sepheragiron

BORROWED FLESH
by Sephera Giron

PROLOGUE

In the dark of the night, shadows reach with long elegant fingers towards that which humans hold dearest. What seems real and true in daylight becomes a misty shroud of uncertainty once the sun sinks below the horizon. Hesitation replaces confidence. Vows of truth become a crumbling facade of lies.

Dancing on weakness.

Poking holes in resiliency.

Even the strongest can only withstand so much grief.

Every day that dawns is a new creation. A new journey of discovery. A new villain to conquer. A new war to win.

In the end, it always comes down to the same common denominator.

Matters of the heart.

With love, we can draw strength and power to face all that is placed in our way.

With love, we can walk on glass, shiver in the cold, follow blindly into pits of pain. Love can surround us and nurture us. Make us believe in the child within us once more. Love can raise kingdoms and fell them simultaneously. We can love ourselves and all that we touch. We can draw upon the love of the spirit and angels that protect us. With love, we can feel whole. We can raise children and survive times of strife. We can accept things in our life that disappoint and dismay us.

Those without love wander along the earthly coil without focus or meaning. Their lives are dry without existence. They grow bitter and cold, seeing only darkness and sorrow. They elude happiness, finding resolution in the pain of others. For those with stones for hearts, life is not a blessing but a curse. They covet all that they cannot have or understand.

Where humans can spend a lifetime trying to justify their spot in the universal scheme, matters of the heart can help focus and bend their understanding. Those that crave power, that desire to master others can manipulate will, but can’t manipulate love.

Shadows dance in the dusk, in the dawn, on a clear summer afternoon. Where there is light, there is darkness. Where there is hope, lies despair. Each day dawns full of promise. Each night drains away the fever of the day. What looms in the darkness with snatching claws, ready to drive away the most cherished aspect of life?

Each step taken is one step closer.

Desire. Lust. Power.

Love is fragile against the beating wings of omnipotence.

Even trees would wither up and die if they tasted the venomous visions of those seeking to conquer.

In the end, it is about power.

The power to love. The power to control. The power to forget.

The strongest use the power wisely.

The frivolous waste their knowledge, sending ripples through the universe that can turn a mud puddle into a tidal wave.

The power is dangerous. A curious balance of harmonic and melodic. A teeter totter of light and dark.

The next chapter of the journey is unfolding. Where there is grief and despair could be the doorway to a new path.

A new weaving road through a wonderland of all that has been and all that will become once more.

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE

“You are very pretty, Alex.” Vanessa said, sliding a chair next to Alex. The girl giggled and played with the button on her blouse.

“Thank you.” Alex blushed.

Vanessa ran her fingers along the girl’s arm. Alex stared at her cooler bottle. Vanessa leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Alex turned her face towards Vanessa.

“Why do you like me?” Alex asked. Vanessa stroked Alex’s face, tracing her cheek, down to her firm strong chin. A beautiful face. The face of an angel. An innocent.

For a moment she thought of an Our Lady Peace song.

We are all innocent.

“I see something in you. It reminds me of me.” Vanessa said. She ran her fingers through Alex’s hair, gently tugging it. A gentle buzzing resonated through Vanessa’s hands. Surging through her blood. Pumping through the beating of her heart. Alex rested her head on Vanessa’s shoulder.

“I wish I could stay with you forever,” Alex sighed.

“Maybe you could,” Vanessa said, pressing her lips against Alex’s again. She kissed the girl hungrily, running her lips along her neck, her shoulders, down to her breasts. Alex sighed and threw her head back.

Vanessa’s body burned. The scars rubbing against her clothes set off an electric heat. Her wounds would soon split open and the barrage of blood and infection would be unstoppable.

Vanessa led Alex into the bedroom. It was large, with a queen size bed, ancient wooden dresser and end tables. Off to the side, was an oval tub with three brick steps up. Beyond the tub was a small bathroom, with a shower stall, toilet and sink. There were shelves set in the wall, with many odd shaped jars on it.

“Oh, my!” Alex said. “I love that tub! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s a Jacuzzi, actually.” Vanessa walked over to the tub and pointed to the jets set in the sides.

“I’ve never been in a Jacuzzi.” Alex said. “What’s it like?”

“Would you like to try it?” Vanessa asked.

“Please!”

The itching was growing unbearable. It wouldn’t be long before Vanessa would have to rip her clothes off to keep from screaming.

Vanessa turned the large brass handles of the tub and pressed the stopper. Water rushed into the tub. Vanessa took a canister of purple oil from a shelf lined with various bottles of assorted shapes and sizes. As she unscrewed the top, lavender and other herbs permeated the air. She poured some into the water. She took a couple of toy bath animals from the shelf and placed them on the side of the tub. One was a black cat, the other a pink pig.

“Would you like another drink?” Vanessa asked, noting that Alex’s bottle was empty.

Alex nodded.

Vanessa went into the kitchen and obtained another drink.

When she returned to the bedroom, Alex was in her bra and panties. Vanessa looked at the girl’s large breasts, hugged snugly in a white lace bra.

“Here.” She handed Alex the bottle, staring sharply at the girl’s swollen cleavage.

“My...” Vanessa said, turning away. She set to work lighting candles all around the room. Once they were lit, she dipped her hand into the water. It was deliciously warm. Not hot. Just warm. How she yearned to rip off her clothes and dive into the water. But she had to be patient.

