Ice Princess Ch 07

Danielle...Danielle," a voice whispered to her, a voice she trusted. A voice she knew. "Danielle, are you ok?"

"Bill," she whispered, her eyes blinked open and she tried to look at him. It was Bill. He sat down beside her and brushed her hair away from her forehead.

"What happened to you in there, sweetheart? You had all of us scared." He removed the wet cloth from her forehead and replaced it with a new one.

"I don't know," answered Danielle and she didn't. This was all new to her. She was a predator; not a member of the meat factory.

"Just lay here a while and rest some," suggested Bill in a troubled voice. "Officer Dillon wants to make sure you're ok before he goes."

He got up and walked toward the door; he never looked back.

Danielle didn't move. What had just happened? Why had she felt so suddenly betrayed? What...

"No officer..."

That was Bill's voice. She scooted closer to the sounds so that she could hear them better.

"I think she just has a problem with uniforms..." There was a slight pause in the conversation.

"Look," Bill sounded angry, "I did tell you to let her be! She has nothing at all to do with your murder case!"

'Murder case?' The word echoed in her mind and she sucked in her breath. When had feeding lead her victims to murder? Heck, she'd not even sucked him. Why would he be involved in a murder case?

She twisted around on the benches and tried to sit up. Something was very wrong and now wasn't a good time to find out about it. Her arm hurt, badly. She glanced down to look at it.

"Oh god," she whispered as her eyes opened wide, "what now?"

Both men shifted positions and glanced in at her. Quickly, she tossed the blanket Bill had put over her around her shoulders so that she could hide the exposed bluish arm.

"You ok, honey?" Bill asked as he peeked into the room.

"I'm ok," she answered softly. It was time to feed! Visions of John crept into her mind.

"He was waiting for her. He'd been waiting for her. She hoped she could feed off him and not kill him, yet. Another murder and she'd have to leave town. Her eyes followed Bill as he walked into the room.

"Why don't you go home, hun, and get some rest. I know all of this has just been so hard on you." He pulled his coat off its hanger and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"This will keep you warm." He seemed to think for a moment just after that and added, "or would you rather I drove you? I'd be no bother. Just say the word."

He waited for her answer and when it didn't come right away, he continued.

"Honest. You know me I'd never lie to you."

"No, no bother there," said Officer Dillon, "I'd be happy to drive the young lady home, and make sure she's ok." He moved into the room. "I'm done here for the day."

Danielle moved away quickly, almost tumbling off the bench in her retreat. "NO!" she said, perhaps, too quickly. "I can drive myself." She stood up and collected her hand bag which had been tossed into her open locker when she arrived.

"Really, I'll be alright," she assured Bill and moved toward the employee entrance keeping the jacket draped around her shoulders.

"I'll call you later then... ok."

The door closed behind her as she ran toward her car. The blueness had spread. Now it was encircling her neck.

Breathing was difficult. Officer Dillon had triggered this. Something about him got under her skin and that scared her.

She backed out of her space quickly, she didn't have much time. Luckily, the drive wasn't long.

As she neared home her vision became cloudy. She saw spots of blue before her eyes. This made it difficult for her to search for John, but she had to try. She felt dizzy as she pulled the car over into a street parking spot.

Where was he? Her arm was useless. It just hung there like a solid piece of stone. It was stiff and in the way. Her neck was going numb. If she didn't feed soon swallowing would be out of the question. This had never happened before; why did it have to be happening now?

"Danielle," John's voice drifted into her window and soothed her torment with pleasure. "Where have you been?" He asked.

He looked into the car from the passenger side; he'd leaned inside. His face was mere inches away from hers.

"Get in," she said, restarting the engine. Quickly, John hopped in. He didn't bother with the door.

"I've been thinking about you all day." He moved closer to her, his fingers searching for her skin. "I've missed you."

She turned the corner and looked for a private spot. His fingers caressed her neck; her breathing felt less constricted.

"Relax." she said to herself, "everything's going to be fine now." She made a quick left heading toward Route 22, out of town. She could take one of those side roads and suck him dry. She was so hungry, she found it difficult not to pull over and do it now.

"Suck me," he begged her. "I can't survive unless I cum for you." She felt his fingers slide into her blouse and encircle her breasts. She needed it all, everything he had to offer, she didn't resist. She had no interest in teasing.

He squeezed her nipples between his fingers and seemed to be happy when he felt they'd hardened. He stroked her lips with his fingers and pushed a finger between her lips. In and out it went covered in a cool red lip gloss. She moaned loudly, but this time it wasn't just for effect. She needed the contact. She felt something...

She was use to not having the same feelings as her victims about sex. She couldn't feel anything, really. She didn't feel emotions, she didn't feel touch; she didn't feel anything for anyone. All she knew was survival. But now...

Not since that last summer she'd spent at home... that last summer when she'd been raped by three high school football jocks had she felt any kind of feelings. They'd thrown her over the hill into the garbage after they'd each raped her and then they left her for dead.

Their laughter still rang loudly in her ears. It almost drowned out John's moans as he sucked her nipples like a baby. She watched him under the weeping willows she'd found on the dirt road. He really was a good looking man. It was sad, really.

The bluish coloring was slowly disappearing from her arm. The feeling of need was leaving her. She no longer felt anything except hungry. She needed to feed.

She reached down with her good hand between John's legs and touched him tenderly. John moved his hips forward, inviting her to feast on him. "Take me," he whispered from between her breasts. "I've waited for you all day."

"I want to cum all over you. I want to explode for you." he whimpered. She smiled secretly. He wanted to die cuming for her. Didn't they all want to do that?

He stopped talking and placed one of her nipples between his fingers while he used his tongue for sensation. It was too bad, really, she couldn't feel it anymore and he'd been such a good lover! But, she moaned and wiggled around as best as she could. That always helped in the feeding and produced more cum.

She unzipped his pants and let them drop away from his body. It was a shame, John was well build and in such good health. She might even have liked him under different circumstances. But food was food and she was starved!

Gently, she let her fingers work him over; she encouraged him to move in her hand as she played with his loaded sacks. Soon she'd dine. She licked her lips in anticipation.