Beautiful Witch vs. Sexy Vampire: Pt 2
By: Supporturgoddess
Stacy Sandstorm fit many a young man’s idea of the perfect woman. Stacy had the face of an angel, with bright blue eyes and full, sensuous lips. Her wavy, light-blonde hair fell to her tight, round hips. In spite of her small size, she had lovely legs and a curvy, busty body most women would envy. Every young man in the area wanted her, but none had had the pleasure. In fact, pleasure was something Stacy feared she might never experience. Though past the age of consent, she remained a virgin. Her parents believed that their daughter should not even think about sex until she was married, and yet…Stacy DID think about it… often. She ached for a man’s touch. She dreamed of a handsome young man who would come and break her free from her parents’ rules, a man who would teach her all about the forbidden subjects she was so curious about and help her experience true passion. While she waited, the intensely curious young woman began to investigate other taboo subjects. The more topics her parents put out of bounds, the more curious Stacy became. She learned of The Occult. Little by little, Stacy became a witch.
One day a new preacher arrived in town. He introduced his congregation to his young son. Stacy took one look at the tall, handsome young man and knew she had found the boy of her dreams.
Just as Stacy’s dreams seemed within reach, when she discovered she had a rival.
Evie Gale had her own plans for the handsome young preacher’s son. Evie spent her nights watching the young man from afar and dreaming of being with him. Evie hungered. The tall, leggy young woman was only a few years older than Stacy. She could match Stacy’s beauty. Though she was not as busty as the young witch, Evie’s legs were longer and silkier. Her shoulder-length hair was a dark golden color. She had a wide, perfect smile, which exuded confidence. Unlike Stacy, Evie knew her way around a bed. In any relationship, she would be the teacher, not the student.
Evie had one other, even more striking characteristic. Evie Gale was a vampire.
Evie had been abandoned by her maker shortly after her rebirth. She felt intolerably lonely. She was desperate to find a companion, a mate to help end the loneliness of eternal life. She had searched the night for a strong man to take control and protect her from the vampire hunters and other dangers her kind face. Evie took one look at the handsome young preacher’s boy and knew he was the man for her.
A war began in the tiny town of Orchid, a war between a newly-made vampire and a fledgling witch. Stacy saw Evie as a demon, an undead thing that had to be vanquished. As a vampire, Evie was, of course, a killer by nature. Two forces of The Occult faced off. This war was for keeps.
In spite of the danger she faced, Stacy’s obsession for the preacher’s boy remained unaltered. She decided her best option was to see him at his house. The parsonage was on sacred ground. Evie could not enter. The old pastor was gone most of the day. They could go up to the boy’s room and pull the curtains closed for privacy.
Stacy was careful to visit the young man only during the days. By night she would be too vulnerable during her trips to and from the parsonage. She always left the boy well before sunset.
Evie watched in helpless frustration, as Stacy spent more and more time with the boy she wanted as well.
Stacy and the young man she loved were inexperienced. Their exchanges were tame by most standards, but they seemed overwhelming to the young virgins. One especially passionate exchange almost crossed the line into a truly carnal encounter. Gasping, Stacy pulled away. She wanted to go further with all her heart, but her strict upbringing demanded she stop. She excused herself by saying that she had to be home before sunset.
The preacher’s boy shrugged. “You’re a little late.” He opened the curtains. The sun had set! Overcome by the heat of passion, she had been so engrossed that she had stayed too long!
Stacy looked up at the clock on the wall.
“It’s an hour late,” he explained.
Ah, the wonders of nature. Evie could not enter the churchyard, but animals could, and vampires of Evie’s kind can control them. Possessing eternal life, Evie could afford to be patient. Night after night, Evie stood alone in the cornfields and watched the young man sleep. She knew he left his windows open to alleviate the autumn heat. Peering in through his window with her supernaturally-enhanced vision, she was well aware of the clock on his wall. When the young man went out of his house to greet Stacy, Evie took control of a crow and sent it into the boy’s room through his open window. A bird capable of weaving a nest had little trouble altering the hands of a small clock. Evie had set her trap, and Stacy had fallen into it!
