Free Moonlight by Tim O'Rourke Page A

it?” she squirmed with a rush of excitement beneath him. Then she froze and peered over his shoulder as she heard a sound in the hallway.
    “Stop,” she whispered. “I think there is someone else in here.”
    “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about them,” he grinned into her face. “They are just my friends.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?” she said, look ing back up into his face. I t wasn’t the beautifully good-looking face that had turned her on so much before. Those wonderful brown eyes were now deep black holes, and his full lips were now stretched open across his face, disappearing behind his ears. In the moonlight, which sliced through the window, the girl at first thought he had somehow managed to put on one of those f reaky-looking clown masks. A s he spoke, his lips rolled back, revealing a set of long, jagged teeth.
    “Get off me!” she screeched, bucking her hips in an attempt to throw him clear of her. H e was too strong and pinned her effortlessly to the floor. Then, with her eyes bulging, she glanced over his shoulder to see two others enter the living room – one male, the other female. At first glance, the girl thought them both to be as beautiful as the man had once been, but as they stepped into the moonlight, she screamed at the sight of their ragged mouths, which looked as if they had split their faces in two.
    “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged softly.
    “That’s what they all say,” the man pinning her to the floor whispered, his lips spreading too wide across his face.
    She kicked wildly out with her legs, but just like her arms, her legs became pinned to the floor by the female and male.
    “Please...” she struggled against them, as the female holding her leg drew her tongue along the outside of the girl’s thigh, as if tasting her. 
    Then, from above, a different kind of cry cut through the night – the sound of a baby. The girl glanced up at the ceiling and so did the others.
    She saw the delight in their sunken black eyes and sobbed, “Please don’t hurt my baby. Please...I won’t tell...” but the last of her sentence became nothing more than a series of undecipherable gurgles and spluttering’s , as the vampire lunged forward and greedily ripped out her throat.
    The sound of their ravenous feeding drowned out the sound of the baby’s cries for a while, but not for long.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Winnie lay on her bed, arms stretched out on either side of her. She was cold, wearing only a pair of panties and a bra. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t need to open them to know that her room was in complete darkness. Her heart raced behind her narrow chest and her mind swam sickly from side to side. She wished again that she hadn’t drunk so much. She reached for the covers, then stopped. There was a noise - she was sure of it, like someone moving in her room. She wanted to open her eyes but couldn’t. It was like they were being held shut by two invisible thumbs.
    Then she felt the cool touch of a hand on her ankle. A man’s hand. Strong. Moving like the legs of a giant spider, she could feel fingers slowly traveling up her leg. They worked slowly, caressing her calf muscle, stroking and pressing her inner thigh. She reached out with her hand, to brush it away but there was no one there.
    Open your eyes , she cursed herself. S he couldn’t.
    The room fell silent again. The only sound she could hear was her own heart thumping in her ears. She felt scared but didn't want to yell out, in case she disturbed Thaddeus.
    Then, she felt those fingers again as they passed over her stomach and worked their way up between her breasts. Winnie reached out again but still couldn't find anybody there.
    Open your eyes , t he voice inside urged her. S he couldn’t or wouldn’t. She was no longer sure. Then she felt the warm wetness of lips covering her own.
    She felt scared now, but kind of excited, too. How was that possible? She wondered behind her closed eyelids. The