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Oh unholy night by CantFindADecentAlias and JNightshade

The train thundered through the night, its wheels clattering against the rails in a steady rhythm making its way back to his hometown for a long overdue family Christmas.

The sound was hypnotic, a lullaby for the sleepless. But not for Christian who sat in the dimly lit smoking car at the rear of the train, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The scent of tobacco mingled with the faint aroma of leather from the worn brown seats. Outside the window, the darkness stretched endlessly, broken only by the occasional flicker of light from distant towns. He had not been looking forward to this journey home all year, and now it was here he was unable to rest, even in his sleeping quarters. Worrying too much about what his family might say or do had kept him from his dreams.

The door to the smoking car creaked open, and a tall slender woman stepped inside. She moved with an elegance that seemed out of place in such a utilitarian setting, her long black coat sweeping behind her like a cloak. Her pale face glowed faintly in the weak light, and her piercing ruby eyes caught his attention immediately.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice smooth and low, carrying a faint accent he couldn’t place.

Christian nodded, gesturing to the seat across from him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was striking, her dark hair cascading in waves over her shoulders, her lips painted a deep crimson. But it was her eyes, those glowing blue eyes that held him captive. ‘Were they reflecting some unseen light’ he mused as he watched her without wanting to be noticed.

She sat down gracefully, lighting a cigarette of her own. “You seem lost in thought,” she said, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled like a wisp of silk upwards joining the crowded layer of smoke at the top of the carriage.

“Oh It’s...the train journey home,” he replied, his voice quiet. “The quiet sound of the night, it does something to me. Makes me think too much.”

She smiled faintly, her eyes narrowing as if she found his answer intriguing. “The sound of the tracks though, they have a rhythm, don’t they? A heartbeat, steady and unrelenting. It can be...comforting, in its own way.”

Christian nodded, his gaze drifting to the window to see the world rolling by. The train’s rhythm seemed louder now that she mentioned it, more deliberate. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk.

“I find it helps me relax,” she continued, her voice softening to a near whisper. “If you listen closely, it’s almost like the train is singing to you. Can you hear it, Christian?”

He blinked, startled by her words. “How do you know my name?”

Her smile deepened, and she leaned forward slightly. “I know a great many things about everyone on this train, including you. It’s in my interest to know these things, so that I can keep an eye on things. This is why I know about the soothing sound of the tracks…”

The rhythm of the tracks grew louder in his ears, drowning out the hum of his protests. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. The sound seemed to quickly sync with his heartbeat, steady and relentless.

“Just listen,” she murmured, her cold glowing eyes locking onto his. “Let the sound carry you now. Let it calm you as you listen.”

Christian felt his body relax against the seat, his grip on the cigarette loosening until it fell to the ashtray. The clatter of the train tracks filled his mind, pushing away all of his other thoughts. He simply sat, relaxed and lost himself in the sensation. He couldn’t look away from her eyes, their ruby glow pulsating in time with the rhythm.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress. “Let yourself go. You don’t need to think anymore.” A smile spread across her alabaster face.

His head nodded slightly as the carriage swayed gently from side to side, his eyelids drooping. Her voice and the train’s song had wrapped around him, binding him in a cocoon of calm. “I don’t need to think...” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

She reached across the table, her cool fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re mine now, Christian. Do you understand?” her crimson lips curling back to reveal the beginnings of her fangs.

“Yes...” he murmured, the word slipping from his lips without hesitation.

Her smile turned predatory, and she rose, taking his hand and guiding him to his feet. “Come with me,” she commanded, lifting him effortlessly, like he weighed nothing at all.

He followed her through the narrow corridors of the train, his body moving as if it belonged to someone else. She led him to her private compartment, where the shadows seemed deeper and the air colder.

“You’ve been searching for something, haven’t you?” she asked, her hands gliding to the collar of his shirt. “Something to fill the emptiness. That is why you have not been home in so long. Because you haven’t found it. You haven’t been satisfied.”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“I can give you that” she said, her lips brushing against his neck. “I can fulfill you, but you must trust me. Do you trust me my dear?”

“I trust you.” his reply, monotonous.

“Good,” she purred and smiled, revealing her fangs fully now. Her hands held him firmly, pressing against her ample bosom. And with a single swift motion, she dove into her neck and bit into his flesh. The pain was sharp but fleeting, replaced by a surge of warmth and pleasure that coursed through his veins. His knees buckled, and she held him steady, her strength shocking and absolute.

For him, the pleasure became everything. It dissolved the world around him and everything went black. Just at the edges at first, but the more she drank the more the world became black; almost completely gone.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, she bit into her wrist. The dark, ruby liquid welled up, and she pressed it to his lips.

“Drink,” she commanded. “Drink and be reborn.”

Christian obeyed, the taste intoxicating, filling him with a power that he’d never known before. The rhythm of the train tracks faded into silence as his senses sharpened, his body transforming. Where once were scrawny and limp muscles there were thicker, more robust. When he opened his eyes, the world was alive with a new, electric clarity. His gaze met hers, and he saw his reflection in her glowing eyes; eyes now mirrored in his own.

“Welcome to eternity, you are born Christian into a world of darkness” she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Now, my dear come, the night awaits and I have much to show you.”

“Yes Mistress” he replied with a wicked grin on his face.