Dark Night of the Varcolac: Part II
After waking up in the morning, Katie scurried off to the kitchen to make them breakfast. Roger awoke for a minute or two before falling back to sleep while waiting for his daughter to tell him breakfast was ready. It was then things took a major twist into the downright bizarre.
He dreamed while dozing off. A very vivid dream which, all at once, both scared and excited him. In his dream he was visited by a young lady, not too young he guessed, she was maybe in her early thirties, who very much resembled the fictional woman he described to Katie in his alleged dream the night before.
Abundantly attractive, the raven haired beauty, dressed in a form fitting short black dress and possessing a pair of dreamy green eyes, creamy white skin, and a statuesque figure, featuring a pair of extremely nice and well defined, and very large breasts which made his mouth water and his heart race with desire, smiled slyly at him.
After slinking across the bedroom to him, she bent over, whispering in his ear, "Oh yes professor, I very much enjoyed the little dramatic performance you put on last night for your daughter in order to lure your pretty young daughter to your bed. Yes, I followed you back from where we meet in the woods, lucky for me you are a poor shot, by the way. Anyways, ahh using me... hmm that was a nice touch. You thought you could summon me, use me that is, at your convenience, but think again Professor... it is I who summons you now. You owe me. The price is a night of pleasure to be paid for by your now, not so young and innocent daughter. Then later, if you are lucky, we may include you in our fun and games, but until then I warn you... no more fooling around with her... with your daughter."
Using the name he bestowed on her earlier, the demon bitch raised up then, transforming herself into the hairy monster, ugly and full of menace, much like the one that attacked him in the woods last night. Her voice was no longer soft, but possessed a sharp edge to it turning the desire he felt into abject fear. Based on what she told him, the professor could only assume this must have been the same creature that attacked him last night in the woods.
"I shall visit you again, maybe in your dreams, maybe outside of them in your awake world with further instructions which I suggest you follow... or else."
Just to emphasize the "or else" part she reached down, grabbing his hand. He had no time to react as she wretched his hand fully open before dragging one sharp talon across his open palm.
She lowered her head, her tongue lashing out, licking at the blood. Raising back up, she issued one final warning, "Remember, I will be watching, slyly, from either near or afar so follow my instructions or next time I will cut more than just your hand... maybe your throat and your daughter will have to find a new daddy."
Roger was still shaking as Katie came bouncing into the room a bare thirty seconds later. "Breakfast is ready, Daddy," she announced happily.
"I will be there in a minute hon. Just gotta use the bathroom first," he replied while keeping his bloody hand hidden under the blankets.
"OK, but don't be long or your eggs will get cold," Katie responded before breezing out of the room and back to the kitchen.
After the professor entered the kitchen, Katie came bounding up to him and tried to plant a kiss on his lips.
Minding the creature's warning, Roger quickly pushed Katie back. "Honey we can't... last night was a one-time only thing. As good as it was, we can't do that again and we should not talk about it. Agreed?"
"But Daddy I--"
He pressed a finger to her lips shaking his head solemnly. "We can't talk about it Katie. Sorry but I am serious. Now let's eat."
Katie sighed her OK before serving her him breakfast.
A week passed and the dream began to fade from Roger's memory. There was no further visits, in his dreams or otherwise, from the--apparently-- all too real Varcolac. If he ever began to doubt if his dream was real though all he had to do was check the palm of his hand. The scar left there from her sharp talon was still evident.
When another week passed, with no further contact, all seemed normal once more as their lives settled back into its former dull routine. The dullness only increased when, sadly, Roger found he no longer possessed the ability to create changes to his body. The power, or the magic, or whatever it might have been, he once possessed that fateful night, was evidently gone.
Then, like a sudden summer storm, their dull routine was broken when Katie came home one day and told him some news over dinner.
"Hey, you know what? I met someone today when I was doing some research for you at the library. We both tried to grab the same book off the shelf at the same time and well, it was weird, but we ended up talking, and then going to lunch together. I guess we are friends now as we have been meeting up at the library for a week now and having lunch together every day. Tomorrow we are going shopping together."
"Really. Let me guess... it was some handsome young boy and you are about to tell me you have your first boyfriend," Roger told her only half kidding.
"Actually it wasn't a boy but an attractive older woman, well, not that old, not like you, I am guessing she is probably in her early thirties."
"Oh really," Roger said suddenly very interested to hear more. "What is an attractive older woman, older but not like me older, doing hanging out at the library. I thought only nerds like you hung out there."