Stacy raced out of the parsonage and leapt into her father’s old car. She sped through the foggy night toward the relative safety of her home, where her spells and charms could protect her. A figure appeared in the road ahead of her. Evie! Stacy’s heart raced! Unable to swerve around the vampire on the narrow country road, Stacy swerved down a tiny side road. Again, Evie appeared in the road in front of her. Stacy spun completely around, heading back from whence she came. Again the vampire appeared before the car, blocking Stacy’s path. Gasping for breath, Stacy’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew that if she slowed down or stopped, Evie would be on her in the blink of an eye and would surely tear her to shreds! In Stacy’s mind, Evie was an abomination, the walking dead. Motivated by equal measures of fear and hate, Stacy slammed her foot down and raced straight at Evie, to run her down!
Just before impact, Evie leapt straight up and over the car! Stacy screamed and instinctively threw her hands up over her face; certain Evie would crash through the windshield. The old car swerved violently. A sound like a cannon shot rang out. The old car crashed into a tree, its tires blown.
Stacy fell out of the driver’s side door and dropped to her hands and knees, shaken and terrified. Hyperventilating, Stacy looked around, but she saw no sign of Evie. Then she heard a low-pitched growl. She slowly looked back over her shoulder. A wolf larger than any native to the region stalked her. It growled and bared its teeth. Stacy looked directly into its flaming eyes and knew the horrifying truth. It was Evie! She had transformed herself into a wolf!
Stacy screeched and ran. The beast gave chase. The creature knocked Stacy down from behind. Stacy screamed in horror, as the beast pawed and snapped at her.
The monster suddenly looked up. Three men pulled their truck to the side of the road, leapt out, and charged the field. They fired shotguns, but their fire only angered the beast. Stacy took the distraction as a chance to pull out a tiny stake she carried as a last-ditch weapon to use against her enemy. She thrust it up into the monsters ribs. The creature let out an almost human cry, leapt off Stacy, and ran, vanishing into the foggy night.
The men took Stacy to the local hospital. Stacy told her parents and the authorities the same story. She claimed she had stayed too long at her beau’s home. She said she was speeding back home through the fog, when the wolf jumped out in front of her. This, she claimed, had led to her crash. She said the wolf attacked, but it was driven off by the men. Stacy’s parents took her home, but Stacy did not sleep. She had work to do. Everyone accepted her story, but Stacy knew she had been attacked by a vampire. Witch and vampire were locked in a fight to the finish. The vampire had drawn first blood.
Evie returned to the rusty old shack that served as a vampire’s lair. The wound to her chest was already healing, but she needed time to rest. The little blonde witch had proven a far greater foe than Evie imagined possible.
Evie blew out a few candles and settled back in her coffin, trying to sleep. Her vampire ears heard every sound. She listened to the soothing sounds of the howling wind and blowing leaves. Evie had not fed in days, but the witch had hurt her far too badly for her to hunt. She needed to sleep the rest of the night and the day to come, so she could fully heal. The tall, golden-haired vampire listened to the comforting sounds of the night she loved. She fell asleep.
Evie dreamed of battles with Stacy. She dreamt of gloating over the beaten, begging witch. She then dreamt of lying defeated at Stacy’s feet, forced to beg her for mercy. As she lay helpless in the dirt, the witch called up snakes from out of the ground. The serpents coiled around Evie’s limbs and held her down. A final snake wrapped slowly around Evie’s throat, choking the life from her. All the while, Stacy stood over Evie, laughing at her.
Evie’s eyes flashed open! She gagged, choking. Golden ropes used to decorate her ornate coffin moved on their own, wrapping around Evie’s wrists and ankles, tying her down. Another rope wrapped around Evie’s neck, strangling her! Gagging and coughing loudly, Evie thrashed madly back and forth until she tore one ankle free. She kicked desperately at the lid of her coffin, smashing it open. Suddenly some unseen force spun the coffin around violently, positioning it so it faced the window. The window curtains ripped open and tore off. Evie screamed, facing the rising sun!
Stacy had worked through the night, the duchess of divination had used her powers to find Evie’s hidden lair. Evie was under the full attack of a vengeful witch! Evie screamed, struggling with all her vampire strength until she tore the cords loose, but she was trapped within the cabin. The storm had grown all night. Evie heard a witch’s cackle in the crackling lightning and heard Stacy’s taunts upon the howling wind. Evie was caught in no ordinary storm. It had been summoned by the witch!
