FLASH FICTION FRIDAY – F3 – CYCLE 70 – LOST IN TIME: MEANS TO AN END

This week’s prompt is courtesy of Flannery over at Flash Fiction Friday -

Haven’t you ever wanted to go back in time to fix something? Or maybe you’d like to relive something, knowing what you know now.  Perhaps you’re a visionary and want a peek at the future to see how hover cars will change society or to find out just when the hell are we going to get our jet packs, already!

Dust off your flux capacitors and let’s get this baby up to 88 miles per hour!  Maybe you’re a spy with new technology and you’re trying to prevent war.  Maybe you’re a professor who wants to go native with the ancient Romans. Whatever you decide, use a time machine to get us there.

Prompt:  Write a story with a time machine and use these words: Bend, Frequency, Interplex, Spectrum, Phase

Word Count:  1300 or less

Due Date:  Wednesday, 7 March 2012 at 9:00 pm ET


(Author's note - Mature content.  If you are offended by such, you may wish to go do a crossword instead.  Thank you.  vmls .)

MEANS TO AN END

By Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw

~~**~~

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the curtainless floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows of Professor Sundstroms’s mid-town condominium, waking Erin from a less than restful sleep; contrary to popular myth, vampyres did require rest.  She turned her head and took in the sleeping form lying next to her.  A small groan escaped her lips.  The things I have to do…

Erin left the thought unfinished and quietly slid out from the covers of the massive four-poster bed, sitting on the edge for a moment to collect her thoughts.  Her mind went back to the previous evening.

~*~

After the completion of a series of very successful tests, Erin and the professor had made their way back to his place for a little ‘celebration’.  The champagne and blood/wine Erin had brought for just this occasion flowed… inhibitions were lowered… confessions were made…

Erin took the professor’s hand and pulled him into her embrace.  His scent was quite compelling and Erin’s canines extended reflexively.  She raked her eager mouth along his bristly jaw line and down the soft, warm flesh of his neck… taking tiny, nibbling bites, careful not to break the skin.  Not for fear of hurting the professor… neither of them was feeling any pain… but Erin had no intention of killing the man who had unwittingly secured her future and ascension in line for the throne her Dark Queen now sat on.

Passions now fully aroused… their hands literally flew over each other’s bodies… fingers fumbling with buttons… unhooking clasps… pulling down zippers… trembling digits sliding soft, satin panties over creamy thighs to reveal Erin’s dark triangle… her own fingers brushing over her hot flesh… spreading the delicate petals… coaxing him… pulling his face down into her sex… his lips finding hers… a shriek as her body spasms… a ripple of ecstasy surges through her… another wave building inside her… deeper… bigger...  she is not ready for the climax… pushing him away… for the moment.

Straddling the professor’s chest now, Erin opens herself to him… teasing as his head arches up… a hand reaching back to stroke his stony manhood… feeling his thundering heartbeat against her sex.  She slides down his body, leaving a wet trail of desire across his torso… leaning back… her breasts glistening in the flickering candlelight… he enters her… the delicious fire of his passion thrusting up… filling her… his heat spreading through her center... with every thrust… a new wave of ecstasy… their senses overloading… rhythm and tempo crescendoing… her sex surrounding him... clutching... squeezing… then… all too soon… the moment comes… time stops…

Erin’s primal shriek rises up from deep inside…torn from her throat… filling the night air.  A final thrust… his strong hands grasping her trembling hips as he explodes into her.

~*~

Erin shuddered at the memory of what had transpired earlier… necessary, but not something she wished to repeat.  She did not like losing control like that, unless that is; it was to another woman.  Although… if the truth be told… last night hadn’t been an entirely unpleasant experience.  Humans were rather tame in their love-making by comparison, and while males were not her preference… means to an end, Erin… means to an end, she reminded herself, Professor Sundstrom had risen to the occasion quite nicely.  Of course, he was no Roman Dalton. 

