Caitlin Murphy | Transformation

“Please try to persuade him to come, for my sake…” the words tumbling from her mouth in an almost foreign manner that was both curious and uncharacteristic for her. Watching the bartender walk off towards the young man that’d bought her this drink, swirling the small glass of colored liquid, musing at the wonderful buzz from just a few sips. Caitlin wasn’t used to pleading, she’d never felt the need for connection like she did that night-- to be honest, it’d been a nagging feeling for a time now. Ever since the night she’d found her old childhood friend, Rhea...things had changed. Caitlin wasn’t entirely part of her world anymore, not like when they were kids. Or even in school...it was all different. The longer she’d stayed around Rhea, the more she found herself to be a third wheel and liability. That became more evident the night she’d been swept away from the hotel her friend had put her in to keep her at a distance. When had their friendship gotten to the point that she no longer a ‘welcome’ sight?

She had made a poor job of hiding the damage the constant avoidance from Rhea was causing this night, and a change of scenery to a Fado’s sounded like a good idea. Something with a touch of familiarity and people, other people. She’d never told her friend this-- never got the chance with all the chaos that unfolded after the death of Rhea’s parents and the fire at the Walsh family house. Caitlin was a close friend, perhaps the only friend to Rhea during that time, and that had come with the price of ‘guilt by association’ stigmata as the media started spinning even more stories about Caitlin’s relation and possible involvement. It started then, the distance between them… They talked less...and when they did talk it was short and brief-- Rhea wanting to protect her from getting swept up in the news until things were cleared up...always trying to protect her. It didn’t help. Caitlin still ended up getting swept up in the aftermath of that night and it left her…alone. People just left her alone after that. A lot of good that ‘protection’ had turned out to be... But...she didn’t want to be protected anymore-- she wanted her friend back. She wanted her life back. Nothing was ever the same since that fire...probably nothing ever will.

“Is this seat taken?” a voice both melodic and rich caressing her ears, startled Caitlin a bit from her thoughts as she turns to face the speaker and twin grey eyes. Eyes...sterling silver...liquid, calm and inviting... “The bartender pointed me over to you.” Stating it simply, but with a hint of teasing amusement in his voice as she remains silent. He seemed patient to just simply wait, standing there in dark jeans and a deep green tee, his intense gaze focused on her own until she responded to his question.

It took Caitlin a moment to come back to herself, just so…lost in those eyes for a brief moment...nodding she gestured towards the open seat available beside her at the bar. “I--I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you at first,” flashing him a shy smile as she pulls a stray lock of hair behind one ear. She didn’t actively try to notice how tight those jeans were against his slim form as the man pulled out the adjacent bar seat beside her and slid gracefully into that seat, but she did. Caitlin licked her lips and turned back towards the wall, taking a sip of her drink and pretending she hadn’t noticed...and hoping he hadn’t noticed.

They’d chatted a bit over their drinks, ordering another round at some point in their conversation-- Caitlin couldn’t place when exactly, but for once in a very long while...she was having fun. The buzz hitting her a bit more almost halfway into their next round of drinks and pushing her towards a warm, drunken calm feeling. Losing all track of time and hazily aware of still sitting inside Fado’s, no longer at the bar but one of the cozy booths in private. At some point they’d...moved? How many drinks did they have anyway...? A confused look touched her features as the questions being to form in Caitlin’s mind, only to evaporate like a thin mist into the air as a warm hand reaches up to touch her cheek and pull in for a kiss.

His lips, softly caress hers, tongue pushing those lips apart to mingle and pull Caitlin into a deeper kiss. The sensation was electric throughout her body. Nothing mattered anymore, just now...and him-- hungering for more. Blissful ecstasy...that delightfully warm and tranquil peace. All the worry...the tension...it all fell away...empty nothingness, filled with only perfect pleasure. Her senses overwhelmed, that raw desire for more-- Caitlin distantly noted they’d paused to stand and were walking...going outside and to a black sedan in a parking garage. She giggled, barely noticing the pressure of her body weight with each tiny step on the sidewalk...it was almost as if she were floating on air, Caitlin at one point thought she just might drift away if not for the strong arm around her waist.

