LITMIR.BIZ

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must die in the attempt. After my success with the gloride monsters on Nimbus and Serifin, Ischuk thought I might be able to kill the setti in the gloride mine on Kinzu Prime.

      The child in me accepted before the adult in the back of my mind could object. As the setti attacked me I became only an observer in my own body as The Ride began again. The Ride used my body to kill the setti. I returned to Cocuru wearing the setti spine belt that I had harvested from one of the setti The Ride had used my body to kill. I found that returning to the life of a gentleman wine producer was no longer a possibility.

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      This is the story of a man who finds he has an amazing ability over which he has absolutely no control. The story is told in the man’s own words. To read only this story please only read between the ◊ and the ◊◊◊. If you are the type of person who likes to know the story surrounding the story please ignore the ◊ and ◊◊◊ and enjoy ‘THE WHIRLWIND’S RIDE’.

      CHAPTER 1

      THE REVENGE OF THE SELF-BORN

      CELESTE’S REVENGE

      Celeste held her head between her hands willing herself to survive the agony. She cursed Bob as she willed the time to pass more quickly. Celeste could feel the hated sun begin to slide below the horizon. Finally it was over. The day was done and the pain in her head and her gut and everywhere else began to subside. This was the last day of her yearly month of fertility, one month down and only two hundred ninety nine to go. How could she be so stupid? Still Celeste gave her word and she always kept her word. The problem was that Celeste wanted revenge.

      Celeste had also given her word that she would not harm Bob or anyone close to him. The question was, what constituted harm? Celeste knew she was splitting hairs, but she couldn’t let this mortal have the last word. What was the planet Bob called home? Cocuru! Cocuru was the name of his precious world. Celeste would kill no one. Celeste would physically harm no one. But embarrassment, humiliation, feeling betrayed by those he loved, was that really harm. Celeste would not spill so much as one drop of their blood, except the blood she would drink of course. And since Celeste wasn’t fertile the blood she took would not harm anyone. Bob would learn that there was a price to be paid for manhandling one of the Self Born.

      The star courier landed on Cocuru after sunset and Celeste removed her image from the minds of those who saw her. Celeste chose for herself a suitable staff and started her search for Bob and those who were close to him. The night was nearing its end and Celeste found lodging in a hidden subbasement of ‘Tully’s Tavern’ that even Tully had never known about.

      It had been built by the father of the previous owner who had died before telling his son about its secret entrance. Celeste had a gift for finding hidden entrances, especially when they led to secret places deep underground. Celeste needed a blood meal so she could sleep the day in comfort. As she opened the hidden door and moved through the room Celeste clouded the minds of those who saw her so she passed through the tavern’s great room unnoticed. Once outside Celeste turned around and walked back in. All the men turned to look at this beautiful young woman entering the room. Blood always tasted better when taken from a man who had seen and sexually desired her. Celeste decided on Tully himself.

      Tully had grown children and a wife who loved him. Tully would never cheat on his wife, but god he wanted this beautiful young woman. Tully wanted to take her in his arms, strip her naked, get between her legs and show her how a real man pleasured a woman. Tully would never cheat on his wife and he couldn’t understand how this young woman was able to take him by the hand and lead him into the back room so easily. Tully took the young woman in his arms and grabbed her bottom with both hands as he felt the wonder of her huge breasts pressed against him. Tully barely noticed at all when Celeste buried her fangs deep into his neck.

      She only took a mouthful of his blood. The taste was good. Tully was a good solid meat and potatoes kind of guy. The waves of pleasure washed over her as she withdrew her fangs. Celeste had Tully remove all his clothes and lie on his back on the small bed. She played with his penis until it erupted as she filled his mind with images of the incredible sex the two of them had experienced.

      Celeste still loved men even though it had been many thousands of years since she had actually had sex with one. She threw a sheet over Tully and left him asleep on the small bed. As the narcotic effect of Tully’s blood began to have its way with her she removed the image of her leaving the tavern from everyone’s mind. Celeste staggered as her servants led her to her rest. Celeste knew she would have wonderful dreams and awake refreshed and strong when the sun went down.

      The next night Celeste moved to Bob’s estate. As she walked in the door of the ‘big house’ Celeste took control of the minds of everyone in it. The house was light and airy with a charm and elegance designed to display a masculine touch that Celeste realized she approved of. The house was perfect for a wealthy young bachelor.

      The housemaster’s name was Cedric. Celeste touched the back of Cedric’s head. Bob was not home. He was still off planet fighting gloride monsters. Celeste would make Bob’s home her own. Celeste took a small amount of Cedric’s blood. There was a good strong table wine quality to Cedric’s blood not unlike Tully’s blood. The difference was that Cedric’s blood was sweeter.

      Celeste had a field hand come over and bend down so she could sample his blood as well. Celeste took an even smaller amount, just a few drops. The field hands blood was just as sweet. Celeste took a small amount of blood from a housemaid, then from another maid, then another field hand, then one of the men working in the kitchen, then one of the gardeners, then a girl working in the kitchen. Each time the blood was just as sweet.

      Celeste knew there was a danger in taking the blood from too many individual humans for any one blood meal. Celeste was very close to going into a REVERIE, a mindless euphoria that can claim a vampire’s body and soul. It was just that the blood was so sweet and absolutely wonderful. Celeste was going to release all their minds so they could watch her dance. Celeste stopped and took control of herself.

      The blood of these people was so sweet because these people shared a common purpose, a shared destiny. They felt that Bob was an important man, to the people of Cocuru certainly and perhaps to the entire human race. By working for him and making his life easier they were important too. This was unsettling. Until Bob returned Celeste would spend the daylight hours in the deepest of the rooms below the estate’s wine vaults. Celeste would take all her blood meals at ‘Tully’s Tavern’.

      ◊I was exhausted. Usually I walk into a gloride mine with a hangover that is so horrible that death by gloride monster would be an improvement. I stagger around until the gloride monster attacks me. At this moment The Ride takes over and I become only an observer in my own body. The Ride uses my body to kill whatever is attacking me and then The Ride goes away taking my hangover with it. In control of my body again and hangover free I usually collect some vine clippings from the local grapes, deposit the payment code for my fee, and get on a star transport back to Cocuru.

      This time started the same. I had my hangover and I wandered around until I was attacked. Four crocs attacked me simultaneously from four different directions. The Ride took over and managed to have my body avoid all four sets of claws and trip one of the crocs as it went by. The Ride managed to have one of my body’s hands hold on to the crocs head long enough at the proper angle to have the crocs body weight break its own neck. At the same time The Ride used the pull of the crocs head as it fell, combined with every ounce of strength and momentum my body had, concentrated into one knuckle of my body’s fist as it perfectly hit one of the rib bones of a second croc. Before The Ride could have my body deliver the fatal blow by striking one of the shards of shattered rib bone, the other two crocs shoved the injured croc out of the way and dragged him into a side corridor and out of sight.

      I couldn’t believe it. Two crocs had rescued an injured croc. Usually when a croc or crocs attack you they continue to attack you until you kill them or you are dead and they are eating you. To have two crocs realize an attack has gone wrong and to retreat taking an injured croc with them just didn’t happen.

      The next day when my hangover and I staggered back

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