Though the thick clouds bought Evie a few precious minutes, she fought to protect herself from the rising sun. She attempted to turn the now lidless coffin over, so she could hide under it. Suddenly the coffin seemed to come to life. It leapt at Evie and tried to crush her against a far wall. Stacy shoved the coffin into Evie with all her witchly might, but the vampire’s strength prevailed. She smashed her way through the casket, reducing it to splinters.
Evie balled her fists and screamed, “Is that all you’ve got, witch?”
As if to answer, lightning struck the cabin, setting it ablaze! The wind howled and lightning flashed, but not a drop of rain had fallen. The fire spread at incredible speed. Evie let out frightened, high-pitched screams. She spun in circles. Walls of fire surrounded her, and vampire’s burn. With no other choice left to her, Evie let out a battle cry and leapt straight through the flames, crashing through the window. She fell out…into the light of dawn! Evie screamed in sheer anguish! Her skin boiled and smoked. She stumbled forward and fell. She imagined Stacy standing over her, digging her fingernails into her flesh. Evie knew if she stayed down, she was finished. She rose, forcing herself to take one step at a time, plodding toward her goal. Vampires are, of course, very clever beings. When Evie took the cabin as her home, she found a dry water well in the woods some distance from the cabin and set it up as an emergency hiding place. Groaning and almost dead, Evie lowered herself into the shallow well and slid boards over the top. All she could do was to hide, heal, and wait for night to fall.
Around noon, Evie heard a car approaching. It was Stacy! Evie Gale trembled in fear. Stacy’s foot was on Evie’s throat! The vampire was at the witch’s mercy! The supernaturally-created storms were long gone. The sun shone brightly. If Stacy found the well, all she had to do was to throw open the top and watch as the weakened vampire turned to ash! Evie shook hard, as Stacy’s eyes searched the surrounding area. Evie nearly cried out, as Stacy looked right at her! Fortunately for the vampire, as beautiful as Stacy’s blue eyes were, they were only human. She couldn’t see the camouflaged well, far away in the shadowy woods. After a few moments, Stacy drove away.
The day passed. Evie swore to defeat Stacy once and for all, but first, she had other concerns. She had to feed. She also had to find a new home before the night ended.
That night the town mortuary was broken into. The thief left all sorts of valuables. When police arrived the next morning, they found only one coffin missing.
No trace of the undertaker was ever found.
Both beautiful young women knew they were in a fight to the finish. Despite their vast supernatural powers, each was prepared to risk everything over the all-too-human needs of the heart. Long repressed by her strict parents, Stacy’s young body ached for forbidden pleasures. She needed the young preacher’s son to give them to her, and no vampire would stand in her way. Even in life, Evie had longed for a strong man to come into her life and take charge. Now, alone and afraid, Evie craved for a companion. She had chosen the preacher’s boy, and no witch would stop her. Neither would back down.
Two fortresses stood on opposite ends of town. A witch’s home became her castle, protected by countless spells and charms. A vampire laced her lair with endless traps to destroy anyone or anything foolish enough to attack her while she slept. She created numerous methods to warn her of any magic.
Though well-matched in supernatural power, Evie knew Stacy was beating her badly in the more personal battle between women. Evie hadn’t been able to go near the preacher’s son for weeks. Stacy spent every day with him. She had him wrapped around her little finger. The longer he stayed with Stacy, the deeper he fell for her. Evie feared he would soon propose. If the boy married the witch, their union would be blessed. Even Evie’s powers of seduction wouldn’t be strong enough to get him back. Evie was losing. She had to strike.
Stacy knew she had Evie on the ropes, but she also knew that by forcing Evie into a corner, she made a final showdown inevitable. As soon as her parents left for the evening, the duchess of divination took out her tarot cards and tried to divine a way to finish Evie for good. She decided to enter Evie’s cabin and drive a stake through the vampire’s heart while she slept. While this method could destroy the vampire, there was no guarantee it would. Evie spread out her cards and asked who would prevail in the final battle. She checked twice, just to be sure. Stacy prepared to strike at dawn.
