I loved Dark Shadows as a young man. But I would have had it go a different way. Barnabas would have embraced both the vampire curse and the witch's obsessive love personified in the beautiful Angelic. I would have conspired with her to rule the night and I would have made thralls of all the Collin's family. I would most definitely have enslaved the morally ambiguous mind and heart of Dr. Julia Hoffman. I would have devoted myself to learning Angelic's ways. The family would have brought me blood sources so that I never had to scavenge at the docks risking discovery. I would have cast the darkest of shadows across Collinsport relinquished of the chains of morality that come from the emotional blackmail of mortality.
I suppose it was no surprise that I was drawn to the great Wanderer of the Night, Hekate. I found a crossroads nearby and offered lamb. Then I took a trip with the Golden Teacher and captured urine after the experience. I added it to my free plant container that grew captured weeds. When I was certain that the roots of those plants had time to absorb my gift, I pulled these carriers and bound them in a yellow cord and left them at the crossroads. The third offering was made after I gave myself a long overdue haircut and shave. I took the shavings and put them in the water of an icetray. After it was frozen and the next new moon shielded the night, I left it for Her.
She is invoked through throat-fucking, commanded exposure of female flesh, and unrepentant lasciviousness. She provides the opportunity of revenge absorption and guards the only way for a Blood Male to be "mindful" - the Hunt.
In my own domain, I mastered the three shapes: fire sphere of fortune, pyramid points expanded intent, and cube face systems. I moved forward to honor she who set me free from my Oedipus enslavement, Eris. I approached the tree of self-awareness to eat the golden apples of strife that she gathered for me. One apple to open the descending knothole into a land peculiarly my own.
To the right is the seduction of suicide. The Secret One has since put a gate to prevent premature exits.
At this entry point there is a pool that allows me to see my true faces. I gaze and take what I see with me. I enter the cabin at the base of the cliff. Therein is the faceless woman who cooks the transforming meal. I have fucked her before, leaning her over the old wooden table. It was good. So is her food. After eating, I can master my spinal energy wings that were suppressed when I took a body for training. They become black spidery legs that can easily climb the cliff wall and take me to Her cave, Hecate's Hole.
In the past, Fredrick would transform the spinal energy to wings and ascend from the dark hole to the top of the cliff. There is where his sarcophagus keeps his resting and resigned form. My friend is under protection until that time that I have grounded a better expression. It is in a garden outside of Vesta's Temple. What he could not achieve in the light, I will achieve in darkness. What he could not achieve from above, I will strike from below. My friend will be vindicated, and his rest completed.
The slave-witch brought Me the black ritual that allowed Me to connect with the Secret One. Now I work in the Hall of Heretics and possess the power of the freed Greycoat. Hecate blessed My ritual blade and used it to completely claim this domain as My own. Her water ran across the blade heated by Her anger in My behalf. The water was cold and pure. Thus, the blade is imbued.
I visited one of the families in the valley. The Father bowed before Me and offered his home to Me. I bade his wife to cook their infant child for us all to eat, and she obeyed without question. While we ate the fatted calf, I took his beautiful young daughter's virginity for the family's entertainment. His daughter was instantly impregnated with a new child to replace her little sibling we had consumed. I told his son to milk his mother thoroughly for I was thirsty. It was not enough so I had the son beat her until My cup was filled with both milk and blood.
As I departed, I gave the mother to the son as a slave and blessed him with My sadistic hunger. I gave the daughter to the father as a sex slave so that he could sodomize her until the child was born. I blessed him with My lascivious appetite for young flesh. I blessed the enslaved women with wet cunts that orgasmed whenever they encountered the semen of the masters. They were all to honor My child amongst them and obey him as he grew. All their property to include themselves was in stewardship to his growing Intent.
Satisfied that I had created one truly happy home in the valley, I returned to the Hall of the Heretic.
Introductory Story:
Once she had his attention, she unfastened the top button on her white blouse. His attention returned to the expensive food in front of him. He took a bite of the blackened salmon and looked at her again. She unbuttoned the next one and smiled at him. He continued chewing, but gave her an appreciative nod. Not enough. She had dared to come here. Dared to pretend to be in his economic status. She had ordered a meal that would probably cost her a month's groceries. Her roommate had made fun of her pitiful strategy. She unfastened yet another button to expose as much cleavage as the surrounding mores would allow. She began eating slowly and seductively, letting her lips pole dance on the fork. She allowed some of the crème sauce to drip into the valley of her exposed mounds.
He sat back in his chair and granted her audience. He clanged the knife in his hand to his plate as she swallowed the molested morsel. But the food found its way into her airway and she immediately began to gasp. She could not wrestle it free and began choking. "No, no, no!" she silently screamed as she began struggling for a life sustaining breath.
Then it happened. Strong arms pulled her from her seat and grasped her from behind. The Heimlich maneuver was being administered to her with violent thrusts, a welcome rape of her dignity. She went face down into her meal, bent over the table as the strangler was projected outward. The arms of her target had not released her, but held her in this position, because she was quivering with an unexpected orgasm.
Once she recovered, he released her back to her seat. Her blouse was completely torn open exposing her glorious mounds and the black lace of the chosen brazier. Her face was a lavish bukkake.
"Thank-you."
