Little Doll (Blackmoth House #1)

Chapter 9

Nova

Under Carmilla’s directions, we were deposited in a back alley outside a simple door that had a simple sign above it that read, “Salon Nocturne.” I shivered with a sudden onslaught of déjà vu, involuntarily transported to a very similar night with Fane not so long ago. But, before the little child had been stolen from this earth, and my life stolen from me, there had been a delicious time to be had.

Cousin Carmilla might provide an even more memorable experience.

She pushed open the door and ushered me inside with her gloved hand pressed to the base of my spine.

We stepped into a whole new world that I had never known existed.

It was a dark place with a cloud of smoke hanging over the crowd of people like a ghost. It smelled like burned breakfast syrup and flowers, and a raspy smoke that hurt my throat. Until my throat throbbed, shifted, and adjusted. There were little tables crammed into the large room, and at the far end opposite our entrance, a modest stage. Waitresses hurried among the tables, handing out drinks, smoke and good cheer, all the while entirely naked.

A tremendous variety of people in all manners of living inhabited the tables. One handsome man hung his head back and wore such a euphoric expression that he could almost be asleep. Except that a woman in a full skirt and an untied bodice and tits bouncing was on her knees between his thighs, and he slowly thrust his hips as he fucked her mouth with a cock too big to fit there.

At another table, a man and woman both sat staring at the tabletop. Sweating. Shaking, seemingly unaware of anything that was happening around them.

Some people ate, some drank, recklessly swilling small glasses of absinthe. Nasty stuff, I recalled. It got me fucked and turned into a vampire, the one and only time I tried it. Never again for this girl.

On stage, a boisterous skit was going on, the plot of which I had missed. It involved a small chorus of loud and lively singers dancing a jig, while a man and woman in garish makeup and nothing but shoes fucked vigorously under the center stage lights. She straddled his lap and leaned so far back as she rode him that her upside down face was visible to the audience. She made silly mugs and sang along with the chorus as the man gave her fast and bawdy pokes. As the song made its last loud refrain, the woman’s voice went sharp and shrill as she made an interesting scene of coming with her costar. And then he collapsed his face into her huge sweaty bosoms.

The crowd laughed and clapped, those of whom weren’t otherwise occupied in their own fucking adventures or serving themselves lewd personal pleasure.

The interesting thing I noticed, however, were the others.

There weren’t many of them. But there were a few. Dark-eyed people. More beautiful people. Fully clothed, calm, quiet. These people weren’t watching the show. They were watching the audience. They observed the most drunk, the most stoned of the human lot, the most distracted with saliva and cum and cries of ecstasy.

These people made my skin tingle with static electricity. As though a lightning storm was building in the atmosphere.

I stood on my toes and leaned my lips to Carmilla’s ears. “Are there… Other vampires here?” I asked her .

She smiled down at me and gave me a wink. “Yes, this is a perfect place for us. Let me show you, Little Doll.”

The act of the lascivious production on stage ended, and the curtains swished closed. A small string ensemble queued up, and those who were able leaped into the aisleways between the tables to dance. One man swept a waitress into his arms and spun her around. She squealed and laughed, and the man laughed too just before he reached between her legs and slipped his fingers inside her. She gasped and trembled a little but shooed him away from her as though he were merely a pesky gnat.

Another man roared out an orgasm, pulling his cock from the mouth of his partner, another equally boisterous man. The first sent ribbons of cum across the second’s outstretched tongue and then they were up and dancing as well.

On yet another table, a woman was laid on her back with one man thrusting brutally between her legs while she screamed around the cock of a second man, who was thrusting down her throat. They joined in the fun of the jovial little tune by fixing their motion to the time of the music.

Carmilla slunk into the crowd. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned me with a short little wiggle of her long index finger. Among the loud ridiculous music and the obscene cries of passion and drunkenness, my head spun, and the familiar heat smoldered between my legs. I was still feeling tiny spasms in my pussy from the orgasm I’d been gifted right before arriving at this devilish place.

And now I was ready for more.