The sun set. An hour passed, and then another. Stacy’s fears rose. Her parents had not returned. Stacy reached for her phone, but she found the lines had been cut. Suddenly the lights went out! Stacy screamed. Times were different then. Stacy lacked the countless connections modern girls take for granted. Stacy was isolated and vulnerable. Stacy quickly lit countless candles and hurried to spread them around the house…exactly as Evie knew she would.
Evie’s voice split the night. “I have your parents, Stacy! Come out and fight me! Come out here and fight me toe-to-toe, or else!”
Stacy’s blood ran cold. “Liar!”
An evil laugh came from the cornfields. “You know I have them. I’ve tied them to a tree branch hanging low over a river. Storms are coming, Stacy. The rivers are rising. Your parents will drown, unless you come out here and fight me!”
Tears ran down Stacy’s cheeks. She knew she had to assume her parents were already dead. Even if they lived, Evie would never tell her where to find them. Stacy wasn’t ready for a fight. She refused to leave the protection of her home.
Evie scowled. “You’re a gutless, pitiful little coward! Ha! Are you really that afraid of me?”
Heart pounding, Stacy grabbed her stake and hid, expecting Evie’s attack at any moment. However, from Evie’s perspective, she now had Stacy on the ropes, and she took deep pleasure in working the little witch over. Evie made Stacy wait, knowing that every terrifying moment was agonizing to Stacy. Stacy sat alone in near darkness, shivering, dressed in only flimsy, tiny nightclothes that reached only as low as her uppermost thigh and strained to hold in her magnificent breasts.
Then, just as Stacy felt her heart couldn’t withstand another moment, rocks shattered every window in the cabin. Controlled by the mistress of the night, bats crashed through windows, knocking over candles and lighting the old house on fire! The fire spread quickly from room to room and door to door, front to back and roof to floor! Fire engulfed trees and bushes surrounding the house and the yard beyond. Wherever Stacy ran, a wall of fire blocked her escape…and witches burn! With no other option left, Stacy finally leapt through a wall of fire and crawled out through an open window. She ran through her burning yard, past a flaming gate, and toppled out into the road, wearing almost nothing. She fell on her front.
A pair of long, sexy legs appeared in front of her, blocking her path.
Evie crossed her arms. “Two can play with fire, witch. You burned my home. Now I’ve burned yours. In case you’re interested, your parents are still alive.”
Unsure of whether Evie was toying with her, Stacy rose, blurting out, “You lie!”
“I have no reason to lie,” said Evie. “My quarrel is with you, not them. I tied them up in your father’s grocery store. His employees will find them in the morning. They’ll be fine. You won’t.”
Evie shouted a magic spell. A strange yellow energy somewhere between lightning and fire shot from the witch’s hands and struck Evie. Though it shredded Evie’s gown, it had no affect on the vampire. Evie pulled off the torn rags, leaving her dressed only in a black bra and panties and her red heels. “You’ll have to do better than that,” said Evie. “This time we fight by night. I’m not in a weakened state. We’re both at full power now. A witch’s powers are all but useless against a vampire of my kind.”
“Perhaps directly,” Stacy returned, “but as the old saying goes, though I might not be able to use magic on you, I’m pretty sure I can use it on myself.”
Stacy summoned all her magic and transformed into physical strength.
Supremely confident, Evie said, “This is your last chance. Leave the preacher’s boy to me, or I’ll finish you tonight, Stacy. I’ll finish you with my bare hands, leave you lying in the dirt, and take him anyway!”
Stacy’s eyes narrowed. “Over my dead body!”
“That would be my first choice,” Said Evie. She kicked off her heels, ready for battle.
On one side stood beautiful witch Stacy, 5’2”, 110 lbs, wearing a tiny, bright yellow nightshirt which strained to hold in her curvy body and ample breasts. Stacy’s blue eyes narrowed, as the wind blew back her long, wavy, light-blonde hair. On the other side stood the vampire, Evie, 5’7”, 114 lbs, reduced to only her scandalously small black bra and panties. She tossed back her shoulder-length, golden hair and glared through dark eyes.
The girls walked slowly together. Evie looked down at the smaller girl with disdain. Suddenly Evie slapped Stacy’s mouth! Stacy flew into the air and crashed down ten feet away! Stacy looked up in shock. She tried to rise, but Evie moved so quickly she became a blur. An insulting backhand sent the witch down again.