"Daddy! I am not a nerd. Besides I only go to the library to do your research. Speaking of which, do you know she is into the same thing as you... ancient mythical Eastern European creatures."
Roger, doing his best to contain his growing apprehension, casually asked, "Really. Cool. So tell me more. Is she blond, brunette, red hair, chubby or shapely, tall, short, a local girl or visiting like us?"
"Hmm, she is a local, medium height I guess, and has beautiful, dark hair. Oh, and she has these really enchanting green eyes, and well, she is really, and I mean really shapely, Daddy." Dropping her voice Katie whispered, "I mean she has real big tits and doesn't seem very shy about showing them off."
Roger's heart skipped a beat. This was a fairly apt description of his visitor the other night. Apparently, things were about to get interesting.
Over the course of their dinner, Katie gave her very curious daddy all the details she could think about in regards to her new found friend Vanessa. Finally as they were cleaning up the dishes Katie said, "I was thinking Daddy. Maybe you could meet Vanessa and you two could compare notes on the Varcolac."
"She is interested in the Varcolac?" the professor asked.
"Yeah, she is writing a fictional novel and the Varcolac is one of the main characters."
"Really? A story about Varcolacs. Now that does sound interesting."
"It is interesting. She told me a bit about the story. You wanna hear?"
"Sure tell me, hon."
"It's still just a work in progress. She said it might turn out to have a sort of romantic twist to it, or maybe, depending on certain of her characters actions, not so romantic, and instead it will be more of a horror story. Anyways, that is about all she would tell me. So what? Can you meet her?"
"Yes, I think I would like to meet your new friend after all."
Two days later, Roger sat with his daughter waiting nervously at a small café in town after Katie arranged for Vanessa to meet them for lunch. When she arrived it only took one quick glance to understand this was the same "being" from his dream.
She was dressed casual in a pair of tight blue jeans and a form fitting white knit top that, just as Katie mentioned, showed off a tremendous pair of tits to a mouthwatering degree.
Over the course of the lunch, Katie steered the conversation toward Vanessa possibly helping her daddy with his research for his book and maybe, in return, Roger could render her some advice on her own book.
Vanessa happily agreed while giving a knowing look to the professor indicating to turn down his daughter's suggestion of working together would not be such a hot idea. Given no other choice the professor accepted--rather happily.
The plan, as explained to Roger by Vanessa during their first work session, was simple. They would engage in a whirlwind romance culminating in him asking for her hand in marriage by the end of the summer.
In the meantime, Vanessa strongly advised Roger to keep things normal as possible and not, under any circumstances, tip his daughter off to the true nature of Vanessa's being. All things regarding their pending marriage would come clear as time passed--including when the time would be ripe to propose to her.
Vanessa did make one thing abundantly clear to Roger though on their first date. At the end of the evening, after walking her to the door of her apartment, she leaned in close to him whispering, "Just so you understand Professor, we will not be engaging in any sort of, you know, sexy stuff before the marriage beyond a simple kiss or two."
Roger sighed. He wanted desperately, even though it was only their first date, to get in Vanessa's pants. Later, he was given reason to sigh again, an even more pronounced sigh this time when, after they shared a hot kiss good night, she whispered to him, "Oh, and by the way, no satisfying your lustful urges either... on you own, Professor. You understand me. I have the ability to watch you, sight unseen, as I see fit so remember that!"
And with that Vanessa disappeared inside her apartment leaving the Professor with a raging hardon he could do nothing about either now, or later, when he got home.
At the end of a long, hot summer, one where the professor was teased merciless by Vanessa as they continued to date Roger finally was given a sufficient enough hint where he felt the time was right to ask for Vanessa's hand in marriage.
The hint was pretty damn straight forward as it turned out. It was an early September morning when Katie, over breakfast, nonchalantly said, "So Daddy are you going to ask Vanessa to marry you or what? I think she wants you to."
The professor stared at his daughter. "Is that what you want sweetie for me and Vanessa to get married? You would be OK with it I mean?"
"I would love it, Daddy. She is so cool and well, I really like her. The truth is I want her to be my mom."
"Hmm, duly noted daughter," the professor said.
Their wedding, held in a quaint little chapel in the center of town, attended by only a couple of Vanessa's friends and Katie, was a brief affair. There would be no reception afterwards, but instead the bride and groom, with Katie in tow, hurried off to Vanessa's apartment so she could pack for their weekend honeymoon.
