Grabbing her temples she looked about in a daze. She wiped her eyes and blinked a couple of times.
Her dew covered skin was dry now as her crumbled up clothing lay sprawled at her feet. Reaching for her night gown, she slipped it over her head and stumbled to her feet.
Opting to forgo her panties as they were covered in leaves; she balled them in her hand and then grabbed her scarf.
Her breathing hitched as she made a shocking discovery. She was not in pain!
Immediately she dropped her garments and poked at her belly. There was nothing; no discomfort; not even a twinch.
Sweat beads formed at her temples as her legs grew shakey all over. Could this be true? Could this really be happening? She lifted her night gown; tucking it rapidly underneath her breast.
She pressed her belly again. There was zero discomfort. Her abdomen was no longer bloated or distended; and she had no sharp pains shooting through it.
Tears welled in her eyes as her wobbly knees gave way. Gareth had kept his promise, he'd healed her!
Amie sobbed and sobbed as wails of joy escaped her lips. The battle was over and she had won! No more pain...no more suffering!
"Thank you Gareth. Where ever you are; thank you" she whispered.
Standing to her feet, she grabbed her clothing and started to head home.
How was she going to explain this to everybody? What would her parents say? What would her friends say? She didn't know and she didn't care. She'd make up a lie if she had to. All she knew was once she was sick and now she was well and that was all that mattered.
Smiling to herself, she made her way through the winding trail. Adrenaline surged through her veins like liquid dynamite. For the first time in years, she was excited about life and hopeful of her future.
Of all the decisions she'd made; in this one; she was most proud. Sometimes you just gotta stop being afraid of everything. Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and run with it. Seek out the undiscovered; explore the possibilities.
Besides, she'd given everyone else a chance. She'd tried every medication there was; but nothing had worked. A friend of hers had even dragged her to one of those faith healing revivals one night.
She chuckled again.
That service lasted darn near 2 hours and after all of that fiasco, she still managed to leave as sick as she was when she arrived. She did everything the minister said. She'd raised her hands; lifted her voice; hopped around on one leg; rolled around on the floor. Her face was so oily from anointing oil, she just knew she'd be a pizza face in a couple of days. But to her dismay; that didn't work.
Everything had failed her. Doctors had failed her. And more than that, God had failed her. But then one day, it all changed. The strange dreams she'd been having introduced her to Gareth. At first she thought she was crazy. She just knew for sure that she was loosing her mind. But then after awhile; it all made since.
Her dreams were an omen; it was Gareth's way of preparing her for what was to come.
Exhaling with relief, she lifted her gaze to the sky. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. A slow lump crept up her throat.
'Am I a vampire now? Am I suppose to be in the sun?'
She looked at her palms. Sun rays reflected against it, but she was unharmed; not burned. She wasn't running around hollering and screaming like the creatures of the night in the movies. No, she was fine. She was standing in the presence of the sun and was perfectly OK.
She grabbed her neck. Two raised lumps grazed her finger tips. She frowned. 'Hmph...well that doesn't hurt either. Great!'
Dismissing any further worries, she continued home. A crackling sound echoed through the trees. She turned around in a startle; her heartbeat elevated a bit.
"Feeling better I see? Were you on your way home?" Gareth stepped from behind a tree.
Amie's eyes widened with elation. "Gareth!" she yelled as she took of running towards him. With outstretched arms, she fell against his chest.
"Thank you Gareth! Thank you for saving me! Thank you for keeping your promise!" She collapsed in his arms. More tears streamed down her face as she buried her brow in the nape of his neck.
Gareth cradled her head in the palms of his hands. Gently he stroked her dark mane as if she were some Persian cat nuzzling against him.
"Shh" he whispered. "I'm glad you feel better."
This time when Amie embraced him, his body felt warm and inviting. It wasn't as cold as it felt before. Was that because she'd changed?
After a few minutes, she finally loosened her grip. Now she was embarrassed again. She stepped back and wiped her face. "I'm sorry Gareth. You must think I'm a total basket case." She sniffed again with down cast eyes.
"No...no I don't. I don't think that at all. You had been in pain for many years. You have a right to be excited." His lips turned up in a bow. "Hey, I'm excited for you!"
