Kevin Michaelson had no idea of his very strange lineage. How
could he? He had no memory of his real parents. His mother had left him on the
steps of an orphanage when he was only a few days old, so he could have no idea
that his mother had been half elf, nor that she had been fleeing because her
half-vampire lover, his father, had been converted to a full vampire and was
now after her blood. Kevin was in a very unenviable position. Although he had
gorgeous blue eyes, and he tanned just like all the other kids, his white hair
would not accept any kind of dye or pigmentation. It was the fact that both of
his parents had been half human that allowed him to be in the sun at all. He didn’t
have the Elven weakness for iron, which was a major plus, since so many mortal
foods have iron in them. He didn’t seem to mind looking at crosses and Stars of
David, or other religious artifacts, and holy water had no ill effect on him.
That was what made him seem semi-normal. What was weird about him was he healed
any wound almost instantly, except those inflicted by wooden things, like
baseball bats or splinters. That was the only one of his powers which
manifested itself at an early age, and often it was the only thing that saved
his life. Now, he was sixteen, and his powers were beginning to emerge in
force. The first time he noticed
something weird was when he woke up one frigid Monday morning to find that everything
was different. He could hear and identify every heartbeat in the house—no! On
the block! He could hear Mom’s steady one, Dad’s thumpity-thumpity-thumpity
beat, Kyle’s strong one, and Suzie’s aroused pitter-patter, which was probably
being caused by a wet dream, within the house.
Mrs. Feldman’s heart sounded like a diesel engine’s idle being immitated
by tom-toms. Mr. Flanders across the street was puttering along at a mile a
minute, possibly on the verge of heart failure. Kevin shook his head and tried
to shut out the noise. The smell of bacon came to his nostrils, but it hadn’t
been cooked yet. It smelled like someone had just stuck some raw bacon up to
his nose. Kevin went downstairs and found that his adopted mother was in the
process of opening a new package of bacon.
“Hi, honey! You’re up early!” Mom said. “You usually don’t get up
until the bacon’s cooked.” She ran her fingers through his white hair. “You
don’t feel hot.” she said. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Kevin did as he was
told. He came down in his blue jeans and his sweater, the black one with the
red, gold, blue, green and orange parallelograms his adopted mother had always
insisted on calling “diamonds.” He put his shoes on at the foot of the stairs,
and recieved his plate. Suzie, age seventeen, and Kyle, who was Kevin’s age,
raced down the steps to be the first ones at breakfast, and were understandibly
dismayed to find Kevin was already up, dressed and eating.
“You had a secret alarm clock, didn’t you?” Suzie asked. One of
the rules of this daily competition, which had been a morning ritual with the
trio for as long as they could remember, was that no alarm clocks could be
used. “Nope.” Kevin replied. “There was
some noise outside.” “You’re a sound sleeper.” Suzie said. “Anything that would
wake you up would wake us up too.” They were still argueing when their mother
told them it was time to go to school. Suzie, being the eldest, got to drive.
There was nothing good on morning radio, so Suzie popped a tape into the
player. She would have used a Hanson tape to annoy the boys, particularly
Kevin, if they had not already signed a contract in blood that Suzie would
never buy, record or borrow any material relating to Hanson, as long as the
boys agreed to give her exclusive rights to the second phone line after the sun
went down. Kevin got his second hint
when he got to school and found Marty Winkler, also known as The Eternal
Senior, waiting for him.
“You passed me in the hall Friday, Ke-vin.” Marty said. “NO ONE
passes ME in the hall, EVER!”
“You stopped to tie your shoe, and I was going to be tardy.” Kevin
replied, trying to go around the seven-foot monster before him. Kevin was seven
feet tall as well, but it was only because of his lankiness. “If I decide to be tardy, then everyone unlucky
enough to be behind me is tardy, PUNK! GOT THAT?!” He grabbed Kevin by the
front of his sweater, then drew back a fist and brought it forward as hard as
he could. Kevin caught it in his hand and began to squeeze. Bone bit into his
fingers, but Kevin didn’t care. Marty screamed for mercy, and that was when
Kevin snapped out of it and released him.
