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and
began to breathe, deep flat inhales through her nose and soft, long exhales
through her mouth.
    Her entire body was throbbing and pulsing
with the need to go to Val.  She continued to hold the table, knowing it was
the only thing that was stopping her from going to the arrogant vampire and
asking him to fuck her.  Asking him – hell, pleading with him - to bite her
again. 
    Her pussy throbbed as she imagined lying on
her back and parting her thighs so Val could kneel between them.  His cock
would be big and thick and fill her completely.  She knew that as well as she
knew her own name.  He would fuck her until she was begging to come and when he
finally allowed her to, he would sink his fangs deep into her throat and the
pleasure would intensify until she -
    She was actually starting to stand when she
got control of herself.  She moaned low in her throat, resisting the urge to
shove her hand down her pants and rub her clit.  She bit the inside of her
cheek until she could taste blood and forced herself to concentrate on her
breathing. 
    She was looking for her place, the place
that she had gone to most of her childhood and teenage years.  It was safe and
warm and after a few moments she slipped into it.  The outside world faded away
and she sat down in the warm grass and stared at the field of white daisies. 
The breeze blew gently and the petals rubbing together made a sound like soft
whispering.
    She had grown up in the foster system and
spent most of her first few years being shuffled from home to home.  When she
was seven, she had been assigned to a foster home of an older couple.  At first
it had seemed wonderful but it had quickly turned into a horror show.  The
woman had been a religious nut job and she had beaten and abused Abigail on a
daily basis.  She had threatened to kill Abby if she told her social worker and
to avoid going insane, Abigail had created her safe place.
    She supposed it was actually a sign of her
own insanity that she could create a world so vivid and realistic but her safe
place had saved her time and time again.  The beatings, the hours of being
forced on her knees in front of a large crucifix, all faded away when she was
in her safe place.  Even better, she would be calm and in control when she
allowed herself to return to the real world. 
    There had been no need to go to her
internal world in years but now, as she sought it out with a desperation born
of panic, she found it incredibly easy to return.  Thoughts of Val faded away
and her grip on the table loosened.  She stared blankly across the room.  A tiny
part of her mind was aware of the soft murmuring of the others in the living
room, of the fly that was buzzing at the window, but most of her consciousness
was fully involved in her fantasy world.
    When David returned nearly fifteen minutes
later carrying a cup of steaming tea, she was sitting calm and relaxed in her
chair.  He crouched beside her and set the cup in front of her before gently
touching her knee.
    “Abby?”
    She smiled down at him, her dark eyes hazy
and far away.  “Yes, David?”
    “I brought you tea.” 
    “Thank you.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “Just fine, thank you.”
    He rubbed her large thigh, his hand tracing
tiny circles on the top of it.  She didn’t seem to notice.
    Val stood in the doorway of the kitchen and
frowned as David rubbed and circled Abigail’s thigh.  He had to control the
urge to tear the man away from her and he scowled.  What was happening to him? 
    “Abby, why don’t you join us in the living
room?  We’re going to be eating soon and – “
    Abigail abruptly shuddered all over and in
a low sing-song voice said, “He’s here.”
    “Hello Abigail.”  Val was suddenly standing
next to them and David stood and moved protectively in front of Abby.
    “Get out of here, Val.”
    “No.”
    David’s hands clenched into fists and he
glared at the larger man.  “Get out now or I’ll