Before my eyes, Carmilla seemed to turn into black smoke, for the briefest of instances. First, she was in front of me, and then she was smoke. And then she was across the room, standing directly behind a petite woman who was swaying slightly as a man bobbed rhythmically underneath her skirt. In an instant Carmilla re-materialized without a hint of smoke left behind. She peeked back at me, standing a hair’s width from the woman’s back. She bent her face to the woman’s neck. Though the woman must surely have felt Carmilla’s breath on her neck, she made no indication that she did. In fact, she was so out of it; she didn’t even seem to be aware of her pussy being eaten by the man whose shoes were sticking out from beneath the hem of her skirts.

Carmilla looked at me once again and gave me a salacious grin and I saw her teeth lengthen, glinting in the low and dirty light. She glitched into her strange smokey form again, and in less than an instant, she dipped her sharp tips into the woman’s already bent neck. It was so fast that I questioned if I even saw what I saw.

The music kicked up into a more feverish pitch. Carmilla danced around the floor, in and out of the crowd. Among the other dancers, and among the indecent lovers. And where she saw fit, she took little, tiny nips, too quick to even leave a mark, surely. With her victims drunk on absinthe, opium and sex, none the wiser. The others like us, the vampires, remained in their seats watching Carmilla with lazy interest.

She paused in her trip around the playground and a line of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. I saw her hiccup and dab it away with a fingertip, which she placed into her mouth and sucked clean. She laughed and motioned for me to join her. Feeling hot and unsteady, my body swaying to the hectic music, I worked my way to Carmilla. She leaned her lips to my ear again, sending the chill through me first cold, but then spreading into splashes of liquid heat.

“You try, Little Doll. Make yourself full.”

I did not know how Carmilla made herself into smoke. Maybe that was her special talent. But I found with great delight I could move in the fast, practically invisible movements she had used to flit from victim to victim. I began piercing flesh with my two little sharp fangs, so quick that it was more like the delicate prick of a sewing needle than the bite of a deadly monster. I laughed and spun between nips, delighted because I could do this, in plain sight while somehow remaining undetected. I was too fast for the human eyes to see.

Carmilla resumed her dance amongst the merry makers and when our paths crossed, she whispered to me again. “If you do it this way, you won’t turn them, you won’t hurt them, and you won’t kill them,” she explained before dancing off into the crowd again.

I got imaginative and bolder with my tiny bites, trying other spots on their bodies when finding them exposed and attainable. I found a woman with her breasts out as a man slammed her onto her stomach over the back of a chair and fucked her from behind. She thrust forward and her ample breasts swished back and forth like the tide of the ocean. I bent to nip her beaded nipple. Although she wasn’t consciously aware that a vampire was sucking her breast, her orgasm was triggered, nonetheless. My eyes popped open wide as her blood flowed into my mouth and her spilling pleasure crashed into my veins. I sucked her longer than I should, connected by the vibrating, jolting orgasm I was sharing with her at that moment. When I was able to let her go, I reeled backwards, and she slumped when her man pulled out of her pussy. She crumpled backwards, and he caught her.

I giggled, hoping I hadn’t killed her. But if I did, I could rest assured that she died very happy.

Carmilla danced by me once again. “Careful, Little Doll,” she warned with a mischievous giggle.

I saw a man seated alone at a table; his chin dropped to his chest as he soundly slept. His cock was sloppily out of his trousers, accidentally forgotten when he passed out no doubt during some sort of pornographic act. His cock was flaccid but still impressive, even in its soft state. I darted to him and fluttered down between his thighs, repositioning his knees to under the veil of the tablecloth where I could be alone with him unseen, and give him a little more special attention.

I touched his cock delicately, lifting it slightly. It jolted in my hand. Heat jolted in my cunt. I adjusted the tablecloth back so I could look up at the man, still sound asleep.

I slipped my little razors into his cock.

