Lizzy Chapter 3

Lizzy Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jeffrey scrambled off the bed. “You stupid girl,” he accused as he pulled on his jeans. “We never thought you’d …”

Lizzy grabbed a pillow to cover her nakedness. A stream of muffled expletives came from under his tee-shirt as he pulled it over his head. Jeffrey opened the door and bellowed, “Marcel!” She sat in stunned silence as he went into the closet and pulled out two large suitcases. He filled them in a frenzy. The first one he filled with his belongings, mainly clothes. The second one he filled with Julia’s things, a small jewelry box, what looked like an ancient book and an assortment of personal mementos.

Marcel, who Lizzy recognized as the limo driver, appeared at the door. “Take these to the car,” Jeffrey handed him the suitcases.

“Yes Mr. Jeffrey,” Marcel said in his thick accent, picking up the bags and leaving without glancing in Lizzy’s direction.

Jeffrey stopped at the doorway and turned. His face softened. “I only wish you had given us some warning,” he offered as an apology and then added, “but thank you.” He left, closing the door behind him.

Lizzy sat alone in the room, naked in the huge bed with nothing but a pillow covering her. Had this really happened? She climbed off the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror, Julia’s reflection stared back at her. Lizzy touched her face and the woman in the mirror did likewise. Running her hands over her new body, it felt strange. Her skin was almost translucent. Why hadn’t she noticed that when she looked at Julia? She was now almost three inches taller and her perspective on everything changed. Her long red curls were in disarray. Lizzy tried to smooth them out, to no avail. She ran her hands over her full breasts. That was another thing she was going to have to get used to.

There was a knock at the door. “Mistress?” Louis’ voice floated through the wood.

What have I done? Desperation came over her. She hadn’t thought it through and wanted to take it all back. Frantic, Lizzy searched the room. She grabbed the robe from the chair and pulled it around her before opening the door. “We have to follow them,” she cried.

Louis went into her closet and reappeared holding a pair of jeans and a white shirt. “You can’t go anywhere dressed like that … or undressed like that. I’ll bring the car around.”

When she got to the front door the car was there as promised. Louis was holding the door to the small Mercedes two-seater open for her. “The have to be at the trailer,” she said as she slid into the passenger seat.

To her dismay the trailer was empty when they arrived. She searched the small space. A substantial portion of her clothes were missing, but nothing else. There was a note propped up on the kitchen table with her name, in cursive written across the front. Under the note, the necklace lay in pieces. She opened the note and read it.

Lizzy,

Thank you. It is my most sincere hope you enjoy your new life. Please do not come looking for us. What is done can not be undone.

I have destroyed the necklace. Please take care of Louis and

Marcel.

Yours,

Julia

Lizzy slumped back in the chair and sobbed. Pink tears stained the note in her hand, the site of which only made her weep harder.

“We should go now,” Louis put a hand on her shoulder.

“No,” she said through her tears pulling away from his touch. “I want to stay here, in my own bed.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea Mistress. You are not Lizzy Burke anymore and it would be difficult to explain your presence here.”

“Yes I am. I am still Lizzy Burke.”

“Of course you are, inside. But to the rest of the world you are Julia Von Demark.” He put a sympathetic hand on her arm. “And it is my job to protect you. Please let me take you home.”

She nodded her compliance, scooped up the pieces of the shattered necklace and put them in her pocket. Louis took her hand and led her to the car. She turned and took one more wistful look at the place she had called home for the last four years.

Lizzy woke and looked over at the clock. It was four-thirty in the afternoon. Somewhere in the midst of her tossing and turning the night before, she had accepted her fate. Running a hand across the thousand thread count sheets she was determined to take a glass half full approach to her situation. Nuzzling the sheets she noticed they and herself both still smelled of the sex Jeffrey and Julia had been having when she so rudely interrupted.

Everything was prepared for her in the bathroom. It was filled with fresh towels and a myriad of wonderful smelling products, from shampoo to moisturizer. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and Julia stared back at her. Guess the no reflection thing was a myth also, she mused, though it was still disconcerting to see someone else’s face in the mirror. There was an unopened toothbrush next to the sink, which she used. When she was finished brushing her teeth she made a close examination. No fangs thank goodness.