~*~

I worry for you, Erin… are you sure you know what you’re doing?  Another man?  Really?

Go away!  I’m in no mood for another one of your lectures!

Come on honey… if I don’t watch out for you, who will?  If the Dark Queen ever finds out…

But, she won’t… will she?  Not unless…

Oh, don’t worry honey… she won’t hear it from me… that bitch scares the fuck out of me!

Stop it!  Do not speak of the Dark Queen in….

~*~

Erin abruptly snapped out of her reverie, giving her head a violent shake.  She stood and tiptoed around the bed, gathering up her clothes from the four corners of the room, scattered by the blood/wine passions of the professor and his student.  Damn… she thought, retrieving her now shredded panties… those were my favorite La Perla… £60… trashed! 

Back out in the living room, she hurriedly dressed and left.  The tiny amount of venom from her ‘almost-bite’ a few minutes ago would keep the professor sleeping only a few more hours.  And Erin really needed to scrub the scent of the human from her body… it was interfering with the mind-block she was trying to maintain.  It would not do for her queen to learn of Erin’s plans… no, not at all.

In the cab on the way back to her loft on West Broadway, Erin called the movers with final instructions on transferring a particular piece of furniture from the professor’s off-campus laboratory on the other side of the island, back to her loft, for the next phase of her plan.  Curiously, she felt no guilt over her deception of Professor Sundstrom.  Means to an end…

Erin leaned back in the seat of the cab and reflected back on the events that had brought her and Professor Sundstrom to last evening…

~~**~~

“Miss Yovanović, I am most impressed with your paper on spectrum frequency triodes and their application in shifted-phase lasers.  Would you have some time this evening to go over some of your findings with me?”

Over the course of the next several months, Erin and the professor worked very closely together, in secret of course.  If the university learned of his work to create a time machine, they would shut him down and take away all of his research.  Neither the professor nor Erin wanted that.

The information in Erin’s paper, data she had appropriated from a Cal-Tech quantum physics professor some six months earlier, was the breakthrough that Professor Sundstrom needed to complete his time travel device… a device he had named the Interplex. 

The name was derived from the two primary processes which made time travel possible… a pair of interpolating tri-phasic lasers which precisely modulated twin gallium-arsenide lasers  to create a frequency-stable vortex – a hole in the space-time continuum – through which yet another pair of lasers, two duo-plex flux-capacitance lasers, were able to bend light across great distances.  

At the same time… actually, 1/2000^th of a micro-nanosecond later... the tri-phasic lasers then transmitted a series of flash-burst data streams along the path of the laser-guided vortex.  These data streams were the transitive equivalent of the object or being that was being sent through time.    

Over the next two months, Professor Sundstrom and Erin redesigned and fit all of the components that made up the time machine into an antique 16^th century armoire.  It was the professor’s intention to travel back in time to late-Renaissance Italy… 1660 A.D., to be precise. 

Unbeknownst to the professor, Erin had other plans… 60 years earlier and 1,000 miles to the northwest… to be precise.

~*~

“Surely you tease, my lady!”  The girl, Queen Elizabeth I’s favorite handmaiden, was a beautiful, olive-skinned young woman, and Erin had a momentary twinge of regret over what she had to do.  

But… it passed.

Standing close, Erin’s gaze locked on the girl’s…

“Truly…I tell you this, Mirabella.  Within a fortnight, a succubus will come to you in your sleep.  Her touch will turn you into a vampyre… you will live forever.  One day, you will ascend to the throne of my dark queen, where you will rule for millennia.”

Erin paused.

“I can’t allow that.”   

Erin pressed her hand against the girl’s sex and as Mirabella shuddered in orgasm, she turned her face to the girl’s upturned throat… her jaws stretched wide… glistening canines sinking into the warm, pulsing vein.

Erin didn’t stop until the girl was empty.

~~ finis ~~

©  2012 – Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw.  All Rights Reserved.