Evie laughed over the downed witch. “You’re pathetic, Stacy!”
Stacy growled. “Try to laugh this off!”
Stacy balled her fist and threw a punch. Evie leapt to one side. Stacy’s fist hit a metal pole, bending it. She yelped in pain.
Evie laughed. “You’re SO stupid, Stacy!”
Evie pinched her fingers around Stacy’s chin, lifting her. She drew back and punched Stacy in the mouth. Stacy flew back, struck her back against a fence, and fell forward to her hands and knees. She used one arm to reach around her and hold it against her lower back.
Evie came toward her. Stacy rose. The two bitter enemies clasped hands. They struggled, spinning in slow circles, muscles flexing, grunting and gasping in an all-out, head-to-toe contest of strength vs. strength, body vs. body.
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
“Oh!”
Stacy won. She twisted Evie’s slender arm to the breaking point. Stacy twisted Evie’s hand almost all the way around, forcing a cry of pain from Evie. Stacy leapt up and slammed her fist into the back of Evie’s corkscrewed elbow. Evie screamed and crashed down on her knees. Evie knew another such blow to the back of her elbow might break her arm! She kicked back at Stacy’s ankle, knocking her leg out from under her. The rivals raced up. Stacy scratched Evie’s eyes with her fingernails. Evie howled in pain. Stacy spun Evie completely off her feet by her golden hair, spinning the screaming vampire round and round before hurtling her across the road with superhuman strength. Evie’s back crashed into one tree and then rebounded off the one next to it. Evie fell and slumped between the trees.
Stacy charged, but Evie leapt straight up, pressing her hands against the trees and straightening her arms. She threw her legs wide open and snapped them shut around Stacy’s neck as she ran in, catching Stacy’s neck between her thighs. Evie used her long legs to choke the witch, shaking her wildly. Stacy fell, choking and gasping. Evie scowled. She reached down and seized Stacy’s long, light-blonde hair. Evie then spun the screaming witch round and round by her hair, lifting Stacy high off her feet by the sheer force of the spins. The vengeful vampire tore out some of Stacy’s hair, giving the witch a hair pull even worse than what she had endured. Stacy went flying.
Choking back tears, Stacy leapt to her feet. Evie came in on her. Again the girls pressed palms, locking their fingers together in a direct test of strength. They strained until their bodies quaked. Stacy’s legs shook violently. Her knees folded. The beautiful little witch strained with all her body could offer, but Evie was too big, too strong. Evie forced Stacy to her knees. Evie slammed her knee into Stacy’s face. Stacy dropped to her back.
Evie stood over Stacy, looking down and sneering. “I’ll always remember this moment, when a vampire put a witch in her place!”
Groggy, Stacy looked up and watched the bottom of Evie’s bare foot lower over her face. Evie smashed her foot into Stacy’s face with all her strength. Stacy feared her skull would crack like an eggshell! Kicking desperately, she knocked Evie off. Evie scooped Stacy up, lifted her high, and then brought Stacy’s lower back crashing down across Evie’s bended knee. Stacy screamed, as her back almost broke. Grinning viciously, Evie clamped the palm of her hand over Stacy’s chin and the other hand over Stacy’s thigh, forcing Stacy’s body to bend backward over her bended knee. Stacy more cried than screamed. Then Evie lifted both fists high and slammed them down together into Stacy’s completely unprotected stomach, shattering her! Stacy gagged and coughed.
Evie looked down triumphantly. “Goodbye, witch!” She elongated her fangs and lowered over the devastated witch.
Suddenly Stacy jammed a stick she had found in the dirt straight up into Evie’s chest!
“N-o-o-o-o-o!” The vampire shouted, leaping back and falling to her back.
Stacy ran in terror. The makeshift stake had not even penetrated Evie’s flesh. It had only frightened Evie long enough for Stacy to escape certain defeat. Stacy hid. Evie was just too strong for her! She had to escape, but how? She crawled away.
Evie stood and roared, “Where are you, coward? Come out and fight!”
Suddenly Stacy burst from the barn on the back of an old stallion, a torch in one hand. She galloped past Evie and raced down the road in search of the first possible safe haven.