The shower was the size of half her old trailer and it had seven shower heads, three on each side and one on top. She let the jets inundate her with the warm water. The smell of lavender filled the shower from the bar of purple soap. The feeling of Julia’s body under her hands was odd as she covered herself with the lather. When she finished, Lizzy wrapped herself in the fluffy white towel. Hunger hit her, unlike anything she had experienced before.

The bedroom, like the bathroom was prepared for her. Every need anticipated. There was a blue Dolche and Gabana dress with matching lingerie and shoes laid out at the foot of the bed. She slipped into the dress, its blue the exact shade of her eyes. The dress itself fit her like a second skin. It showed off every curve, and she had considerable curves. It also accentuated her new ample cleavage.

She descended the stairs, so graceful it gave the illusion of floating. Louis and Marcel stood at the bottom of the winding staircase. When she reached the bottom of they both gave her a small bow. “Are you feeling better now mistress?” Louis inquired.

“Much, thank you,” Lizzy answered. “But I am starving.”

“We can’t have that mistress.” Louis fawned. “Why don’t you come into dinner? That should make you feel better.”

Lizzy followed Louis into a large dining room. There was an enormous empty dark wood table in the middle of the room. Standing in the back of the room were four men next to a large roaring fire. They’re heads were bowed and they made no effort to look at her as she entered the room.

“So many?” Lizzy whispered to Louis. “Do I always eat this much?”

Louis leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Sometimes you like to play with your food.” Then he backed off giving her a knowing wink.

Lizzy went over to the men, walking past them like a general inspecting her troupes. On her second pass she let her finger run across the cheek of the first man. He was a pretty blonde boy, couldn’t be more than 21. The boy moved his head to meet her hand. His skin was so soft. Lizzy could feel his blood pulsing just below its surface. The heat overtook her and she felt her fangs come out. She had made her choice for dinner.

Since this was the first time she had done this, Lizzy wasn’t quite sure she knew what she was supposed to do. The boy was a great deal taller than her so biting his neck was out of the question, unless she got him into a reclined position. She looked over in Louis’ direction. He walked over and pulled the young man’s shirt off. He took the boy’s arm and offered it to Lizzy. “We mustn’t get blood on the clothes; they have to be as we found them as to not arouse suspicion.”

Lizzy took the boy’s arm. A hunger rose within her, so strong it was a bit disconcerting. She felt his pulse with her lips. When she sunk her fangs into his wrist he made a groan, not a painful groan, more like a sexual one. Like it had been when she watched Julia feed on Jeffrey, it was an erotic experience. As the rhythmic flow of the blood filled her mouth, her entire body warmed, the heat seeming to pool in her most intimate places. The boy reacted in kind. His large erection brushed up against her leg as she fed. She was enraptured with the process.

Louis’s placed a gentle hand on her shoulder bringing her back to the here and now. “You must stop now mistress, he can’t afford to lose anymore blood.”

Lizzy pulled her fangs from the boy’s wrist and looked up into his face. He seemed intoxicated. “What’s wrong with him,” she asked Louis.

“You release a drug into their systems when you feed. He will be fine.”

“And the bite marks?”

Louis took the boy’s arm and ran his tongue over the bite marks, they faded and then disappeared. She had forgotten that part of Julia’s demonstration. ` “Your saliva has healing properties, that’s how we keep ourselves from being found out.”

Lizzy locked that piece of information away for future use along with the question of why Louis was taking orders from her. Her mind emptied as she directed her attention back on the remaining three men. She was feeling too good, and frankly too aroused to think of anything else. She loved this feeling and wanted it to last forever.

As with the first boy, Lizzy ran her finger down the man’s cheek. He was much older, in his mid-thirties, like her. Clean shaven, dressed in a suit. He was definite eye candy. His features were well defined and he had a mop of curly chestnut brown hair that fell over his face, which was still turned down towards the floor. She reached through the curls and lifted his chin so that she could look into his dark eyes. Unlike the boy, he didn’t look intoxicated, his eyes showed desire. With a gentle hand, Lizzy took his arm and stroked his wrist. This time there was no hunger, no call of his pulse. What she felt this time was a different primal urge. This one was not to feed on, this one was to play with.

Both Louis and Marcel gave her a regal bow as she passed them, guiding the man out of the room and up the stairs. She didn’t know what would happen to the other men that had been brought for her enjoyment, and at that moment she didn’t care. For some unknown reason she knew everything would be taken care of.

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