took his enormous member into my mouth. I was becoming the perfect slave.
He wrapped his hand into my hair and groaned and it was such a male sound. “Did you know that Alexander the Great was gay?” he asked Anton while I sucked him off.
“Really?”
I gazed up at my rapist and waited for him stop me. Eventually he did and threw me to the bed and spread my slender thighs and ripped into me. I screamed and saw Anton come closer and sit on the bed next to me. “Can I at least touch her?”
Eric glared up at him. “Fine,” he growled with a glance to Alcide. “You’re going to own her at some point anyway,” he added.
Anton’s pianist hands went to my breasts and he fondled them with something like a ravenous hunger on his face. “Can I suck them?”
Alcide was watching him with jealousy but I suspected that it wasn’t that Anton was touching me, it was that he wasn’t touching him. “Yeah,” Alcide said irritably. Anton bent his dark head and captured a nipple in his mouth. It felt good and my hands knifed into his thick hair and gripped his head tightly.
Eric’s cock inside me was so huge, so painful. “Please use that stuff,” I pleaded with him.
He looked annoyed. “Pass me the lube,” he said to Alcide.
His lover handed it to him and Eric greased up and reentered me. Alcide turned on the IPOD and I started crying as a song came on and its melody burned into my heart. It was an aching accordion type sound and then a man started singing. “Does she love you, you suppose? You’re somebody who would know, who believes in what you are, you’re my favorite thing by far. There’s a fire in your eyes I see it on sometimes, I see it many times, yes I’m sure it shines in you.”
Tears rained down my cheeks and Anton wiped them tenderly from my face and he bent his head to me and kissed me gently. His mouth tasted of drugs and even though he’d brushed his teeth I could taste Darla’s cigarettes in his mouth and pot and a bitter taste that I guessed was the crack. The song swelled around us as Eric fucked me and Alcide came behind him entered him.
As we kissed Eric’s hand wrapped tightly around my throat and squeezed until I screamed into Anton’s mouth. When I looked they all seemed aroused by my struggle to breathe, even the one I was beginning to suspect was falling in love with me. I could hear the echo of Brandon’s sobs in my head as I took in their inhuman beauty. Eric pulled out and came on my stomach and I surprised, usually he loved to cum on my face.
Alcide pulled out of his lover and mounted me. I bit my lip as he tore into me. He was watching Anton watching me and a sad look came over him. He covered my face with one large hand and forced it to the side. He bent his head and began biting and licking my neck. I struggled but it was no use. And on the screen below the music was the whore’s moans as she was gang raped and I knew bitterly that I was no different than her, I may have not been getting paid but I was just a receptacle for them.
Alcide lifted his hand and hit me in the stomach hard and smiled. He loved to beat me, much more so than Eric. His cock got even harder when I whimpered. My little body was trembling so much that it was vibrating my rapist’s.
His pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach and I lost it. “Please god don’t Alcide!”
“Yes beg him,” Anton said huskily into my ear. He may be falling for me but he was still a sick depraved beast.
My friend was going to masturbate while I got ass raped and the sickest part about it was that I was most likely still going to like him afterwards. I laughed and the tears didn’t come. I was all dried up inside. Alcide entered me and Eric put on a dreamy song and laid on the bed next to us. Anton was stroking himself to his orgasm. He came on my back around the same time Alcide shot his load in my stretched ass.
When it was over he kissed my nape and whispered “Thanks.”
I rolled onto my side not even caring that I was covered in jizz. And after we all had gotten some sleep we were going to frolic in the sunshine and visit Universal Studios like I’d always wanted to. It made me smirk and laugh a little.
Special thanks to Janjan for all her reviews and thanks go to Marebare who is rapidly becoming a favorite reader of mine. The song playing is “David Bowie I’ve loved you since I was six” Oh and Sophi much love to you+)
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