Evie screamed, “No! I’m beating you! You won’t escape!”
Stacy held onto the reins for dear life, galloping toward her last hope. Suddenly a huge hawk dove from the sky, almost knocking Stacy off the horse. The hawk came back, seizing Stacy’s long hair in its talons! Stacy screamed in pain, but she waved her torch, forcing the huge bird to retreat. Stacy knew the hawk was Evie in another form! Stacy sneered. Two could play at magic! She silently worked a spell. Suddenly the hawk returned. Its talons scratched at Stacy’s face! Screaming like a banshee, Stacy fell off her horse within site of her goal, toppling and rolling end over end.
Stacy looked up. Evie stood over her.
Evie snarled. “It’s over, Stacy. You’re mine!”
“Really?” Stacy looked up at the swirling clouds. Thunder rumbled. Lightning struck. Evie barely had time to leap away. The next bolt came even closer. Evie’s heart pounded. Stacy had again summoned the storm. Lightning is a natural force, an indirect use of magic that could turn the vampire to ashes with a single strike!
Evie, however, was a very good fighter. She knew how to think on her feet and adapt. She charged Stacy, forcing a body-on-body wrestling match.
Teeth bared and gritting from strain, Evie growled, “Let your lightning strike now! If you strike me down, you’ll die with me!”
The sky opened. Rain fell. Two beautiful young women rolled madly along the ground, Evie on top and then Stacy, Evie then Stacy…. Locked in body-on-body combat and staring into each other’s eyes, each woman swore to destroy the other. Each cursed the other to Hell. They rolled and fought, rolled and fought…. Stacy felt Evie’s long legs wrapping around her waist. They began crushing her from both sides. Evie deftly shifted to one side. Now one of Evie’s magnificent legs was behind Stacy’s back, the other under her stomach. Evie’s legs became a pair of scissors, squeezing in on Stacy’s midsection and threatening to cut her in half! Stacy cried out in anguish, but she refused to surrender to the woman she hated most in the world. She stomped and kicked, but Evie’s grip kept tightening around her. Stacy couldn’t breathe! Absolutely desperate, Stacy reached down, grabbed one of Evie’s bare feet, pulled it up, and bit the bottom of it with all her might! Evie screamed madly, relaxing her grip. Stacy escaped but kept biting Evie’s foot until she worked herself securely in place on the vampire’s back. Evie then whirled around, seized the vampire’s golden hair, and slammed Evie’s face down into the rocky ground over and over again! Evie’s forehead bounced off solid rock. Evie kicked frantically, terrified that her head would crack like an old pumpkin thrown into a street! Stacy added to Evie’s agony by pounding fists deep down into Evie’s lower back and kidneys. Evie could barely believe it, as she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Evie was losing. If she lost this fight she would never rise again!
Rain came down in sheets. Wild excitement filled the young witch, as she felt the woman pinned beneath her weakening. Stacy rolled Evie over and sat on her, Stacy’s knees on either side of Evie’s body.
Stacy groped around in the dirt and mud for the sharpest stick she could find, brandished it high overhead, and plunged it down toward the vampire’s heart! Evie screamed in terror, catching Stacy’s hands and stopping the makeshift stake inches over her heart. Evie kicked wildly. She wedged her heels under Stacy’s chin and kicked the witch off.
Evie ran. Stacy gave chase. Stacy almost had her from behind, when Evie leapt up and spun, driving her foot back into Stacy’s gut with such force Evie’s foot almost went through the witch. Stacy cried out, flew back ten feet, and collapsed in a heap. Evie fell, too. Bloodied and beaten, both girls stayed down, faces on the ground, breasts heaving and bellies sucking air.
Neither woman would back down. They slowly rose. Fists flew. Stacy landed a heavy fist into Evie’s jaw. Evie fell. She rose but took another punch, which sent her spinning. Evie suddenly spun back, jamming her fingers into Stacy’s blue eyes and tearing them down the witch’s cheeks! Stacy’s scream rose above the storm. The vicious move would have blinded Stacy, if not for her supernaturally enhanced stamina. Even so, Stacy fell, grabbing her face and kicking the ground in anguish. Evie lifted Stacy by her hair and punched her chin. Stacy’s head flew straight back. She fell slowly, like a felled tree, and then splashed into the mud. Evie stood over her, taunting her and daring her to rise. Each time Stacy rose, she took a bone-breaking punch to her jaw or chin. When Stacy couldn’t rise anymore, Evie started kicking her up under her ribs, sending Stacy rolling farther and farther down the muddy path, through rusted, iron gates, and past tombstones.
