Tubeman: A Halloween To Remember

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November 21, 2009

Tubeman: A Halloween To Remember

Our good friend Tubeman sends along Thanksgiving wishes to our USA friends a little bit in advance of the day .... and along with that he sends eight renders of his model Constance, and a Halloween story from October 31 past ...

A Halloween to remember…

It was a pretty dull Halloween party. The usual suspects in the usual costumes. I stepped out to the back porch to refill my glass from the keg that was out there on ice and noticed someone I had not noticed before. It was dark and dim out back, but I could tell she was gorgeous. Instead of a costume she was dressed, well, in a sexy dark outfit that really perked my interest. Feeling self conscious in my cheap vampire costume I moved up to the keg to fill my glass. Her eyes shifted from the guy she was talking to and looked at me. Was that a brief smile that played across her face? I filled my glass and moved closer. I recognized the guy she was talking to as one of the hosts and barged into the conversation. "Kinda cool out here isn't it?" I blurted.
She looked at me and smiled. "Oh, so you're a vampire tonight are you? I love guys who are vampires!" How lucky could I get? I thought to myself. It was then that I noticed her nails. What took me so long? They were long, red, and beautiful. I wondered if she normally had long nails, or if this was a Halloween thing… The host guy excused himself. "My name is Constance" she purred.
"I'm George" I responded. "Have you been to a party here before?"
"I came for a cookout last summer" she said. "Did you know there's a really cool garden in the back of the property with a stone building?"
"Uh, no" I said.
"Want to go check it out? Or are you afraid of the dark?" she asked coyly.
Indeed. How could I possibly get this lucky? "Sure, let's go, you lead the way" I stammered.
She took me by the hand and led me through some bushes to a clearing in the back of the property. Her hand was cool and I could feel her nails against the skin of my hand. The moonlight illuminated a small stone building and a stone bench. It was a bit foggy and spooky. Perfect I thought. She sat down on the bench and looked up at me. "Come and sit" she said.
I didn't need to be asked twice. It was time to get to know Constance. A breeze came through and blew the mist away and I could see Constance clearly now in the moonlight. Her "come hither" look was doing exactly that and I came closer. Suddenly she stood up and backed away towards the stone building. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked softly.
"Oh yes, very" I said. It was the absolute truth. All I wanted at that moment was to take her.
"If you like what you see, why don't you come and get me?" she teased.
"Good Lord", I thought "This will be a Halloween I will long remember." I smiled and came closer. Indeed, the Halloween of my life. I was about to learn that Constance had a secret -- which if I had known then I would have run, not walked away. If only I had realized that some things were just too good to be true. If only...
As I got closer Constance giggled and raised her hands to her face. Her long, perfect nails in full view. It was more than I could stand. "Are you sure you want to kiss me?" she teased. "I'm quite dangerous you know, after you kiss me your life will never be the same"
I thought about that, for at least 1/10th of a second, then I edged in closer, encircling her slim waste with my eager arms. She took my head between her hands and brought my lips down to hers and we kissed, long, hot, and tender, her body moving against mine. I felt a strange vibration, almost an energy within her. "What is that I wondered?"
As we kissed, I could feel a definite energy pulsing through Constance. "Is that some sort of physical attraction between us?" I wondered. But it was a cold energy, and not really pleasant. Her lips were soft and hungry, but something about the kissing seemed wrong. It was then that I began to smell the odor. Faint at first, but growing in strength. An odd, foul odor, like dead rotting flesh, like the grave... A cold shiver ran through me and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Some sort of primal urge to get away welled up inside me. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. I pulled my head back and it was then that I saw the transformation that had taken place. Her eyes glowed red with an evil light. Was that fangs in her mouth? Her face was twisted in an animal sneer. Alarmed I started to push away. But her long blood red talons dug into me and she held me tight with supernatural strength and pulled me towards her. But this time, her mouth went for my neck! I screamed and struggled. But her superhuman strength held me fast and my scream died gurgling in my throat as her teeth sunk deep into my jugular. I could literally feel the life draining from me as I sunk deeper, deeper, deeper into eternity...