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The New Neighbors

She’s a bit socially awkward; the sexy new neighbors are a bit more than human.

There’s always been something strange about me. It seems I’ve constantly drawn weirdness to my life, odd happenings that happen somewhere in the liminal spaces of normal living. I’ve had to move a lot because of it.

This neighborhood’s been nice to me, though, enough that I’ve been here for six months. Not long until I hit a new record for staying in one place.

It was quiet, a typical American suburban subdivision in the southwest, only a quarter full, due to high prices and interest rates keeping new buyers off the market.

Houses and lots were larger than you’d expect, and the lack of HOA meant we could do plenty of additions, so everyone that actually lived here had a pretty nice place.

Also, it was quiet and safe for a single woman, mostly because no one lived within a few houses of me.

Until the new neighbors starting moving in last week.

I had just finished my Sunday evening jog when I finally met one of them. Her hair was a deep red, her skin pale and flawless. She stood a few inches taller than my nearly six feet.

“I thought I just saw you leave,” she said in the fading light.

I’d have to be more careful about that. “I had to cut through some yards. Forgot my key,” I said with less difficulty than I expected.

“I’m Jennifer,” she said, reaching out a perfectly manicured hand, long nails and fingers accompanying her perfectly white smile.

Something about her just set me at ease. That almost never happened for me when it came to people.

“Kallie. Everyone calls me K.”

“Nice to meet you, K.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“We’ll have a housewarming-slash-Halloween party soon, my husband and I. Perhaps you could drop by sometime?”

“We’ll see.”

“Or you could invite us over?”

“We’ll see.”

I really didn’t know how to people and didn’t want another tantrum, so I tried to end the conversation quickly.

Although I can say I’d never felt so comfortable in someone else’s presence. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful.

But escape still felt right.

“Okay then…bye!”

I scurried away as quickly as I could get away with. It was a bit sad, though, when I wasn’t near her anymore, like some wonderful warmth had been pulled away from me.

Still, it was nice to know that my instincts were right — the ones that told me I’d eventually end up with the right kind of neighbors.

Meeting new people like that always gave me a strange energy. Energy that I used to rearrange all of the furniture inside my house along with several of the lawn features outside of it. It helped me feel a little normal.

I like feeling normal sometimes.

The day was slow, uneventful, my neighbors not really getting out in it. Not that anyone should want to be out in this heat. Everyone in this town worked at night anyway.

The next evening, Monday, I finally got to meet Jennifer’s husband, the proverbial man of the house.

He was even taller than her, with impossibly angled and chiseled features and a body that filled out his t-shirt and jeans quite well. His Andalusian accent gave away his origin.

I guess that’s one thing I’ve gotten good with over the years from talking to people — figuring out accents. Anyway, he also seemed to need more sun.

I saw him out front, loading up a few tools into the back of his truck. He paused as I ran up, then greeted me with an extended hand.

“Kallie! I’m Michael. Good to meet you. Jennifer said you’d met her yesterday.”

My hand took his proffered one and shook it like I was pretty sure I saw people do. As we did that horrible exchange of touching that was slightly less bad than usual, I saw Jennifer walking out of the house towards us.

“We’re having a housewarming-slash-Halloween party on Saturday evening. We hoped to see you there,” he said, his impressive smile on display. It looked very genuine but it felt like there was an edge to it.

Then again, the world and people always had an edge to them as far as I was concerned.

Still, that comforting calm of being in their presence wrapped itself around me, only further increasing in intensity as Jennifer joined us. It was nice when the world wasn’t making so much noise.

“I’ll…try to make it.”

I saw a quick change in his demeanor when he saw my hesitation. With people, I was used to this, but he didn’t give me the usual response — pity. I fucking hated it when people did that. Made the tantrums feel closer.

No, with him, he actually seemed…concerned? I’m not good with emotions or people — see: my tantrums — but for some reason, I felt like he got it.

“No pressure. We were going to keep it small, but if it’s too much, maybe we could just have you over for dinner.”

“Or you could invite us over,” Jennifer hastily added.

My mouth did something weird, where my lips curled up at the edge, almost involuntarily. It made my face a little sore because I so rarely did it.

“I’ll think about it,” I said as I walked back home.

“I’m impressed with the updates to your lawn,” he said as he looked over my handiwork from the past day.

“Thank you for noticing.” Now I was really uncomfortable, because I think I was starting to like them.

Although I felt less uncomfortable around them compared with most people. It was so weird.

“Is there something you like, food wise? We could make it to entice you,” she called out as I walked away.