Marty ran away, whimpering, while Kevin stared at his hand in shock. How
had those long, thin fingers that seemed designed for playing musical
instruments and looked like they would break if ever used for violence, managed
to crush Marty’s hand? Those who had witnessed the scene began chanting “Kevin!
Kevin” over and over. He tried to escape to the cafeteria, but soon found he
had a cheering entourage. Desperate to escape the throng surrounding him, he
jumped as high as he could, and found himself on the roof of the Math
Wing. “That has GOT to be a record!”
someone muttered. Kevin found himself a
corner next to the maintainence access and sat down. What was going on? How was
all this happening? Kevin had more questions than answers. The people below were running around like
chickens with their heads cut off.
“Need some answers, honey?” someone asked. Kevin whirled to find a young
woman with white hair and blue eyes. Her skin was much fairer than Kevin’s, but
otherwise she looked very much like him.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I’m your mother.” she said. “Your real mother.” “That’s
plausible, I guess.” Kevin replied. “Mom did say I was adopted. But how do I
know you’re really my birth mother?”
“Because I know why you can do all these things.” she said.
“You’re my son, and I am half elf. Elves have always been deceptively strong.
Your father was half vampire, and their strength is absolutely astounding.
Furthermore, their senses are several times more acute than those of a human.
As the child of two human/Pretender hybrids, many of our weaknesses have been
bred out because of humans’ resistance to the things which would be lethal,
even to a half-elf or half-vampire.”
“Let me get this straight...an elf and a human were able to
produce fertile offspring?”
“Is that any more remarkable than a human and a vampire producing
fertile offspring?” the woman asked.
“I thought vampires were humans that were bitten by other
vampires.” Kevin replied.
“You can also be born a vampire.” the woman said. “It’s not like
they’re sterile or anything.”
“So why’d you dump me?” Kevin asked.
“I wish I hadn’t had to, but your father was made full vampire,
and the bloodthirst became too powerful for him to control.” she replied. “He
came after me. He wanted me to be with him for eternity. Luckily you’re only
one-quarter vampire. I’ll bet you even eat fruits and vegetables on occasion.”
“I practically live on chili taters.” Kevin replied. “It’s a wonder I haven’t
turned into Fat Albert or something like that.” “Have you ever heard of a fat
elf?”
“No.”
“It’s because Elven metabolism gets rid of excess fat. Granted, it
means sometimes they starve to death when they can’t find food in the forest,
but it keeps their arteries clear.” The person who claimed to be his mother
told Kevin many more things about vampires and elves before the maintainence
ladder appeared at the ledge. He glanced back to her, but she was gone.
At break, Kevin went out to the parking lot to test his strength.
He managed to lift a half-ton Chevy over his head. “Whoa! Talk about a pickup
truck!” he exclaimed. Suddenly wary of anyone who might be watching, he set the
truck down. While he was there, he
noticed that his sister had double-parked, and one of the three campus security
guards who were affiliated with the local police was walking purposefully
toward it. A hop, skip and a jump later, he was at the back of the hot car. He
pushed down on it a few times, until it started jumping, then he pretended that
moving it was giving him a hernia as he put it within the lines. He pretended
to wipe sweat off his forehead, pop his back, and rub at a sore spot, then he
flexed for the female cop. She shook her head and started scribbling in her
ticket book.
“You realize obstructing justice is a felony?” she asked. “You’re not going to report this.” Kevin
said, fixing her gaze with his. “Are you?”
“Not...re...report...” she muttered.
“You look tense. Why don’t you relax?” Kevin said. Her shoulders
and arms relaxed, as did her fingers, from which the ticket book dropped,
forgotten, to the ground, and her eyes became completely glazed as she stared
into Kevin’s eyes. She looked real nice in her uniform, with nice, firm tits,
soft, shapely hips, and a flat, muscular tummy. Her mouth hung open slightly.
