by Sasha Satori
Scathing jealousy instinctually sparks my dark tendrils to violently shoot from me and envelop most of the massive area. The already dimmed room darkens to nearly pitch black. My breaths are coming in fast, my fists clenched, hot jealousy and anger at Axels betrayal war with each other, like a scratched record stuck on repeat. I close my eyes, and start counting sheep, slowly the violent urge to choke Axel with my magic, and throttle the woman subside. I was wrong, he's a liar. Spouting sweet sonnets about accepting him as my mate and 'be my queen' bullshit, I was such a fool! He probably has dozens of human vampire groupies that hold Sunday service to worship the ground he walked on. How could he possibly explain a buck-naked chick, with her titties rubbing on his lap. The undeniable truth bitch slaps the rose-colored glasses I was so stupidly beginning to see Axel through off. I probably interrupted their post coital cuddling. My eyes slowly open, a bored resting bitch face firmly in place. Fake it, till you make it. I won’t let him see how much this is hurting me. He'll revel in that shit. What I am feeling is textbook Stockholm syndrome. I just want to make sure Gemma and Fabio are okay. However, I silently vow to never let Axel intimately close to me again. I'm single and ready to mingle, Gemma is right, twenty-three is way old to be a virgin. I'm petty enough, to have a one-night stand with a random vampire. No risk for pregnancy or STDS. That'll be the slap to his face and to his infallible ego he needs. The vampire butler snaps out of his initial shock that my magic caused. "My king, my apologies, Ms. Valentina ran through the doors, if her presence is not wanted, I will escort her out. Just let m-" Axel cuts him off, "Out!" he roars. I guess after all, I will be needing to break out in a magical shit show that is bound to piss off a lot of vampires. The hell with all of them, I'm going home. Butler vamp and I turn to walk out. "Not you Valentina!" I turn back, just as he roughly shoves the girl off him, she lands in a messy heap onto the floor, "I told you to leave! Get the fuck out!" he rudely yells at her as she scrambles back and makes a hasty exit, leaving her clothes behind. I step forward to Axel, "Chill out Axel, It’s not her fault that you’re in perpetual state of manopausal mood swings. That’s no way to speak to your lovers. I thought sweet declarations of love was more your forte?' Axel stands and buttons his pants, the sight of that causes a sharp pang of hurt to bloom in my chest. These strong emotions are what give virgins a bad reputation as stage five clingers. "Shut up Valentina. It’s not entirely what it looks like." He replies as cool as a cucumber. Lying scoundrel! "I'm sure." I reply in a monotone, bored voice. "I won't wait any longer. Take me home to my friends." He stares at me for a long moment, as if trying to solve a complex algorithm in his head. "Your magic just did a wild shit show. Yet, you have the resting bitch face you speak so highly about plastered on your face… your fucking livid." He starts laughing! A genuine, hearty laugh, the kind that starts at your belly and bubbles up. "Your jealous!" He gloats, still in hysterics. The gall of this intolerable, pompous, egotistical, mood swinging, megalomaniac, man whoring, douche! "My magic has instances of premature ejectile dysfunction. As I know you can relate to, not with your magic, but with your little. Itty. Bitty. Pony." His laughter abruptly stops, black blooming from the whites of his eyes. Sweet victory is mine. "My cock has its own fucking postal code, no baby pony here." he grits out of his clenched jaw. I give him my best 'embarrassed for you', cringey smile, "Well, I know with your hormone fluctuations you tend to be on the sensitive side. So, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but, the real reason I said I wanted to take things slow wasn't because I'm a prude. It was because your little, gangly celery stick wasn't very enticing. No offense of course, I'm just really happy that you found a woman that could accept you with your many personality deficits, lack of morals, frequent homicidal tendencies, manopausal rage and your micro phallus condition." That was a home run, baby! Even though in reality, his man meat strikes a giddy sense of fear in me with its extra, large kong size. The smirk that has crept on my face, really is holding back a titanic sized iceberg of raucous laughter. Axels apoplectic face isn't helping my resolve to not laugh. "Hormone fluctuations. Little, gangly celery stick. Manopausal rage. Micro phallus condition! You've gone too far this time!" he