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THE BLOOD SOLDIERS
by Spirit Whispers

The night wind was cold as it streaked across her face. Her fingers were numb and she was shivering. Max had not shown up on time. He had told her that he would be there at one o'clock sharp to pick her up from work. She shook her hands vigorously to try to regain some feeling in them again. Her pace was steady and even, as she strolled back and forth along the curve.

"Tionna, I am in a little bit of trouble right now, but I will be there no matter what, so wait for me," he had said when she called him on the phone after he had not shown up for her performance that evening.

And she knew that he would be there, if there was any way that he could. She put all of her love and trust in him, even though she had only known him for a short period of time. Something is wrong, she thought. It was almost two o'clock already and he still had not shown. Where could he be? What kind of trouble was he in? She hugged herself tight to protect herself from the chill. Her coat was thin, but it was all that she had.

A truck came racing to the curb beside her. It was Max. "Get in, hurry!" he shouted to her. "That crazy son-of -a-bitch is behind me!" Tionna jumped in and slammed the door as the truck screamed away.

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In an old way-side motel room, Tionna watched Max closely as he rummaged in his coat pocket to remove a large bottle of vodka. "Max, now will you tell me why you were being chased and who he is?" she asked, as she threw her coat to the bed. He slammed the keys down on the bedside table then took off his coat.

"You mean beside the fact that he's a damn lunatic?" He looked at her as if for an answer, then took a glass from the table and filled it with vodka. "I tried to get him off my back the whole time that you were waiting. There was no way that I was going to put you in any danger."

"So who is he? What does he want?" she asked again, sitting on the bed.

"Like I told you in the truck, it doesn't matter." He drank down the rest of his drink and poured another. Going to the window, he parted the curtain and glanced outside. "We're safe at this lonely, old forgotten place."

She shook her head with dismay. "What are you hiding from me?"

"I'm not hiding anything. It's just that it's not important. I finally get to be with you now and that is all that matters to me." He walked over to her and sat beside her as he rubbed the side of her hair. "Just think, babe, you will never have to work at that place again. I will take good care of you from now on."

"I'm happy to be away from there. I thank God every day that He brought you there to me." She nuzzled her head into his shoulder.

"I'll never forget the first time I saw you up there on stage dancing. I knew I had to have you. But, you played hard-to-get, didn't you my little mischievous one?" He gently tickled her side. "And that made me want you even more."

She giggled and took his hand. "I couldn't just go running off with anyone. I didn't know you at all."

"But, then I returned every night for a couple of weeks and stayed with you until the place closed. And now you are finally with me. It means a lot to me to know that you trust me." He set his glass on the table and put his arms around her.

"You were the nicest guy that I had ever met," she said, looking up into his dark eyes. "When will we be able to go to your house? The way you described it to me before sounds so beautiful and cozy." Her big, blue eyes had a happy, dreamy look in them. He stared into them - saying nothing - his face seeming to become void of any expression.

"Is something wrong, Max?" Tionna questioned, a little concerned. He did not answer. His powerful gaze into her eyes was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. She quickly wrenched her eyes loose from his. It was as if he was trying to get to her soul through her eyes. When he still did not answer, she quickly glanced back to him to find him with the same unblinking, staring expression. But, she noticed that his eyes had taken on a wider, more glassy look.

"Max!" she said firmly. "What is wrong?" She scooted away from him a bit when he did not immediately snap out of it. Finally, he blinked. "What is it, Max?"

He moved closer to her, then slowly and gently, pushed her backwards on the bed, his masculine body crushing hers. As he hovered over her, his unusual staring state returned, more powerful than ever. She seemed as if she was paralyzed by his eyes. It was as if she could not look away no matter how hard she tried. His face came closer until his warm lips were pressing against hers. His breathing became hard and heavy, and his kiss became more demanding and dominating. She was overcome by an unfamiliar flood of passion that seized her entire body. She could feel his rugged hands under her clothing, moving all over her - massaging... rubbing... stroking... with a ravenous appetite for her flesh. She began to squirm with an uncontrollable desire that she had never known herself capable of. His hands suddenly became rough, as he straddled her and began savagely tearing away at her tight-fitting dress. To her totally-unexpected surprise, this only heightened her blazing arousal. She stared into his firey-hot eyes, that were beginning to take on the crude, chilling color of blood. Knowing that she was still unable to pull away from them if she wanted to, did not bother her - because she didn't. The sound of her delirious, heated groans and the harsh sound of ripping cloth, filled the turbulent air. Her body was jerked and tugged on forcefully as his urgent, ruthless hands brutally tore off every article of her clothing - revealing her soft, naked, creamy flesh. He then, began tearing away at his own clothing with a ferocious, beast-like strength while still above her. Her eyes remained glued to his as he made loud, animal-like grunts with each powerful tug.

Then, he was upon her, with a wild brutish force that wracked her whole body with sharp, electric-charged flames. His unusually, monstrous-sized manhood plunged into her hard and without restraint, as if he was determined to rip her delicate tightness into a more adequate size. She clutched at his shoulders, and squealed and winced from the searing pain, as he rammed roughly and deeply in and out of her. His blood-soaked eyes continued to glare into hers. His face was wildly distorted into a murderous-type rage. He only removed his eyes from hers, to repeatedly reach down and bite and suck on every part of her upper torso.