“Close your mouth.” Kevin said. She obeyed. Kevin took off her hat and removed
the pin that kept her rich, smooth black hair up in a tight bun. Her
olive-colored skin and dark eyes shone in the sunlight. She didn’t respond as
he touched her breast. “I want you to
count to a hundred, and slowly, slowly, you will forget the numbers just as you
will forget everything else, and soon the numbers will become my magic phrase
‘You command, I obey.’” Kevin said. Slowly, the guard began counting, and by
thirty-nine, had started to forget the numbers, and had started over again. On
the third try, number five and beyond became the phrase “You command, I obey.”
She muttered it over and over, slowly ingraining it into her subconscious, with
Kevin never once breaking eye contact. Kevin stopped her mantra and started
pumping her for information about herself; name, relationship status, address,
phone number, what she was wearing under her uniform, the contents of her
pockets. She did not resist as he asked her each question. She answered each
question as though reading the answers off a card taped to his retinas. Kevin
undid the top three buttons on her uniform shirt and whispered some
post-hypnotic commands to her so he could control her over the phone. He kissed
her on her lips and released his stranglehold on her mind. She blinked, and as
she saw who was kissing her, she warmly, passionately returned the kiss. They made out, petting heavily, until the
bell rang for students to go back inside. He broke the kiss and whispered one
of her trigger phrases, so she orgasmed right where she stood.
“I’ll call you tonight, Renee.” he said, winking. She smiled back
at him. “I’ll be waiting by the phone,
Love.” she said in a whisper. As Kevin made his way back to the buildings, he
caught sight of three guys who stared at him with envy in their eyes. The one
on the far left, whose name was paul, but Kevin called him Pepe because that
was his name in Spanish class, the only class he had with him, dropped to his
knees and then assumed a grovelling position.
“Your Majesty!” he exclaimed. “What is Thy secret, O Great One?” “I’m
not even sure myself.” Kevin replied. The others followed behind him
admiringly. When Kevin got to class, and when he was sure no one was looking,
he adjusted himself so he was more comfortable. Sra. Miralles, the teacher, was
one who would rather have you sit at your desk, bored as whatever metaphor you
could come up with, than allow you to do work from another class, and today was
a test day. After the test, Kevin was getting bored, and he noticed that Tina
Bates, a lithe brunette gymnast who had turned in her test five minutes earlier
than Kevin, was looking bored as well. He got her to make eye contact, and held
her gaze, wondering if he could think commands and have her obey them. As a
test, he concentrated on the thought that she should start tapping her foot
slowly. It worked. He began her mental reprogramming, and soon, she was his to
command. He realized, with some embarassment, that she was still tapping her
foot, so he made her stop. He mentally dictated what she was to do when she got
into her car at the end of the day. She blinked her eyes twice in
acknowledgement. He got up out of his
seat as though he were going to sharpen his pencil, then made a weird noise so
everyone would look at him. He snagged all their minds in one piercing glance,
and made it so they would not notice anything unusual. Their eyes dropped back to their papers, and
those who were bored continued looking bored. He had Tina undress for him, but
nobody said anything. He grabbed her breast, and she purred with pleasure.
Still, everyone followed the ignorance command. He took off his clothes and
pressed her up against the wall, inserting his prick and popping her virginity.
She moaned and purred and cooed her pleasure, but nobody noticed, except her
lover/master, Kevin, who responded by turning up the tempo. Tina moaned louder,
and then her cunt clenched up, trying to pull him in all the way. Not satisfied
with his current penetration, he made her get on her hands and knees and he
penetrated her from behind, shoving himself in all the way and drawing screams
from her. He spanked her, and she came each time his hand made contact with her
bare buttocks. Her cunt was still squeezing, trying to get him to come so she
could milk his cock for all it was worth. Finally, he did come, and they yelled
their pleasure together at the top of their lungs. And the class didn’t notice.
He had his slave dress, but he kept her panties and bra.