Drifting. Pleasantly drifting. The closing of car doors and an engine rumbling to life were a distant sound as if far away in a tunnel to her ears. One warm hand pressed into the small of her back, slipping up under her shirt as another hand rests behind her neck to pull her close-- he presses his lips against hers once more as that need and desire returns to Caitlin full force as she hungrily falls into that kiss. Only a brief pause to catch her shaky breath and distant amusement as the car starts to move, realizing that someone else must be driving and not having a care in the world if anyone else was present. All that matters right now is this moment.

The tingling sensation as his hand behind her neck trace her neckline delicately and run up to her hair, feeling like silken desire in the simple act of pulling her hair aside to expose her tender skin. Her body feeling so numb and light all over as his tongue runs along that exposed flesh, followed by slow kisses that made her tremble as that glorious sensation fills every part of her being, finding her body no longer responding to her thoughts, but to his as he guides her in closer. His voice like warm and silken honey as words she can’t make out in the haze only send shivers of pleasure down her spine, each breath tickling her skin with hot desire. Her world a blur of giddy delight with each lingering moment. Caitlin wanted nothing more than for him to take her and enfold her in endless bliss-- she must have said something...if felt like words left her in shuddering breaths before--

Twin sharp needles pierce the flesh of her neck as her body is suddenly shifted in closer to him. Warmth fills her, blissful warmth that overflows down her neck where his lips remain tightly pressed against her skin. Discomfort...and a touch of fear welled up in her chest, her heartbeat starting to race more, quickening the flow of her blood. A part of her tries to pull away...struggling...and finding herself unable to fight it, vulnerable and weak...so very tired. Shivering in anticipation, a mix of pleasurable pain as his fangs sink deeper into her flesh forcing a strangled sound to escape her as a flood of numbing warmth settles over her body. The beat of her heart slowing, each pulse a gentle pang of that same blissful sensation.

Caitlin couldn’t help but love every moment of it, susceptible to his touch and just wanting more. She felt her body shift again, limp and too heavy to move or consider moving-- not that she’d want to...it might disrupt that wonderful feeling seeping into every essence of her body and mind. She lay there, languid and staring up into his gaze. Those liquid grey eyes like silver coins, flickering perfectly with lightless depths that go on forever. Her breath coming out in short pants as the heaviness creeps through to touch her eyelids despite her attempts to keep her glassy gaze focused back on his. Her pupils dilated to appear as twin dark saucers just barely revealing the bluish hazel tone of her eyes. She'd only given in because she was lonely...that brief moment when their lips touched...a connection she’d thought she’d never feel again in her life…

Her limbs lay slack against his body as he spoke to her gently. The words no longer making sense to her ears, but the words in her mind coming through with crystal clarity. Wrapping themselves around each thought so delicately. It didn’t matter anymore if she could make out what was said...the sound more a calming melody, speaking to her on a deeper level. Easing her down into the warm darkness as if sinking into sand at the beach. There was nothing to worry about now...no cares...just drifting and floating down into sleep. Gentle sleep...oblivion…

She wasn’t happy about it, but she’d been recalled to life for a reason. It should have been the end-- she’d wanted it to be the end… Ending in that blissful oblivion. There was nothing left for her now, not anymore. Especially not now. Waking some time later, but...it didn’t seem to matter anymore-- the concept held no meaning for Caitlin. The things of the past were now replaced with that crimson desire. What once was a part of her life...was no longer important to her. The night that her former friend came into the tunnels for her only reminded her of the bitter emptiness of a prior life. The flickering memory of what felt like ages since she’d seen Rhea walled up behind thick panes of glass...the old Bonaventure Cemetery...the family home in Savannah...and the fire that tore it apart… Perhaps she should have cared more than she felt at that moment, but there was nothing. Just the emptiness and anger towards this other creature. Rhea’s words to argue that ‘this’ wasn’t her...that she could help somehow...all fell on deaf ears. There was nothing she could offer Caitlin to be of equal value to the crimson desire she claims now. Perhaps it might be argued that her thoughts were no longer her own, she couldn’t say at this point that she didn’t hate her friend...that this wasn’t her true feelings anymore...

Caitlin Murphy. Red Court Vampire. Former friend of Rhea Walsh taken by a Red Court Vampire and turned. Only briefly reunited in a series of underground tunnels which ultimately lead to her death as the bomb exploded caving in the structure and killing many that night. [Deceased 2015]

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