roars in a manopausal rage. He traces a hair width from my face, his large hands engulfing my neck, his fingers painfully cinching my throat. As oxygen is denied to my brain, I start hoping for the whole light and tunnel experience. All the while, I claw at his forearm. Axel looks down at me, our eyes meet, a frustrated growl resonates from his chest, he releases my neck like I burnt him. He abruptly traces back to pace by his throne, gripping his head by his hair. Bending over, with my hands on my knees, I gulp deep lungsful of air. Axel is tracing to random corners, "You want me to murder you, that must be it. You are mad as a hatter! If you were any, and I do mean any other, I would surgically excise each of your organs, sauté them, and make you eat them with your regurgitated vomit-" I breathlessly, interrupt his rant, "Hannibal is going to call you out on the next episode of 'Bitch, stole my vibe'." Axels deafening string of profanities, is followed by him punching the black onyx stone wall behind his throne, chunks are flying everywhere. He really didn’t think this one through. I have a deep, suspicion that he is picturing my face with each brutal punch. It all leads back to his manopausal rage, I'm sure of it. I specifically, tried to avoid all this drama, "Axel, you pompous psycho ass tart! Either you take me this instant to check on Gemma and Fabio, or I'm going to have my magic clear a way out. What's it going to be, Ricky? Oh, and you’re going to pay for choking me dick wad, you better start wearing a chastity belt, something to protect your little, gangly celery stick, from my sauté pan! " I couldn’t help that last jibe. Stooping so terribly low as to threaten, sautéing body parts, is not one of my best moments, but boy did it feel good! Plus, he fucking started it, and had the audacity to very rudely, choke me. Tit for tat, was most definitely in order.
In a blink he traces a breath distance from me. I barely hold back a very unbecoming yelp of surprise. "As you wish." he snarls out, with completely blackened veins covering the whites of his eyes, his eyes have an almost demonic red phosphorescence glow, and swirling silver pupils. He grips me hard at the waist, a strong sense of vertigo has me woozily close my eyes. I open them, just as Axel roughly tosses me onto my homes front yard, well past the wards I set. "My wards!" I shout, in a wave of panic and worry. "Your wards are child’s play to one such as I. They feel like delicate spider webs. To others they are effective and still up." A deep feeling of relief takes over, that it’s still working for Z-landers and any other trespassers. It’s a full moon and appears to be the early morning hours before sunrise. Just as I finish that thought, three Z-landers appear a few houses down. Two of them gallivanting on their hands and feet, the other one is walking erect but with a defined hunched posture. Their finger-sized yellow claws, black double rows of shark-like teeth, completely pitch black, pupil-less eyes, and their decomposed flesh bits hanging off them, makes me want to start retching. Any damage or injuries they acquire at their turning or after, never heal, they just rot, until they are just bones or starve. I have never seen one starve to death, I'm not even sure how long that would take. For being hideous zombie like creatures, a strong spark of instincts and perhaps intelligence makes them able to go town to town reaping destruction. It’s almost impossible to outrun them, for being rotting corpses, it’s always made me wonder how. Probably some sick magic at work or viral mutation of the chemistry of the brain, muscle and tendons. The hunched Z-lander sees me, and sprints in a full out run to me. Axel moves to stand in front of me, his hands in fists at his side. I hear a loud zap with as a burnt skin smell reaches my nose, the Z-lander ricochets off my ward like a fly off a zapper. Except, even with a half grilled charred face he lunges again, all while looking past Axel at me. The two crawling ones behind him, follow his lead, they repeatedly slam into my ward and each time are more burnt as they are violently zapped and blasted backwards onto the ground. After the third time of lunging at the ward, the standing one sn
arls at the other two in a weird cacophony of intoned snarls and growls. The other two, snarl back, and at the same time they run full force at the ward, they yet again are zapped violently to the ground, The standing one, which must be the leader, has backed off and seems to be observing the situation. His black tipped teeth on display, vile slobber leaking down. Even without pupils, I know he is looking right at me.
