My wife Kelly died exactly nine months ago and I miss her just as much today as I did the day of her funeral.  She was my soul mate the only woman I would ever love the only one that I could always count on to be there for me no matter what.  It's getting harder and harder to remember her face, her girlish laugh and the way she was with me.  I visit her grave site every Sunday.  I don't know why.  I've never been particularly religious or superstitious but some how being there and knowing that somewhere beneath the dirt she lies helps me feel closer to her.

Each night after work I self medicate with a bottle of vodka it's the only thing that numbs my sorrow and loneliness.  Tonight would be no different I thought as I removed the bottle from my kitchen cabinet and poured myself a drink.  I paced the kitchen floor as I tipped my glass and sucked down my new companion.  I don't know how many I drank I just kept pacing and drinking until my life seemed almost tolerable again.

I want to see Kelly. I need to see Kelly.  I'm going to see Kelly I told myself.  I snatched up my car keys and before I knew it I was heading down the gravel road inside the cemetery.  As I got out of the car I saw a woman a few plots over from Kelly's.  I paid her little attention for I was drunk and on a mission.  I walked over to Kelly's grave and knelt down on the ground.  I put my hand on the dirt which covered my beloved's body hoping to feel some sign that she was there for me just like she use to be.  I felt nothing just cold clammy dirt.  I cried her name out loud shamelessly.  I never felt so alone in the world.  I cried for several minutes until my loneliness was interrupted by the presence of someone watching me.

I could feel eyes upon me and see a silhouette of a woman casting a shadow on Kelly's grave.  I  turned to see the woman dressed in black that was visiting the site near Kelly's.  The heels of her black shoes were sunk into the ground and I couldn't help to notice her long slender legs as I gazed up at her.  "Are you ok?" she asked in a sweet voice.  I stood and turned to face her.  "No, I'll probably never be ok," I answered in a sarcastic tone.

The strange woman had very dark eyes almost black and her skin was white and creamy.  "Is that your wife?" she asked pretending to be concerned.  I nodded.  She put her hand on my shoulder it felt like ice she was so cold it chilled me through my t-shirt.  "I'm sorry," she said as she massaged my shoulder.  There was something a little spooky about her yet her touch gave me comfort.  "I'm Ashley," she said.  I looked at her and for a split second her eyes flashed red in the moonlight.  A sense of  fear and panic went through my body like a knife.  I wanted to leave but my feet wouldn't move.

Ashley put her cold hand on my face and leaned towards me.  I closed my eyes and submitted to her.  She pressed her ice cold lips against mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth.   Our tongues circled around each other in a hypnotic dance.  She had her hands on my back rubbing me up and down as we kissed.  Then I felt her nails dig into the top of my back and claw their way down to my ass.  I tugged at the front of her dress ripping off one of the buttons.

I've never been with a woman like this before but if she likes it rough she will not be disappointed, I thought.  I ripped her dress open the rest of the way down the front.  She made an odd hissing noise but she didn't cry out or tell me to stop.  Her tiny breasts were pointed and her skin unusually white.  I scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on top of my late wife's grave.  I dropped my pants and laid on top of her placing my knees between her thighs.

I began to slowly hump her over her black lace panties.  I ran my fingers through her long black hair and bit her lightly on the neck.  Then for no apparent reason she slapped me hard across the face.  I forced her arms up and held her wrists snugly together above her head with one hand.  I pulled her panties to one side with the other and began to guide my hard cock inside of her.

"Do you like that you little cunt?" I taunted as I slid my cock deep inside of her.  She didn't say anything but she bit me hard on the neck.  It hurt but in a good way.  I pulled her hair as I slipped in and out of her tight little cunt.  She tried to slap me again by I slammed her hand down on the ground.  I drilled as deep into as I could with long hard thrusts.  She didn't move much but I think she was enjoying it.  I gnawed on the end of her stiff frigid nipples biting down hard hoping to receive a response from her.

Again, and again I dipped deep inside of her and then slowly withdrew.  I could feel my balls tightening and my cock getting closer to orgasm with each abusive thrust.  After several minutes of  continuous fucking I could feel my consciousness begin to fade as my orgasm built up inside of me.  Then just as I was ready to cum she looked me in the eyes.  Her eyes turned red as fire and a small drop of blood secreted from the corner of her eye and ran down her face like a tear.  That was when I knew she was not human; or at least not like the rest of us.  I was frightened and confused but my body had an agenda that could not be put off.  After a couple more hard fast strokes I shot hot spurts of cum deep inside of her.  I continued to fuck her a few more minutes until I went limp and couldn't go on.

I got up and helped her to her feet like a gentlemen.  Then she said something I didn't understand.  "Someone's going to kill you soon.  Someone who's a friend of mine."