His next class was metal shop, and there was only one girl there,
a tough girl named Jessie Schiff. She was always wearing black leather, and no
school official had ever gotten her to take off her shades for anything except to
put on a welding hood or to fight. Her hair was black, and cropped short, so
she looked like a boy from behind, if you were at the wrong angle to see the
swell of her breasts. When he walked in, everyone but Jessie looked up at him,
so he decided to put them all to sleep. Jessie, who was still wearing her
shades and was not looking at him, was the only one awake. She looked up when
heads started hitting the tables, and was instantly demanding to know what was
going on. After a couple of tries, he found he couldn’t hypnotize her through
the shades. “It’s alright, Jessie.” he
said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“What did you do to them?” she asked.
“Just a little magic trick.” Kevin replied. “A friend of mine bet
me I couldn’t beat you in a fight. That’s why I didn’t skip today.” “There’s
something different about you, Kev.” Jessie said. “First I see you whoop Marty
before school and then jump straight up on top of the Math Wing, then I hear
about you making out with Renee Gonzales, the unseducible security guard, and
now you’re accepting a fight-dare? When did you grow a backbone?” “Funny.”
Kevin said. “Why don’t you look me in the eye and say that?” Jessie took off
her shades, and Kevin reached out. She seemed to be about to say something, but
when Kevin caught her gaze, she shut up. He focussed his thoughts on her, and
suggested mentally that she should take off her clothes. “Why would I want to do that?” Jessie asked
as a disgusted look crossed her face. Again and again Kevin tried to gain
control of her, but she seemed immune to his powers.
“What’s going on?” he muttered. “Why isn’t it working?” “You’re
trying to control me, aren’t you?” she asked. She glanced at the boys lying
asleep at the tables. “You’re a freaking vampire...but, how come you can walk in
the sun?”
“I’m not a vampire.” Kevin replied. “At least, not a full vampire.
My father was half vampire.”
“You mean like Blade, from the comics?” Jessie asked. “Yep.” he replied. “I’ve got the strength,
the healing, the enhanced senses, and the hypnosis, but I guess I have to
recharge or something.” “Vampires can’t hypnotize me.” Jessie said. “I’m what
they call a Resistor.” “And you couldn’t tell me this when you heard the first
command, instead of letting me stand here making an ass of myself?” “I didn’t
get what you were trying to do.” Jessie replied. She approached Kevin and took
off the leather jacket, revealing nice, hard tits under her brown tank top,
then she reached into her backpack and pulled out a wooden stake. “But now that
I know you’re part vampire, I can get right down to business. Goodbye,
bloodsucker!” she exclaimed, launching the stake at him, but he dodged with all
his vampiric agility, and it splintered on the stone wall. “Don’t call me bloodsucker!” Kevin yelled,
glaring at Jessie. “I do NOT drink blood! I don’t even like the SIGHT of it!”
“Open your mouth.” Jessie commanded. Not wanting a stake through
the heart, Kevin did as he was told. Jessie held his mouth open and stuck a
dental mirror in there. “No fangs.” Jessie muttered. “I guess the bloodline IS
pretty thin. Okay, you get to live.”
She put her second stake back in the backpack.
“Thank you.” Kevin sighed. The instructor came in from his office. Startled,
it took Kevin a couple of seconds to remember he could control people—or most
of them anyway—and put the instructor to sleep. A sudden wild idea came into
his head.
“You want to have some fun?” he asked.
“I’m not feeling horny.” Jessie replied. “I’m never horny.” “You
can’t lie to a vampire, even if the bloodline IS thin.” Kevin said. “I guess
telepathy is part of the hypnosis thing, or vice versa. I don’t know, I’m kinda
new at this.”
“So I see.” Jessie said. “So I suppose I have to tell you the
truth, then. I have to get off once a day or I go crazy, but I already got off
today. I killed a Level Three bloodsucker at about six this morning.”” “What is
it with you and vampires?” Kevin asked.
“One of them walked in on us one day. Hypnotized my mother into letting
him in, then he came up to our room, hypnotized my sister, and made her a
vampire.” Jessie replied. “My sister killed hundreds of people and converted
almost as many. I’ve been hunting her children ever since. And maybe I blame
myself. If I had stopped him, or stalled him so he couldn’t convert her, she
wouldn’t have become a Queen Vampire, and she wouldn’t have killed all those
people, or made all those vampires who killed hundreds more.”