“Pumpkin pie,” I answered without thinking, hoping to get behind my doors and shut out the noise.

I watched a few guests and neighbors come and go over the next two evenings. Well, I saw them come over. I didn’t stay up to watch them go.

On Thursday night…well, that’s when things changed.

It started with some strange sobs and moans at the edge of my hearing that had me concerned. I bolted up when it became a blood-curdling scream, heading to my open window.

Across the way, I could see that Jennifer and Michael had their bedroom window open as well.

As I approached, the moans became more rhythmic, steady. I realized after a moment that they were ones of pleasure.

When I finally stood at the window, I had a nearly unobstructed view of Michael plowing into Jennifer on their bed.

It was dark, but I was able to make out his muscular frame moving up and down on top of her while she groaned and bit into his shoulder. She’d apparently drawn blood, some of it leaking from her mouth.

I watched in rapt attention, reminded of how long it had been since I was touched like that. I’d been told that I was attractive, but I wasn’t beautiful like the two of them together.

In that moment, I wanted to be with them both.

My fingers reached down to my own needs, the slickness on them telling me what to do next.

I pinched a nipple as he mauled one of hers, my moans matching her cries.

The rhythm of my fingers matched those of his hips, plunging in and out as his cock did the same with her body.

Her whorish moans drowned out my own impending release. Michael joined us as he groaned and finished inside of her.

Or perhaps I was louder then I thought as I croaked out the last of my finish. I saw Michael disentangle from Jennifer and walk to the window, so I jumped back into the shadows and off to the side, positive he couldn’t see me in the dark.

Nonetheless, I felt him looking directly into the window, directly at me, before smiling. He couldn’t have seen me, in this distance, at this angle. Right?

Then he looked back and shrugged, shaking his head in response to something Jennifer said before closing the blinds.

I heard a knock at the door the next evening, while I was in the middle of my workout. I don’t like being interrupted from my schedule — like, at all — but for some reason it seemed okay this one time.

It was confirmed when I saw Jennifer at the door, that calmness just washing over me. My tantrums felt so far away at the moment.

She was carrying an honest-to-goodness pumpkin pie. It didn’t look store bought, either.

“This is for you, K,” she said, her lyrical voice filled with charm, her eyes more enchanting than usual. “Michael tells me we kept you up last night.”

I felt mortified. And oddly aroused. Especially since she was looking at me like a meal as she said it.

I didn’t say anything, so she held the pie at the threshold of my door.

So I grabbed it in a flash and set it down on the entry shelf next to me. I saw a look on her face…I think it’s what people do when they’re surprised.

“You could invite me in, you know,” she said, seemingly unperturbed with me taking the pie. Not that I could usually tell in these matters.

“Sorry, I…don’t like people touching my stuff.”

Her eyes fluttered a bit and I felt that calm feeling going away for a moment.

I didn’t like it, so I went with my instincts to make it come back.

“But I think I’d like to go to your party tomorrow.”

And then it returned, that calm feeling now stronger than ever. She was smiling, too, and I was pretty sure it was a real one and meant that she was happy.

“Michael and I will look forward to seeing you there.”

Saturday evening was closing in and I was nervous, steeling myself for heading over. There would be people there, lots of them maybe.

I knew all of them well enough — I made an effort to do that here because I wanted to stay as long as I could — but my heart was thumping in my chest.

So I ate the pie in one sitting that day to help me feel better. And some steak along with a few other things.

I eat a lot when I’m nervous.

Still, I told myself I was going to do this. I just had to remember to focus on my breathing, on keeping my thoughts under control.

And running away if I felt a tantrum coming on.

Dressing comfortably made sense so I just went with my yoga pants and a t-shirt over my sports bra. Sometimes my neighbors gave me looks when I wore them, but they were never looking at my eyes and I kinda like how it felt when they did, so maybe it would work when I wasn’t exercising.

The party started at five, but I had to breathe and get ready, get out of my own head.

It didn’t take too long, and I was at the door at seven.

They’d left it wide open and I saw several of my neighbors already there mingling inside. Considering how empty the neighborhood was, this might have been…well, all of them. Everyone was in costume but me, but it seemed like too much work to pull one together.

As I stepped in, I felt all eyes looking in my direction, as if conversation had stopped and all of their heads had snapped towards me in unison.

I often felt it in these settings, but it felt more real than usual this time.

“Ah, K, so good to see you,” Jennifer said. She was dressed as a witch or vampiress or something, a high-flared collar in red, a jeweled choker on her neck.

