Human Purity Alliance (Hypernaturals 4)

In the News

Morgan, Helen, Jessica and I sat in the living room. Judging by the light coming in the windows it is early afternoon. I have not looked at a watch or a clock in a while, so my time sense is in tatters. Kind of like the rest of me. I am trying not to be bitter, but it is a fragile effort. My sense of violation is off the charts, and everyone around me seems to know that.

Upon reflection, if anyone would understand violation, it's probably a woman more than a man. In the human world, women deal with far more indignities and downright assaults. My head understood that but it still made a thin and bitter ice over my rage and anger and horror.

Helen and I slept the entire night connected. Our blood running back and forth between each other. Communing in a way no two Vampires ever have before.

It seems unlikely anyway. A certain level of technology is required.

When Jessica undid the transfusion rig, and I was back to being on my own, I mourned the loss. A mental image of the cables falling away as a spaceship launched came unbidden, although I hardly feel like I am up to achieving earth orbit. I felt, in the weird blood-sense way like I am a mixture of four people now. I am Helen more than anyone else. More even than myself. Her blood is overpowering.

Jessica gave me more shots. Some big. Some small. Some directly into a vein. Others into a muscle someplace. She moved the injections around. Spread the pain.

More indignities. I tried not to think about it.

On top of the shots, Jessica gave me innumerable pills. Ground stuff up and made me drink it. Took blood for analysis in the lab over the garage. OK. Maternity delivery suite, but fully equipped as a medical suite/lab.

My mouth tastes metallic like I have been sucking on a pure copper penny. Vampire bodies absorb metal and use them in ways human bodies do not. Metals poisonous to humans have uses in us. There is no brain damage caused by lead, for example. Magnesium. Titanium. Copper. You name it. It all goes in there to do something. Speed up the brain. Strengthen the skeleton. Reinforce the polymers of the muscles. On and on.

A human on that BDSM cross would have died. A human getting this medical treatment would also die. I have come far from my physical humanity. Perhaps how often I am being rebuilt has sped along with my conversion. Having this much Helen in me almost certainly will do that.

I once again have that weird feeling when I look at my hand. Like it is not mine. It should be smaller, more slender, not this big clunky thing.

To keep my shit together I focus on the good things since being rescued. Like how, to further clean my wounds, Helen, Jessica, and I went into the shower and rinsed and soaked. At some point, I fell asleep in Jessica's arms and woke dry and clean in the bed, with no idea how I arrived there. The touch and the love the touching represents is a basic need. Even more important to me now.

A baby that is not held and touched by its parents can actually die from lack of attention. I think the same thing is true of Vampires tortured to the very edge of life. I only have a strength of will to survive because there are still some good things in this world. These women who love me, and give to me unconditionally, and in every possible way. Right down to their lifeblood.

I also know I have no choice. They are not going to let me die. Or even wallow. And there is our baby too.

I am starting to feel detached. An observer. Watching where the body went. What it did. What it said. Me at a safe distance.

Not all the time. In the shower, I let me come back to my body. It is safe there. In the warm water. In my wife's strong arms. Either of my wives arms really. It's my first polyamorous relationship. I called them my wives and they both called me their husband, but that seems like it should be wrong. My loves picked me, and this. I am sure there is a community out there that has better, less negatively weighted terms for polyamory. I do not care other than pure intellectual curiosity. I barely understand it and I am in the middle of it, and I expect others to not get it at all. Does human polyamory even apply to Vampires? Humans don't live for thousands of years. Not yet, anyway.