“Man, that’s rough.” Kevin said.
“No kidding.” Jessie replied.
“So now you’re Jessie the Vampire Slayer?”
“Don’t make fun of me, hellspawn, I’ve still got the stakes, and
like an idiot, you put all the witnesses to sleep.”
“Oh, speaking of which, you hungry? I could use a snack.” Kevin
said. He awakened the instructor. “Go get snacks for us.” he told him. “Use all
the money in your pockets.” The instructor obeyed. “Why did you check behind my
teeth for fangs?” he asked Jessie.
“A vampire’s fangs are retractible, and hidden behind the outer
incisors.” Jessie said. “Your teeth are nice, by the way.” True, Kevin had
recently had his braces removed. They’d done their jobs. He kept his teeth
clean and all that, mostly because he did not relish having to go through hell
as Brace Face again. He smiled.
“You wanna make these guys fight?” he asked. “We’ve got another
forty-five minutes to kill.”
“Why not?” Jessie said. Kevin commanded the students on the south
side of the room to obey voice commands from Jessie, and he took control of the
others. They moved to the metal shop, leaving the odd man out, the Teacher’s
Pet who sat next to the teacher’s desk, to wait for the teacher to arrive with
the snacks. Because of Kevin’s
inexperience and Jessie’s inability to control “her fighters” telepathically,
they decided to go for one-on-one voice-command only matches with sudden death
elimination. By the third match, they were both getting really into it. It
seemed as though since they had no will of their own and could not feel pain,
they were much stronger than they would normally be. They were lifting objects
as massive as they were, and often the commander would have to dodge some piece
of metal shop equipment that suddenly was hurled across the makeshift arena.
After a near-miss which could have been fatal, the two decided no more weapons.
The snacks arrived, and Jessie and Kevin had their combatants take
a break while they munched on the finest the Teachers’ Lounge had to offer. Now
that the instructor had arrived, there was no longer an odd man out, so they
had the teacher battle his “pet.” Strangely enough, they always seemed to have
the same number of warriors left. Whenever Kevin got three wins ahead, Jessie
would win three in a row, and so on. Finally, each of them only had one
left. “This is exciting!” Jessie
exclaimed. “Take him out, Nelson!”
Nelson McLeod charged at his smaller opponent, Jimbo Grimble. “Uppercut now, Jimbo!” Kevin exclaimed.
Jimbo reacted quickly, and gave his opponent an uppercut with a slight left
hook. Nelson flew back five feet to land in an unconscious heap. Jessie got mad
and charged at Kevin. Although she didn’t have Kevin’s strength, she was fast
and furious, and she had years of skill in fighting vampires. Kevin could take
more punishment than her, though, and he wasn’t stupid enough to follow false
openings. She punched for his face, and he caught her hand, flipped her over
his shoulder, and let her go. She landed near some rod stock, and she grabbed a
piece. She swung it at him, but it was steel, not wood. His bruise healed
quickly. He grabbed it on the next swing, pulled it from her hands, then bent
it around her so she couldn’t move, not even her head. “Give up?” he asked. She would have nodded
if she could.
“She’s a Resistor, Mother.” Kevin said. “I can’t hypnotize her.”
“Not the vampiric way, no, but it can be done. She would have to let down her
defenses, but it could be done.” Kevin’s mother replied. “I can see where you get your looks.” Jessie
whispered. “Too bad you didn’t get her ears, too. I happen to think pointy ears
are very sexy, if they’re on a member of the opposite gender.”
“So did my father.” Kevin’s mother said. At Jessie’s glare, she
said “Ears like these don’t miss much.”
“Still, I’m starting to think of her as—hopefully—someone I could
be friends with, so I thought you should meet her.” Kevin said. “She seems like a very nice person, once you
get past the obsessive behavior.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jessie asked, suddenly livid. “This vendetta against all vampires.