Her hand rested on my shoulder, and just like that it was calm again. The noise had returned to normal. Everyone was talking normally, no one was looking at me.

I hated that I was like this.

She guided me past a few folks, no one spending more than a split second paying attention to me, their eyes focused on beautiful Jennifer. In a way, it felt like she was deflecting their attention for my benefit.

Their house was slightly nicer and slightly larger than mine. Too many jagged lines though. I didn’t like how things lined up. At least being near her prevented me from focusing on that.

She led me to Michael, dressed in a roguish pirate outfit that looked very authentic. He was chatting with Roger and David in their matching Dracula outfits. They were the gay older couple from a few houses down.

He quickly interrupted whatever they were talking about — probably golf or cars or something — to come over to greet me.

“K, so glad you could make it! Apologies for, uh, any disturbances recently.”

He looked a little embarrassed — that was a look I knew well — and neither of us lingered on the topic.

“We’ll give her the tour in a bit,” he said to Jennifer.

She showed me where the food was, which I began to nibble on while they tended to their other guests.

“Where do you put it all?” asked Roger as he came up next to me, observing my plate.

“In my stomach,” I said without looking at him. I thought he was a doctor or something. Shouldn’t he know this?

“Hey K, Michael and I were talking and he said you had someone come out and rearrange some of those lawn features? And they did it in a day?”

I nodded, nervous about where this was going, because it might involve more talking.

“David and I have a similar rock garden, although we don’t have that stone center piece you do, so it’s probably even easier. Can you get me their info?”

“I’ll look when I get home,” I said, thankful that the calming presence was still there. That could have gotten me close to a tantrum if it weren’t.

I was saved when David called his husband over, leaving me alone with the food.

Now, I don’t know how long they left me there, but quite a few folks had exited the party by the time anyone came back for me.

The hosts weren’t quite near, but I didn’t freak out. I guess just kinda being in their house kept that calm feeling for me.

Also, the food was good, and we’d made quite a dent in the amount remaining. Eating keeps me happy.

“Where do you put it all?” Michael asked as he came up, that smile on his face.

I shrugged, getting a laugh in reply.

“Well, let’s give her the tour, shall we?”

“Come with me, K. I don’t bite,” Jennifer said as she appeared from seemingly nowhere, a different kind of smile on her face. At least, I think that’s what it was.

She and I walked around and everything seemed like it should. It was a house, right? They had an extra bedroom, extra bath, and a much nicer space in the basement which was currently empty of partygoers.

It was nicely finished, with a TV and some furniture, a few bookshelves on the wall but nothing special.

“Ah, but here’s where the real fun happens,” Jennifer said as she pressed a hidden switch in the wall. She pulled on one of the bookshelves to reveal a short hallway with a room further on.

It was here that I finally noticed her outfit, one that adhered to her perfect form in just the right way. Even through the material it was obvious that she had a bit of muscle in her upper back and shoulders, elegant but not excessive, her pale skin tone showing no tan whatsoever.

I followed her as she walked down the little hall because…it felt like I was supposed to. It felt right.

Until I saw what was in the rather large room at the end. Then it felt a little weird.

There was a large king bed to the right and a few pieces of furniture within. The bed had manacles of some sort at each corner along with a series of notches in the headboard, much like you would tie something to.

One of the furniture pieces was a weird ottoman, more straps and manacles about it. The other was wooden and like a cross, but in the shape of an ‘X.’

St. Andrews’ cross, I think?

Not to mention the swing that was suspended from the ceiling.

Her gaze turned to me and something snapped. My fight or flight instincts felt suppressed, instead subsumed by this intense need to be with Jennifer.

Our lips pressed against one another, but these were not timid explorations. We were trying to consume one another.

Her fingers quickly slipped beneath my yoga pants and panties and I groaned as her fingers slid inside of me.

I was wet. So fucking wet.

What was happening to me?

“Did you enjoy watching us last night?” she asked, her gaze locked on mine. I got lost in her eyes and only wanted to please her in that moment, forgetting any objections.

And in that moment, it seemed like the truth was what she wanted.

“Yes…”

“Do you want me, K?”

“I want you.”

“That’s good, because I want you, too.”

Her lips traveled from mine to my chin, then traced down to my neck where I felt her lavish her attention. Eventually, I felt a small pinch, painful, and yet exhilarating.

I saw her lick my neck after…I guess she drew some blood, but I didn’t mind, as I’d only grow wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

Jennifer helped me as I did an awkward shimmy to get my yoga pants and panties down and my shirt and bra off, leaving me nude before her.