Amie smiled and found the courage to look at him. Gareth was absolutely breathtaking. Even more so now that she was no longer plagued with pain. When you're suffering; many things dull. Life dulls. It's hard to see anything or appreciate the beauty in anything when you've been in a pain plateau for so long.
Suddenly her heart started to race and palms dampened.
"So may I see it?" Gareth asked.
Amie's eyes widened. "See what?"
"Your belly. Can I take a look at it?"
Amie paused for a moment as if she were caught up in some strange trail of thought. She rubbed her temples; dismissing a fleeting day dream.
"Oh yeah sure." She lifted her gown. "It's much better now. It doesn't stick out anymore."
She paused. 'Oh fuck!' She covered her mouth with her hands. "I didn't put my underwear back on..." Her voice trailed off.
Gareth didn't pay her comment any attention and had already kneeled before her. With one hand he held up her gown and with the other; examined her belly.
Amie's anxieties rose as her breathing grew more rapid. 'Oh shit. He's looking at me naked!' Hunger burned between her legs as her sex pulsed with eagerness.
'Fuck, what is wrong with you pervert? This man just healed you and now you wanna...?' Her mind raged on.
Gareth's hand was warm against her belly as he gently caressed it. Pausing here and there he'd apply pressure and then release it again. It was as if he were trying to see if his work was completed.
Amie's eyes started to water as she lifted her gaze to the sky. She was begginng to perspire and she knew eventually Gareth would notice the dew-like gathering on her skin and wonder if she was OK. A wet trail of secretion had already started to gather at her sex and if he stayed there any longer, he see it ooze down her leg. And what would he think of her if that happened. Oh god she'd just die.
More sweat lined her temples.
'Concentrate...concentrate!' her mind raged on. 'Get your thoughts out of the gutter. He's your physician. Your healer for Pete's sake. He's here to help you. Get a grip!'
She blinked again; slowly this time focusing her attention to a tiny bird perched on a branch. With a piece of straw in his mouth; his tiny wings fluttered from one branch to another.
And then as if she were drifting somewhere between reality and a dream. A warm wave of heat; reverberated through her body. Her lips hung loosley apart. A soft pant slid off her tongue. Another wet sensation trailed across her belly.
Was she dreaming? She couldn't be dreaming. Her eyes were open. She was staring at the bird. The bird that was building a nest.
She blinked slowly and licked her lips. Before she knew it, her hands were resting against silkend strands. She craddled Gareth's head in her hands. With vision blurred by eroticism she looked down. Gareth was kissing her; his face pressed firmly to her belly.
She flinched. Her mouth watered all the more. Wetness gathered in the corners. She grabbed it with her tongue. Her sex was jumping; pulsing, vibrating with desire. Running his hands up and down the length of her hips he caressed her; grabbed her, stroked her.
Closing her eyes again, she flung her head back. Her knees started to buckle. She wanted him to keep going.
'Go lower...kiss me lower' her mind raged.
Gareth's embrace tightened and this time he grabbed her buttocks. Pulling her cheeks, squeezing her bottom. Sliding his tongue across the span of her belly. Basking in his handy work. Worshiping that which he had restored.
Whimpers slid across Amie's lips as the scorching kisses of the vampire, reeled her into pleasures unknown.
And suddenly her legs gave way. She couldn't stand anymore. Her extremeties shook like jelly. Her body ached for an orgasm. She trembled all over.
And then Gareth laid her down. On a soft bed of plush grass as her legs fell apart, exposing her sex with the wind carrying the soft scent of pheromones up his nose. Gareth licked his lips and began kissing her thighs. Pushing his tongue higher and higher until he reached the pool of secretion that dripped from her lips.
He licked her. Up and down like a painter with a brush. His mouth siezing her clit pulling it, tugging it. Urging her body to release her to exctasy.
Amie moaned with desire. Flexing her hips; arching her back. She grabbed her dark deliverer by his hair. "Aggh!' she screamed. As Gareth released her orgasm. Creating a soul-tie that would forever bind them and then he vanished.
Amie's eyes flew open. The rocking of her pelvis slowed as she stared down at herself. There was nothing there.
'Gareth?' She whispered.
But Gareth was gone. Vanished like some phantom in the night. And she was left there alone naked in the woods.