Evie came in for the finish. Stacy shrieked in fear, throwing up her hands.
Evie sneered. “Begging, witch? Yes! Yes, I’d like that! Before I finish you, beg me on your knees!”
Stacy screamed, “I’ll never beg YOU!”
Evie smiled viciously. “I think you will.”
Evie leapt up to deliver a flying drop kick. Instead, she barely moved forward and dropped to her hips in the mud.
Stacy’s eyes widened. “We’re inside the cemetery I was trying to reach when I ran from the barn! Don’t you get it? This is hallowed ground! You have no power here! You’re mine!”
Stacy seized a huge, marble tombstone, intent on smashing Evie like an insect. The moment she tugged at it she yelled, almost wrenching her arms out of their sockets.
Evie leapt to her feet. “Ha! You forsake all of this to become a dark witch! Neither of us have any powers here! We’re mortals!”
Stacy stood, balling her fists. “Fine! Let’s settle this once and for all, not as witch and vampire, but as girl vs. girl, you vs. me!”
Evie clenched her fists. “There’s nothing I’d like more!”
The girls let out battle cries and leapt together into one last, all-out war. They spun wildly and fell with a splash into the mud. They fought with all their hearts and bodies could give, hiting, choking, scratching and biting. They tore what little clothing they wore to shreds. Soon covered in mud from head to toe, they screamed obsceneties and tore out each other’s hair. Screams and tears grew plentiful. Deprived of their superhuman resilience, their panting, heaving young bodies now felt every blow, every scratch. Each girl shuddered from pain and exhaustion, but each was determined to prevail. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and it rain so hard it hurt. Two beautiful girls fought like animals. Covered in mud and slick from rain, they slid all over each other’s bodies, locked in combat. The toe-to-toe, body-to-body struggle grew increasingly desperate. They fought for almost ten minutes, slipping and sliding, rubbing up and down each other’s nubile forms, their bodies grinding, slapping, and slamming together, fighting flesh to flesh and face to face, until one girl proved too much for the other.
Kicking frantically, Stacy could no longer get on top. Evie lie down with her bare belly covering Stacy’s face and forcing her head down into the mud… Stacy couldn’t breathe! She flailed madly, panicking before finally biting free. Evie sat on her, pressing her attack from all sides. Stacy cried out in fear, grabbing Evie’s wrist as Evie’s clawed hand came down over her eyes. She stared up into Evie’s palm, trying in vain to keep it away. When Evie’s fingers scratched at Stacy’s eyes and face this time, the young witch had no superpowers to protect her. She felt everything Evie gave her.
Evie used a schoolgirl pin to hold Stacy down under her. She fired fist after fist until Stacy’s huge blue eyes went blank. Stacy’s arms dropped. She could no longer defend herself. Lightning crackled. A truly evil smile spread over Evie’s face. She had won. Stacy lay helpless and beaten beneath her. The vampire began to choke the helpless witch. Stacy’s legs briefly squirmed in the mud, but her remaining strength left her. She fell limp.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Evie let go. Evie took the beaten witch by her ankle. Evie dragged Stacy through the mud, past lonely tombstones, back up the path and out through the rusted gates…until they were out of the cemetery.
Stacy’s half-open blue eyes saw everything, but she could do nothing to stop it. For several minutes Evie just stood and looked over the beaten witch, letting the pouring rain wash the mud from Stacy’s gorgeous body.
No longer on hallowed ground, the vampire’s powers returned. She elongated her fangs and lowered over the terrified witch. Evie toyed with Stacy like a cat with a mouse. She ran her fingers through Stacy’s long, light-blonde hair, kissed Stacy’s pink lips, and then mocked her as a fighter and as a woman. Evie explored the beautiful witch, running her tongue along Stacy’s curves and tasting almost every inch of the delicious witch.