She then gently took my hand and guided me to the bed, lifting my hands above my head one at a time and strapping me down with restraints.

Her attention moved to my stiffened nipples, tormenting one with her mouth while the other was teased by her delicate, deft fingers.

I was lost in a dream-like haze, floating in pleasure as she took her time playing with me.

It seemed that her every action connected a nerve from my nipples to my core, turning it to molten liquid as something built within me.

“Jennifer…ah…”

I looked down and saw her smile, still continuing her ministrations on my increasingly sensitive nipples. A light streak of red flowed near one, another small bite having drawn more blood.

The sensation kept building, that flow of energy from her mouth through my nipples and down to my slit, increasing as her sucking and playing and pinching grew more intense.

It built into a bolt of lightning that surged through my body, causing my hips to buck off the bed as my release overtook me.

She smiled when I met her gaze again.

“That should get you warmed up,” she said as her head traveled between my legs.

The sensation intensified as her lips and tongue began their work. I felt another pinch on the inside of one my thighs, the pain only increasing my arousal.

I loved how good it felt, how right it felt. That feeling of warmth and safety that enveloped me in her presence.

Until I felt a change radiating from her. Her fingers entered me, gently at first, then exploring at will. Her tongue and lips had been soft, tender, but were now hungry, consuming.

Soon she was plunging into me with fury, her mouth sucking and biting and my body responding exactly as she wanted it to.

“Jennifer!”

I tried to smother her with my crotch, grinding away on her face as the intensity raged past the point of no return before I passed out.

From there, I only remembered a series of images, bits and pieces of the night.

Michael had entered at some point, both the room and my body, releasing into me several times.

The lights had been turned off, but all of our eyes adjusted in the dark.

They shared me as if I were some delectable sexual treat, and I enjoyed the attention they gave me even as I became more and more light-headed.

Eventually, they removed the restraints, simply moving me as they wanted, my weight nothing in their strong arms.

Then their urgency grew, their fucking of me more animal, the bites more painful.

“Jennifer…Michael…wait…”

“We’ve waited long enough! Now we truly feed!” Michael said. His eyes became pure black, his teeth razor sharp.

I panicked and threw him off, surprising him and his wife as his body practically flew off of me. His grip was impossibly strong and he pulled me with him. We ended up rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

The two of us struggled in the darkness but I pushed him away and started to run, a tantrum building as the calm feeling simply disappeared.

Jennifer didn’t come after me at first, instead looking at her husband. A quick glance back showed me that he had somehow fallen with enough force to become impaled on the now splintered St. Andrew’s cross, a large chunk of wood through his chest.

Before I made it out of the basement, I felt her hands on me, her scent the same but different. She slashed at me and sent me tumbling into the wall. I was completely turned around and now facing her. Blood flowed from my side where she’d struck me.

She stood before me, somehow larger now in the dark basement. I watched as her jaw distended, her teeth becoming a maw of razors. Her fingers seemed elongated, her nails now claw-like extensions to her hands, her skin pale and hideously stretched. Her eyes became depths of pure black from which a compelling power radiated.

Jennifer’s voice came out in a deep rasp, rattling the doors with its ferocity. “You’ll pay, meat!”

It was coming. It was happening. I had to get out.

Her voice called to me again, horror and seduction in one package. “Come to me, K! Let me taste of you in every way!”

“No! Stay away! Don’t do this!” I yelled. “Stay back, I’m warning you!”

I scrambled and tried to run, reaching to open the door and escape the basement.

One of her clawed hands grabbed my leg and dragged me back down. I was pulled back into the darkness.

“No! Not again! Please!”

Panic rose within me and I yelled and thrashed, trying to warn her as I built to another tantrum.

All I heard, before everything went black, were the horrific, alien screams.

There’s always been something strange about me. It seems I’ve constantly drawn weirdness to my life, odd happenings that happen somewhere in the liminal spaces of normal living. I’ve had to move a lot because of it.

I hope this neighborhood will be nice. The last one I stayed in for a whole six months.

And yet I’m afraid the pattern will repeat, and someone strange will end up moving next to me if they haven’t already.

Then I don’t remember anything, except that my neighbors will disappear and I know I’ll have to move again.

I remember that I liked the last ones for some reason. At least for a few days. Until I had another tantrum.

These ones seem nice, though. They told me it was dangerous in the neighborhood when the moon was full, so I should stay indoors to be safe.

Maybe I can stay longer this time.

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