“It won’t be long before it’s ready,” Vanessa said. Alex stood before her, preening in the mirror. Such soft young flesh. So supple. So firm. So unblemished.

As if following a siren song, Vanessa walked over to Alex and stood behind her, watching them both in the mirror. Vanessa’s violet eyes gleamed vibrantly, meeting Alex’s in the mirror. Alex smiled. Vanessa pressed herself against the girl’s nearly naked back, slipping her hands around Alex’s front and running them along her breasts. Such full breasts. Heavy in her hands. She could imagine them swelling with milk. A baby suckling on them. Men dying to suckle them.

Vanessa kissed Alex’s neck. Her shoulders. Her back. Alex alternated between giggling self consciously and letting passion sweep across her.

Vanessa’s fingers unhooked Alex’s bra. She slipped the straps carefully from the girl’s shoulders and watched in the mirror as large breasts slid from the bra cups. Her nipples were hard little cherries and Vanessa’s rolled them in her fingers. She nuzzled Alex’s neck as her burning fingers toyed with her breast.

Vanessa kissed Alex one last time and looked over to the Jacuzzi.

“It is ready.” Vanessa said.

“Are you going to come in with me?” Alex asked as she slipped off her panties.

“Not just yet. I want to enjoy watching you first.”

Alex stepped into the tub and sat down. She smiled and shut her eyes as she leaned back.

“This is amazing.” she sighed.

The candles flickered as Vanessa sat on the bed. The itching was beyond annoying. Now it ventured towards pain. Liquid drops ran down her back, trickling like sweat, but she knew, she knew it wasn’t sweat. It burned. Her wounds ached and burned, splitting open. In the dim light, she looked at her own chest and saw the wounds seeping through the jersey. Her legs ached, and splotches of pus were seeping through there as well. The girl in the bathtub was now washing herself with a scrubby, flirtatiously batting her eyes at Vanessa. Vanessa forced a grin, hoping it didn’t look like a lecherous leer. She stifled a gasp as her wounds throbbed and burned.

Wishing for men and their strength was going to do her no good right now. Alex sat in her bathtub, playfully fiddling with her own nipples, shyly glancing over at Vanessa.

Vanessa put her hands against her own breasts. God but they ached where the flesh had been patched together. She didn’t dare touch them too hard in case they slid right off into her hands.

“Why don’t you play with the toys I put out for you?” Vanessa asked. Alex giggled as she grabbed the cat and pig.

“They are so cute! Look at them!” she cried, rubbing the soft terry cloth against her face.

Vanessa’s breath hitched as she watched the girl, almost in slow motion, rub the animals along her breasts, her body, until they touched the water.

There was a buzzing noise and instantly a huge blue spark showered over tub. The water lurched up and bubbled. Alex screamed, as electricity surged through her. She quivered and shook, her hands unable to let go of the toys. Puffs of smoke rose from her hair followed by bursting clumps of sparks. Her eyes rolled back into her head, then melted into a steamy mush. Liquid ran down her cheeks as her mouth was freeze framed into a scream. Her tongue bubbled and a billow of smoke rose from her mouth.

Vanessa stood up and raised her hands into the air, shouting a sequence of rhyming words. The toys flew from Alex’s grasp and landed on the floor. The water stopped boiling. The girl’s lifeless body slid down until her face was nearly submerged.

Vanessa carefully peeled off her sweatshirt and pants. She had been right. Blood and pus was all over everything. Bits of her flesh tore off from being stuck to the clothes. She practically ran to the shelf of bottles against the far wall and grabbed several before climbing into the tub.

She cried out as the boiling stew hit her legs. Ignoring the stench of the bubbling body, she opened the stoppers of the premixed potions and dumped them into the tub. They steamed and boiled, odors ranging from sweet ambrosia to decaying flesh filled her nose. The potions stung as they seeped into her gaping wounds. After a while, the burn of the acidic water soothed her. The heat was beginning to dissipate.

Her anthame was on the floor, by the tub, under a towel and she grabbed it. She swirled around in the tub, grabbing Alex, trying to sit her upright. Alex’s body was slippery, but at last she had her propped up.

“Sorry Alex...” Vanessa said as she slit the girl from her groin to her throat. Blood poured out into the bathtub. Vanessa put her hands inside of the huge wound in the girl. Rubbed her fingers against organs, squeezing as much blood out as she could. She was sitting on Alex in such a way that she wished that the girl were still alive. Maybe she should have raped her first...but then she wouldn’t be a virgin, would she? And it was the virgin blood she needed.

She rinsed off in the shower, watching the blood and bits of debris swirling down the drain. She washed her hair with her favorite herbal shampoo, inhaling the fresh aroma. It was a pleasure after the stench of death.

When she was done, she went over to the mirror.

She laughed long and loud as pleasure surged through her. She flipped her hair back and turned around, examining herself from all angles. The flesh blended with her own so perfectly she couldn’t tell where the patching had even been done. Even the pain was gone. Her breasts were high and large once more. Her stomach flat. Her ass round and firm. Her thighs were as taut as Alex’s had been and there wasn’t one wrinkle on her face. Not one gray hair in her head. Even the scar around her neck was gone.

New, improved Vanessa didn’t look a day over twenty-five.