His dead eyes popped open wide. He looked down at his cock as it grew rock hard. I saw his eyes dart around frightened, and I laughed even as I sucked his blood straight from his cock. He couldn’t see me! But he felt the vibration of my laugh on his delicate skin. He felt my teeth in his pulsating vein. I wondered what it felt like to him. It had awoken him from a stupor and now his head hung back. He released a wanton moan, even though he had no idea what the fuck was happening to him.

The man came fast and ruthless. With my pussy still twitching on the heels of an orgasm only seconds before, another ripped through me even as he threw his head back and screamed. My teeth and lips vibrated on his burning, throbbing flesh as his cum splashed down the high neck of my silk gown. My cunt rolled on the tickling, hot, uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. Weak and spent, I released his cock and fell backwards. I watched his boots as he slid back from the table and ran away.

I don’t know how long I lay beneath the table on the filth floor of Salon Nocturne, but eventually my cousin Carmilla lifted the tablecloth and laughed. “Come on, Little Doll, we should head back to your home,” she said. She reached down a hand, and I let her hoist me up and out of the grime.

I stumbled dizzily and wearily, barely able to walk on my trembling and weak legs as Carmilla led me out of the seedy opium den and back into the night. There were no hints of daylight anywhere, but there was just the feeling that the morning was coming soon.

As soon as we shut the door and left the vulgar place behind us, the unsettling quiet of the black alley disturbed my soul. I was sure that it was left over bad tidings from the night I tasted the blood of the little pauper. Yet, I hurried through the dark to keep up with Carmilla as she headed in the direction she’d sent the carriage earlier.

Soon, we passed into the small light of a dim gas streetlamp and that’s when we heard the other footsteps. Carmilla stopped and reached an arm in front of me and across my waist.

Six men stepped out of the shadows and into the murky light.

Six disheveled, dirty men with dead and empty eyes.

How had she not known we were being followed? How had I not known? My heart pounded so hard that it caused a headache to bloom across my skull. I winced, and even as I did, one of the dirty men grabbed me and shoved me into the brick wall behind me.

Carmilla spun to me and smiled darkly. “Lesson three, Little Doll,” she said, even as the man pressed his forearm into my throat. “Feed until they die.”

She swirled into her magical black smoky state and, in an instant; it surrounded the man who held me on the wall. Then she was vampiress again, and she yanked his head back so savagely that he didn’t even make a sound when his neck snapped, and she sank her teeth into it with a violent crunch.

Another of the men charged and the fog of sexual binging and terror lifted, and a storm of fury rushed in. I brushed past my cousin and lifted the man off his feet, jerking him into my mouth and ripping out his jugular. His blood mingled with the cum on the front of my dress and I shivered with delight as I lapped at his blood. But I dropped him into the dirt, fearing I’d done it wrong. He was most certainly dead, but I wasn’t sure it was supposed to be such a mess.

In a matter of seconds, all six men were dead in pools of their own blood; that which we hadn’t feasted upon, anyway. We were very safe while they were very dead. But the alley was an absolute bloody mess.

I looked at Carmilla. Like me, her chin and front of her dress were soaked and wet with blood.

“Well, this is an awful mess, Cousin,” I remarked.

Carmilla chuckled. “Lesson four, Little Doll,” she quipped merrily. “Clean up. Watch this.”

She turned once more to address the dead men. She didn’t say a word, simply looked at them and then the most peculiar thing happened.

The dirty dead men and their sticky puddles of blood all swirled like Carmilla’s smoke and then dissolved into thousands of tiny, fluttering, black moths. They flitted up into the moats of dingy light and then passed that into the dark night sky. I laughed and spun about as the wings of the black moths tickled my skin and disappeared into the night.

Carmilla grabbed me and drew me into a playful hug, spinning with me. “Isn’t it wonderful?” she cried. Together, we laughed and spun.

“And now, let’s just go home. We don’t have to wait for the carriage if we don’t want to,” Carmilla whispered into my ear sleepily.

Her black smoke swirled around us like a warm and comfortable embrace. Once again, I had the sensation that I had dissolved into nothingness and just like that, Carmilla and I became black moths ourselves, fluttering home in the night wind.