Posessing the mutant gene for vampirism does NOT make someone evil. True, it
makes them thirst for blood, but many of them are the vampire equivalent of
vegetarians. They only drink blood from animals, usually cattle or pigs,
something plentiful.” “So what can you tell us about his powers?”
“He doesn’t have enough vampire in him to levitate. I know that
much because neither did his father.” the woman said. “He can leap a tall
building in a single bound, but that’s just what it is, a bound, a jump, a
leap. So no jumping off cliffs, at least not those more than eight stories
tall. Second, his father had a hard time transforming, so I’m betting Kevin
can’t do it at all. I was watching and he could barely lift a half-ton pickup,
whereas full vampires can throw busses. And watch who you try to hypnotize next
time young man.” “Is there any special clue I could follow as to which ones are
Resistors?” Kevin asked.
“Very strong-willed people most often, but there are also those
who are just too stupid to hypnotize, so don’t try it in a sanitarium.” “Got
it.” Kevin replied.
“Don’t you have a class coming up?”
“I suppose so.” Kevin replied. “C’mon, Jessie.” Jessie followed
him until their paths diverged, and then she was gone. Kevin watched where she
went. She was a genuine challenge, and it would be a true conquest if he could
have her. Tina Bates, whom he’d reprogrammed in Spanish class, was in the class
with him. He made sure the rest of the class wouldn’t notice anything unusual,
and he had her suck his dick. His willing slave deep-throated his cock, and
then used her tongue to give her master the greatest pleasure. When he shot his
load into her mouth, she hungrily swallowed it all, then licked his prick
clean. In return for the excellent blowjob she’d just given him, he tit-sucked
her to climax. He took away one of his classmates’ gym bags, which had contained
their books, but he made them think they had brought the books in a stack, not
in a bag. He had his slave go completely limp, and he made her into a little
bundle and put her in the bag, then he stuffed her clothes in on top of her,
and had her go to sleep. His slave
obeyed.
He commanded the class not to notice that he and Tina were gone,
and commanded the instructor to think they had both taken and aced the test.
The class was half over, and Kevin wanted to visit Jessie. He put the whole
class to sleep, except for Jessie, and they would awaken when the lunch bell
rang. They climbed to the roof of the auditorium and looked over at the
mountains on the horizon, blue with distance. It wasn’t too long before Jessie
fell asleep. Here was his chance! He knew from Health class that what humans
breathe out still has enough oxygen to keep vital organs functioning, but not
enough to maintain consciousness. He breathed into her open mouth as she
inhaled, keeping a mental eye out for his mother. REM sleep came and went, and
still Kevin kept going, until he decided she was deep enough, then he inserted
a little probe into her mind. He met with no resistence. He awoke only her
subconscious and began issuing suggestions, which were accepted without
question. When she awoke, she smiled to find her Master smiling down on her.
She would return to her deep trance whenever he called her “Jess,” but she
would still put up strong resistance to vampiric control. He tested out each of
the various triggers he had inserted into her mind, and made sure she was his,
then, when he was sure her mind was totally in his power, he took posession of
her body. She was a lusty, ferocious lover, and Kevin found himself prying
himself loose from her sex-weary body with two black eyes and scratchmarks down
his back. Those would heal, as they always have, but they were not unpleasant.
Actually, Kevin LIKED the vicious way she made love. He kissed his conquered
Resistor, dressed her, then patted her under the chin to return her to normal,
with no memory of what had transpired. When she left, supposedly so she could
be in class on time, because her next class was clear across the campus, he got
Tina out of her bag and fucked her until the end-of-lunch bell rang, then he
dressed her and sent her on to her next class. That class and the next were
devoid of sexy ladies, so Kevin had no exercise of his mental powers there. He
was glad when the day was over. Tina would go directly to his place and wait
for him in the treehouse. Renee would
wait lustily by the phone and would come when he called. Jessie would come to
him when he called her up and activated her trigger. All in all, it was a good
first day, and tomorrow would be better.
End.