Strangely enough, his fierce, bloodthirsty attack was highly ecstatic to her, as she writhed and screamed out at the top of her lungs in sizzling, intoxicated rapture. He continued to ravage her upper body with his mouth and teeth and to pound into her mercilessly, non-stop, and with an unrivaled, robust velocity. Raising her legs venomously, and pushing them down hard against her chest, he battered into her deeper with his huge, manly weapon. He viciously bit at her feet, ankles and calves, leaving engraved, red marks with every nip. Her hot feminine cavern was flooded again and again with his thick manly semen, causing her to moan and thrash wildly about in an uncontrollable, crazed pleasure as she hungrily absorbed it deep inside her depths. His sweat was hot and moist against her skin. The exotic scent of it invaded her nostrils as it mingled with the strong, unfamiliar odor of the hot juice that he continually pumped into her. She soon started to become weak from the scorching-sharp pains that he continued to entrance and seduce her with. He continued with his brutality, as he groaned and grunted out with each deep, powerful thrust that shook her entire body. She could feel herself depleting, but yet she remained in a spell-binding state of heated, lustful bliss.

A loud bang suddenly came at the door, followed by a crash. Max leaped up in surprise. The door smashed to pieces and a man dressed in military-style, boots and clothing burst into the room pointing a rifle at Max. "Get on the floor you filthy son-of -a-bitch, before I shoot you right now!" he snarled, between his teeth. Max immediately fell to the floor on his abdomen, spreading his arms and legs wide, in submission. Rushing over to him, the armed man quickly and roughly secured his wrists and ankles together tightly with handcuffs.

"You sick piece of trash, move over!" the man shouted as he stood up and kicked Max hard in the ribs, causing him to scoot farther away from the bed. The fearless man then went over to the bed where Tionna lay curled up in terror and pain on her side.

"You all right? I'll get you some help soon," the rugged stranger told her gently as he compassionately pulled some cover over her nude body. Tionna looked at him with half-closed eyes, still partially in a trance. She felt as if she had been drugged. Her body was shaking and she felt frail and sick. The man unfastened a radio that was attached to his belt and spoke into it. "The place is secure. Where are you guys, anyway?"

A loud static sound came through the speaker and then, "Pulling in now, Mike. Which room?"

"The next to the last one. The one with no door, might be a better way of describing it. Are the medics with you?"

"Not too far behind us, Mike."

"Got it."

Mike put the radio back to his belt and sat down on the bed next to Tionna. "Everything's going to be all right. You're starting to get some color to your face now. You feel OK?"

Three armed men dressed in military garments bolted into the room. "Everyone all right?" asked one of them as he motioned for the others to follow him to where Max lay.

"Yeah, she's a little banged up, but I think she'll be OK," answered Mike, not turning away from Tionna.

Tionna slowly raised herself to a sitting position. "Yes, I'll be all right. I am a little weak still, but I'm OK, thanks." She brushed her tangled, sweat-drenched hair away from her face in an exhausted, but relieved fashion. "Who is he? Or should I say, what is he?"

"A long story, but to make it short... he is a military experiment gone bad. The so-called geniuses who conduct these experiments was trying to create the ultimate fighter. They took prisoners who were to be executed and gave them a chemical that transformed them into murdering, bloodthirsty soldiers. They called them the Blood Soldiers. Some probably didn't need the chemical, needless to say. But anyway, it also caused them to have an inhuman-like strength. And the scientists' plan for controlling them failed as did other aspects of the project." He pointed to Max as he was being forcefully dragged out the door. "Now, Max here, was an unusual one. He actually had some brains. He was able to control his thirst for blood and killing until he was ready to strike, while the others only knew and displayed at all times, their unmerciful, unquenchable need for blood."

"That is scary!" Tionna wrapped her arms around her knees in an attempt to hush her frightfulness at the thought of what almost happened to her. "He had me hypnotized or something. I know it!" She put her hand to her forehead in bewilderment.

"Yeah, that was another of the tactics that the chemical caused - the ability to captivate and entrance the victim so it could more swiftly and easily be killed. The exact name for the chemical they used is top-secret. No one talks about it other than it being highly potent and has to be kept under lock and key because even the aroma alone can cause a reaction. It seems to be some kind of bizarre mystery." Mike shook his head, then continued. "Max was different though. He still had strong sexual desires, unlike the others who' s strongest need was to kill in a cold-blooded, rushed fashion. He escaped and we've been after him for almost six months. He's left a long trail of killings through his newfound, sexual practices. You are the first to survive one of his attacks."

"Thanks to you." Her eyes widened. "It makes me shiver to ask this, but how did he kill his victims?" She stared at him, with all expression leaving her face.

Mike clasped his hands together and looked down at them. "Well, he uh... Well you know, he did them to death." He looked over to her and then quickly back to his hands. "Ah, the medics are here. You'll be better in no time," he said as he looked up to see the Medics entering the room. He stood up and moved aside to let the two medics through. "I must be going now. I didn't catch your name."

Tionna's bold gaze into his eyes became stronger. As the Medics began their examination, her unblinking light, blue eyes eerily started turning dark, blood-red with a shining, glossy look engulfing them. Mike was in a trance and was unable to tear his eyes away from hers. He could hear the crisp cracking sounds of the two necks on each side of her that she easily snapped at the same time using only her hands. Out of the corner of his eyes, he seen the two bodies simultaneously drop lifelessly to the floor. She slowly moved toward him and reached out to him, still glaring into the depths of his soul. "Tionna," she said in a low, passionate voice. "My name is Tionna."

THE END