Flashback: That Fateful Night

Flashback - Valentine’s Day, ten years ago:

Being raised by humans, Beth had always given value to Valentine’s Day. It was part of the romantic in her. To me, it was just another commercialized holiday that the humans came up with to make the rich, richer and the poor, poorer. But, for Beth, I would turn the world upside down and right it again over and over to put just the smallest of smiles on her beautiful face. So, I had created a ritual. Each Valentine’s Day I made it my mission to outdo the one before. This particular night, I had brought Beth into the city. I had Fritz buy us a limo, just for this occasion. I didn’t care if we ever used it again. This night had to be better than last year. V drove and took us to this rotating restaurant at the top of one of the buildings and it overlooked the whole city. The view, from what Beth had told me, was stunning. But, that was what was important, that Beth could see it and enjoy it. The food was incredible. At $125 a plate, it had better have been! I had reserved a whole section to ourselves so we weren’t disturbed. V and the trainee he brought also made sure of that. The King wasn’t allowed out of the house without protection. But, V was good about making himself scarce and he kept the trainees in line.

After dinner, I had planned on bringing her to this bluff, outside the city, where you could look out over the ocean and because there were no lights, you could see all the stars, hear the crash of the waves… I had brought us a bottle of expensive champagne and dessert and we were going to indulge in a night away from a colicky baby.

We never made it.

A semi lost control on the ice and blew through a stop sign.

We had been stupid.

On the drive to the bluff, Beth and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Ten years and I remember it all like it was yesterday. Beth had started it all by unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding one knee across my lap. Instantly, my cock flexed against the strength of my pants and I reached for Beth’s thighs, gripping tight. Her hair draped across my arm as she dragged her elongated fangs and the tip of her tongue up my neck. Tracing my fingers up her thighs, I was quick to discover she had left her panties at home. She was so wet. Hungrily, I raised one hand to the nape of her neck and tangled my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me and finding her mouth with mine own. She worked quickly on my belt and zipper, freeing my shaft from the confines of my pants and before I knew it, she was sliding down on top of me, forcing a low growl from my chest. We moved together in sync for only a few moments before I heard the screech of the air brakes on the semi. Then came the horrific sound of the crunching of metal. Beth didn’t even scream. She didn’t have time. She was ejected from the car, out the side window, the second the semi collided with us. I had never unbuckled my seat belt, and I was on the opposite side of the car, so I lived. I was critically injured and for almost a week, it was touch and go. But, I did live. So did V, who was driving the car. The trainee, also died at the scene.

When I finally came to, after the accident, I had no desire to live. I wanted to be with Beth, no matter where she had gone. The fact that it was The Fade, mattered not. The fact that I had a colicky baby waiting for me to get better, mattered not. In those first few days after I awoke, nothing mattered but the fact that I would never hear the beautiful tone of my Queen’s sweet voice. In the end, it was LW that kept me going… at least for a little while. But depression is a stubborn beast.