My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
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Catherine Davis had just experienced the most amazing year of her life. At 43 that was saying something. In the last twelve months her body, mind, and outlook on life had changed dramatically. She had been only slightly out of shape for her age; her forty three year old body had become tighter, firmer, more deliciously filled out, yet thinner and much much stronger and faster.
She thought she had been in pretty good shape a year ago, for a forty three year old woman that is. Now her body looked and felt twenty eight, her hips and breasts had fleshed out which for her breasts, oversized in proportion to her body, was saying something. Her arms and legs had developed the musculature of a professional athlete. Her hair was softer, longer, and thicker. Her eyesight and hearing were perfect, actually more than perfect. If she concentrated she could hear conversations in the next door neighbor's house as if she was standing right there. She could read a book a block away, in the dark.
Her mind was quicker, she was able to grasp new ideas and see connections she never would have a year ago. One simple year that began the night she met him. It was at her annual Halloween party that she spotted the tall thin man in the old fashioned tuxedo. The man that shared her feelings for life, for literature and her passion for living life to the fullest. The man that changed her life.
She had gone to the party as a vampire complete with dentist installed fangs, which is what caused this whole life changing proposition. Her fangs had nicked the neck of the mystery man while they made out. His blood and hers had mixed and her life changed.
Everything changed but her husband. He continued to be oblivious to anything that had to do with Catherine. After the party she had felt so guilty of her illicit tryst that she had determined to make her marriage her top priority and for most of the year she worked hard at doing just that to no avail. It wasn't as if he was cheating on her, to cheat you had to leave the house. They had made their money in the dot com era, paid off everything, and set up safe, secure and mostly non taxable investments that paid them enough each year to never worry about money again and that's when he just quit. Quit work, quit being involved, quit everything.
His days were spent watching the boob tube, playing online games or tinkering in the garage with one project or another. He seldom left the house other than to visit his mother or the kids or to go bowling on Tuesday nights. He couldn't be cheating even then as the bowling team consisted of their youngest child and her husband and Catherine herself.
He never noticed the changes in her except to inquire once, "Did you change your hair style?"
Others noticed, like almost every male in which she had any kind of contact. They noticed her tits and her ass and made sure she knew they noticed and appreciated. Her husband's only comment to their advances was that these younger guys had cougar fantasies' from watching too much reality TV.
Well she had a few fantasies' of her own and she was making one come true tonight. This would be the Halloween part to top them all and she had gone all out. A live band, caterers and the entire house and yard decorated. Her time with the PTA had paid off, as she was able to pull permits to stage all the temporary building from friends in city hall. The house now had a haunted mansion facade surrounding the entire structure and the back yard was a 18th century cemetery and the pool house a deserted church.
Her costume was a witch's delight with low bodice and sweeping skirts and her husband was the wizard; not that he cared. He started to bitch about the expense only once before the look in her eyes brought him up short and he retreated to his garage and his latest car rebuild.
Tonight she would meet and greet and mingle but the work of hostessing and running the party she was leaving to her daughters and her husband. He practically stayed at the bar anyway, he might as well oversee the bartender she had hired.
Tonight was her night and there was one particular guest in dark tuxedo she was waiting to see. Catherine opened the door to her haunted mansion and began to greet her guests.
It was hours later, almost ten at night when she caught her first glimpse of her long awaited guest. Unlike last year when he played a game of cat and mouse with her, appearing and disappearing behind the crowd, this year she used her new found speed and appeared beside him.
"Well done." He smiled at her appearance. "I see that you have adapted remarkably well to the changes."
"It has been a year of astounding changes." She took his hand and led him into the fake church/pool house next to the dry ice/fog shrouded swamp/green died pool.
Once inside she fell into his arms and gazed up into his young/old face. "I have gone from regretting what we did last year, to accepting that I want the changes and that I want you. My marriage is just empty routine and my husband doesn't seem to want to change things. I can't spend the rest of my life puttering around this house waiting for him to decide to start living again."
Kristoff took her face in his hands and looked so deep in her eyes she felt he was looking into her soul.
"I am essentially immortal; time has a different meaning to me. I think in terms of decades and centuries; yet this last year has seemed like an eternity. I can't tell you how much you fill my thoughts every hour."
She stood quietly for several long minutes just looking at him as if deciding his worth. "I want the rest. I want to make the change permanent.
Kristoff took her hand and lead her to a sofa, against the back wall of the pool house where they could look out upon the night. "It means giving up your family, your friends. You become a creature of the night forever more. Daylight does not welcome us I'm afraid. While we can drink any liquid, solid food is something we give up."
"We have been hunted and hounded out of entire countries in the past and may be again. We are feared by our prey and rightly so, as we are so much more than they are. We are faster, stronger, and able to take so much more damage than they can. We live unchanged by time while they age and die, but it also means we must change. Over and over again. Our live styles, our tastes in clothes, in music, even our language must change, adapt, blend in. For we are so very few and they are so many that to stand out marks us and once marked the crowd mentality attempts to destroy us."
She cuddled against him and quietly asked. "How old are you?"
"I was born while the pharaohs still ruled the Nile valleys and Rome ruled the rest of the known world."
They lay cuddling and he freed her breasts form her outfit, beginning to nuzzle and suck at her nipples. She freed his cock and kissed and licked the warm flesh as it grew to its full length. They slowly undressed, taking their time playing as they went until both were ready.
