DELUSIONAL

She is beautiful and I am so lucky to have her in my life.

But I believe she is a dead woman walking...

Because she only dates me at night.

And, that she might drink blood for her food.

And, I have a serious dilemma on my hands.

Or,

Am I just... Delusional! 

BLM

(Season 4, Episode 15) 

DELUSIONAL

(Belton, Texas)

-one-

My name is Barton Marks.

The day my life took that first turn toward the horror…

Was the first time I met her at the corner bus stop!

If I hadn’t been sloshed out of my mind,

And spurred on by my equally drunk” boys”,

I would have stumbled onto the bus,

As is my usual to do on a Friday night,

And taken the bus ride straight to my front door,

Which is only a hundred yards from the bus stop on my street.

But, there she was!

And, there we were!

And all six of us men thought it was a good idea when… 

This stranger actually offered to drive me home.

We all giggled like school girls as we followed her to her car.

And my boys all ribbed me like crazy and called me lucky.

They were all giving high fives as I was driven away.

But, before we actually left the scene…

-two-

It was impossible to ignore her as she stood there by her red Porsche.

She told us her name was Bernice-Ann Brown.

She was originally from Jamaica. 

And, we men all thought, she was so goddamn fine.

All our eyes watered as we took in her beautiful,

African goddess-like features--

Beautiful brown eyes,

Light, wispy brown hair,

Metric, angular feline-like face,

Perfectly filed finger nails,

Long, muscular legs,

And trendy, stylish clothing!

In my eyes she had to have stepped out of the secrets section...

Of the sexiest fashion magazine.

Obviously, none of us wondered why she was standing there alone.

Obviously…

-three-

She stood there alone and waiting in the advancing darkness.

I did not suppose for a second that she could possibly attract danger.

She responded positively to our advances.

It was destiny, I believed, because she talked only to me.

She was there for my pleasure, I suddenly realized.

Could I sate the desire of this beautiful women?

Of course I could, but there was a question to ask.

And, she answered with a, 

"Yes, I'll take you to another bar for another drink."

This was wild… it was as though she could read my mind.

And before I could absorb the surreality of the car drive...

We were at the next bar down the street.

I got even more hammered.

And I had a blast with her as she drank me drink for drink.

And in the end of the night,

At a deep and dirty 4:30 AM,

 She drove me to my home, I stumbled inside and went straight to my bed.

-four-

She called me the next night.

Although my memory of the events was shot…

But, of course, I did remember her.

We talked for one hour.

I was sure to tell her that I would drive on our next date.

Three nights later we took in a movie.

Later, she watched me eat Chinese food at a restaurant.

Then we took a little stroll in the park,

In the darkness,

Where the Autumn full moon set the mood just right for lunar kissing.

And finally it was time to drive back to my place.

She agreed to spend the night with me... this time alcohol free.

Minutes pass before we are kissing in the kitchen.

Then we were both ready to go into the bedroom.

We tore into each other's cloths.

We left a trail of clothing from the...

Living room to the bedroom.

-five-

Never had I had a more beautiful,

Sexy woman in my bed giving herself to me.

I could not believe the perfection of her body.

There was an electricity to the touch of her skin.

She was simply too beautiful for the likes of me.

Still, I thought I was in heaven.

A good natural high, 

Mixed in with great sex,

From a beautiful woman well above my level,

Transforms this man into an animal.

I knew this first sexual experience would be incredible.

I tried to fuck her so hard that I would warm her cool skin.

-six-

All the action and effort… 

This to lead us to incredible sex…

Those sucking, soppy sounds of wet sex!

All that sweat, from my body --

Mixing in my heat, and haze, of wild passion --

With her super cool and ultra calm demeanor.

My tongue wrapping around her tongue.

Sex, and saliva.

Sex until I dropped, exhausted.

Just three sweet hours of pure pleasure.

I was screwed almost dead.

She was not even breathing heavy.

No problem, I thought... at least she is smiling and not complaining.

-seven-

To be sure,

I had never experienced a woman like this before.

Everything was going perfectly in my mind…

Until I noticed something very scary about her…

What I really did already knew as truth,

By the fifth time we had gotten together for our fun night,

But had overlooked it because I was having too much fun.

I had beads of sweat on both of my warm arms.

I’m sweaty from all my bouncing around.

Bernice… lying there on her back,

Naked, eyes closed and appearing to be asleep.

And not a drop of sweat was oozing from her pores.

I lightly touched her left breast with my lips.

Yes… her body was still cool and dry.

I suddenly felt a horror bomb explode inside my gut!

‘Goddamn it!’ I screamed inside my head.

My, how fast fear can overtake you and bring clarity to your mind.

She's not human.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!

And she is not asleep, either.

Why she had not attacked, and killed me,

 Would be a good question… if I asked it.

Needless to say…

I did need to ask her what her intentions were.

Oh my god…

Am I having a sexual relationship with my first,

And perhaps my last,

Vampire?

-eight-

Damn!

I just can't believe this shit!

What is she waiting for to rip me apart and drink my blood?

By now, I have seen the long sharp canine teeth in her mouth.

I don’t want those teeth stabbing into my neck.

And I have seen her cut herself and not bleed a drop.

And still... no matter how much I rub her and touch her, 

She is still cool to the touch.

She has even told me she might love me.

And that sentiment is both exiting and... horrifying!

In conclusion to my situation...

I’ve got three options here --

Confront her and tell her I know what she is, or…

Accept her declaration of love for me and just go with it until whatever happens.

And lastly --

I wonder if anyone would miss me if…

 I pulled out my .38 revolver from under my bed and ...

Blew my brains out of my head.

I am so stressed that I am having blood splattered nightmares in my sleep.

And, I have no illusions of wanting to be undead.

-nine-

My nightmares as I sleep have a specific cause.

And as I have now made my fateful decision about this relationship,

I have also remembered my childhood Horrorwalker visitation…

From when I was a 12 year old central Texas boy.

I have lived my life believing that encounter was a bad dream.

It is now painfully obvious to me that it wasn‘t.

If the story the Horrorwalker made me read that night has come true…

The main protagonist of the Horrorwalker tale, “Delusional”,

Was actually an adult version of me.

And, like the protagonist in the tale,

I am now faced with a similar decision. 

I will now approach her calmly as I act upon my decision.

And may God,

If it truly exists,

Have mercy on my soul!

BLM