Finally, the vampire fed. Stacy moaned, as Evie bit her neck. Evie instantly felt exstacy, delights she had never known. Evie sighed loudly. She had never met Stacy’s equal! Stacy was easily the best she had ever had. Evie only wished this moment could go on forever. She drank long and deep.
When the deed was done, Evie stood, looking down at the drained figure at her feet. Evie knew she would never again know such rapture, but there were practical matters at hand. Evie took Stacy’s body and dumped it in the river, for the rising floodwaters to take away. If locals found her, they would simply blame the attack on the wolf that had attacked the young beauty once before.
Evie slept for days.No one had fulfilled her the way Stacy had. The vampire basked in the glow of triumph.
On midnight of the fifth day, Evie rose. The preacher’s boy belonged to her now.
She threw open the door to her new lair and screamed! Evie Gayle stood face-to-face with Stacy Sandstorm.
Stacy slapped her palm across Evie’s mouth with such impact she sent the vampire flying back and crashing to the floor. Wearing only a tiny teddy, Evie sat up and looked up through bulging eyes. “It’s impossible! You’re dead! I beat you!”
“Yes,” Stacy said, entering the cabin. “You beat me, as I knew you would.” The witch laughed. “From birth my main power has always been the power to see the future. Before our last battle, I called upon my powers to show me who would win. No matter how often I asked, I received the same reply. I knew you would win that part of our battle, but our fight isn’t over. Confused? Ha! I told you that though I couldn’t use magic directly on you, I could use it on myself. Before we fought, I cast love spells to make myself irresistible to you! I made you want me so badly that you drank too long, too deep! You know what that means!”
Stacy smiled wickedly, elongating her new vampire fangs.
I outsmarted you! I made you drink too deeply! By the time you finished, I was already as immortal as you are! I can’t drown! I can’t die! Ha-ha! I’m now a witch and a vampire! I’m now TWICE as strong as you are!”
Evie stood with her hands in claws. “You’ll have to prove that, Stacy!”
Stacy hissed, “Oh, I plan to!”
The girls leapt together. Their final battle began.
***
Thirty days later, a full moon rose. A vampire prepared to hunt. She sat back into a plush chair and propped her feet up on her favorite footstool.
Vampire Evie Gale knelt on her hands and knees at the foot of the chair. Stacy’s bare feet rested upon Evie’s back.
Stacy tugged at the heavy, metal dog chain around Evie’s neck and snapped her fingers. Evie responded like a trained dog, sticking out her tongue, flattening it against Stacy’s sole, and licking the bottom of Stacy’s bare foot.
Evie’s new mistress, Stacy Sandstorm, giggled. “That’s right, act like the little whipped bitch you are. You like being my bitch, don’t you, Evie?”
Overpowered by forces she could never hope to fight, Evie whispered, “Yes, Mistress. You beat me. You own me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“We hunt tonight. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll leave you a few scraps.” Stacy giggled again. “Of course, I might make you beg for them.”
Evie nodded. “You can make me do whatever you want.”
Stacy asked, “Why?”
Evie looked up at Stacy in genuine admiration. “You proved you’re a better woman than I am, head to toe. I know my place. I’ll serve you…forever.”
***
Long ago, a sexy vampire fought a beautiful witch to prove absolute supremacy. The witch won. Stacy had always longed for a teacher, someone who could show her dark and forbidden pleasures without end. In Evie, she found the teacher she had sought. Evie’s inventive mind would never run out of new ideas. Evie had hungered for a companion, a strong hand to take control and protect her. In Stacy she found a being more powerful than any witch or vampire, for Evie had made her a hybrid of both. Evie found a woman who would dominate her to her masochistic heart’s delight. In time Evie would learn the ways of witchcraft and once again equal Stacy in power. From then on, the two would take turns, each taking their turn as master and servant. This was only one of the wicked games they played. Vampire and witch both lost all interest in the preacher’s son. Two once-bitter enemies found the companion of their dreams in each other. They are only loyal to each other now. Those they encounter now are used merely for food…or for the most sadistic of pleasures. None last long.
On this very night, somewhere, in some forgotten spot in America’s heartland, two beautiful blondes walk down a lonely road or street. They come to feed. If you should come across two beautiful blondes who ask you to come and play, beware! They play for keeps!
Happy Halloween!
