Dark Souls

The Thirst

"Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." -Stephen King.

Amaya hated nosey people. She tolerated mortals in her day to day life but nosey people pissed her off. 

But in reality, she should be used to it by now. Whenever she found a new place to settle the immediate reaction she provoked was too unsettling to not investigate. So every nosey middle-aged housewife with nothing better to do came to harass her. 

She hated being bothered with them. 

But she had no choice but to move. Her thirst, the hunger that plagued her. It had yet again gotten the best of her...

Amaya had been in the small town in Ohio. The small religious town while wary of her had been ideal in letting her live in peace. They did, however, warn their sons and daughters to stay away from her, and her home next to the dense forest. 

They avoided her as if she were the plagued, crossed the street nearly running into traffic to not walk past her. Threw oil on the ground she had walked on for good measure. 

She had been preparing dinner one night when she had felt a presence on her porch. Amaya could hear the rapidly beating heart, the racing thoughts of the young mortal scared of the unknown. Walking to her door, Amaya opened it and looked curiously up at the young man in front of her. 

"Can I help you?" 

Louis Johnson looked down at Amaya in awe. He had been foolishly crushing on the young mystery woman since she had blown into the small town. In the dead of night, she had appeared like a silent storm. 

"Um...I...ummmm." He looked behind him where his friends had left and swallowed hard. They had convinced him to come here. Convinced him that the worst that could happen was she would turn him away. A silent rejection that no one but they would know about it. 

Amaya looked the young man over, while her body was no older than twenty-one, it was obvious he was just peeking. At seventeen, Louis stood tall with a working stature from chucking bricks at his daddy's construction company.

He was a good boy, with sandy blonde hair, big sea-green eyes, and full pink lips. His sun-kissed skin, beautiful even in the dim lighting.  

Amaya wanted to ruin it with bruises and bite marks. Swallowing hard, she watched the boy turn to face her again and mutter, "I was...I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?" Amaya's sweet red lips turned up into a small smile. "And why would you want to do that?" 

Louis bit his bottom lip before bluntly saying it, "You're so different from any other girl I've met. You fascinate me." 

Amaya hummed and stepped back, "Why don't you come in?" Louis was shocked at the invite, and if he had listened to his initial reaction to say no. To flee, maybe the next few hours wouldn't have happened. 

But they did. 

And god for a while the young boy had felt like the luckiest guy. 

Amaya, the beautiful raven-haired goddess had shared her dinner with him, given him a sweet wine, and talked to him like an adult. She was sitting next to him on the couch, not touching, but their bodies radiating a heat that drove Louis crazy.  Amaya looked at the little mortal amused as his hormones raced. His eager little mind wanting to know what to do with the older woman giving him all her attention. 

Louis had managed to kiss a girl here and there. But they were good Christian girls who didn't want s*x without the promise of marriage. And while he'd been raised to believe in the same thing, he was still a boy. And he had never seen Amaya brighten the door to any of the five churches in town. 

And with Amaya having been the star of all his fantasies for the last few months he was growing increasingly horny thinking of what could happen. 

Amaya giggled out of sheer amusement reading Louis' thoughts like a book. When Louis started to ask her what was so funny, the sexy little woman crawled to him. Amaya straddled Louis' waist, and from his fumbling, she could tell he was as virgin as they come. 

"So pure... I wish to taint it." She purred. 

Kissing Louis, she moaned as her hips moved over his lap. His erection was so painful he couldn't fathom how he'd handle walking if she suddenly made him leave. 

Amaya kissed down Louis' neck feeling the stabbing sensation in her throat. She'd been fighting her hunger, her thirst since getting to this town. But now with such a delicious specimen in her grasp, she couldn't let him go. 

So she'd make him happy, just to take from him what she needed.

Getting up she grabbed her wine and finished it, nodding for him to do the same. Louis slowly stood and approached her, "Do you want to-?" Amaya nodded, and pulled him along, "Take a bath with me." Louis watched as she went to her bathroom, a large room facing the forest. 

When she filled the large tub with hot water Louis watched her strip as he pulled his clothes off. 

Amaya wasted no time stimulating Louis the moment he climbed into the hot water with her. Amaya kissed his lips and sucked on his tongue as her hand worked him up even more. Louis sucked on Amaya's neck and down her breast to her sweet pink n*****s enjoying her moans. 

Amaya pushed Louis back as she climbed on to his lap. Louis groaned as he looked up at Amaya and watched her slowly sink down on to his c**k. Pushing up into her warm heat, he groaned as she began to ride him. 

His hands gripped her hips as she continued to f**k him with a passion. Amaya growled as she tried to fight it, the urge, but it took over her entire being. 

Using her black talons, Amaya stabbed Louis' neck before drinking his blood eagerly. As Amaya felt him struggle until he could no longer she enjoyed the euphoric high of his power. His strength. His youth. 

It all coursed through her body, making her orgasm better than any man had ever done. When Amaya pulled away, her mouth covered in his blood, she could see Louis was gone, dead... 

And she felt nothing for the boy who thought such sweet things about her. 

Only pity.

And that's how she landed in Sombre, Maine. 

Sombre meaning dark in French. The small little town had called to her when she looked at it on her map. And from some odd reason, she had come...

Hearing the insisting knock on her door Amaya stood. 

Walking to her door, Amaya looked at the smiling blonde at her door, "Get the f**k off my doorstep or I'll start shooting. No, I don't want your f*****g cake, or to be in your f*****g book club, and if you come back I'll f**k your husband." Slamming the door Amaya chuckled hearing the woman mumbling curses and praying. 

Walking back to her alter Amaya sat down and began to place the protection spell and wards around her new home. 

Sighing Amaya popped her back as yet another housewife knocked. "Round two," she muttered annoyed.