I finally stand and wipe the grass off my once perfect gown, "Child's play my ass, Axel. Look at these fuckers char-grilling themselves." Axel, turns back to me, "Look what dangers lurk for you, Valentina. You should thank me on your knees, then your back, every night for my protection." As if. "Umm, are you not literally seeing my magic eff them up right now." I push past him, "Watch and learn, Axey. It’s time to handle business. Show these fools, I don't appreciate their infectious slobber dripping on my side of the street." I hear Axel begin to protest, as I tune him out. I lift both my hands up by my side, palms up. Black tendrils emerge and vine around the two near my ward. I look for the standing one, who has disappeared, damn, I didn’t like the spark of intelligence in that one. The way he kept his black eyes on me the entire time, yuck, major cringe. My hands clap together, the two entwined Z-landers are violently thrown into each other, "You pug faced morons, make rotting algae molecules look like little Einstein's. Your dumbasses need some sense knocked into you, literally." I laugh out loud, at my cheesy pun joke. Axel audibly sighs in exaggeration, "Dawn is fast approaching, we must leave shortly. While at my age, I don’t immediately combust in flames as younger vampires do, the sun will drastically weaken me to that of a younger vampire. I thought I was the only you take pleasure in bleeding their ears with your insolent mouth." Bruh is interrupting my heroine-villain monologue. Breath in…breath out…whoosaahhh- no, fuck that. "I got insolent magic to go with my insolent mouth, ass tart! And it’s really parched, maybe even craving pulverized celery juice." Axel angrily snarls at me, his long fangs descending. "What the hell is up with all your animalistic growls and snarls. Was your daddy, big foot or a rabid Chupacabra?" Just as I finish saying that. The Z-landers heads explode. Like literal, popped grapes. The splatter bounces off my ward, thank the heavens, its trajectory was headed straight for my open mouth. That was definitely not my doing. I slowly look up to Axel and see him smiling. "Pop goes the weasel. You have five minutes before I trace you back." What in the ever-loving fuck tart was that magic. How on this shitty, dystopian world, have I not been popped yet. He must be itching to pop my head as bad as those plastic, popping packing bubbles. "You’re a freak with too much power." Whoopsies, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I quickly scurry to my front door and knock loudly. Five minutes, what the hell is that. I must have only woken in the early morning hours, as I haven't been awake that long.
I've got to figure out a way to secretly pack my hello kitty doll and a few of my sentimental possessions for my extended stay at Vamp World. I knock hard again, "Gemma! Fabio! Hurry up an open the door! Its Valentina!" The door suddenly opens wide, I see Gemma and Fabio standing wide eyed at the front door. With a shout of happiness, they simultaneously grip me in their bruising hugs. As they let go, I glimpse into their red rimmed eyes, "Where the fuck have you been Valentina! The Z-landers have been ravaging this town for the last two days. It was in the early morning hours that the screams from the Z-landers victims begun. When you weren't in your room and we couldn’t find you anywhere we freaked the fuck out thinking that the psycho vampire king got you or something! And why the fuck are you dressed like a royal fairy godmother of a dark realm?" Axel steps into view of them, "She did shoot me in the foot with a silver bullet." They both let loose a high-pitched guttural scream, they sound part banshee shifter. Fabio pulls out my LF, and aims it at Axel. "Fabio! Wa-" I scream out of instinct. Axel is already beside Fabio, yanking my gun from him, then pistol whips him in the back of the head with it. Fabio drops with a thud to the floor. Gemma is screaming her head off. "This fucking reunion sucks," I mumble under my breath. One of my black tendrils slithers up to Axels ass and whips him hard. "Don't fucking hurt my friends again, or I'll end you." I sternly warn. Axel barely reacts to the whip; he traces into thin air. That is really weirding me ou-, sharp clawed tipped, hands wrap around my throat from behind. Axel pushes my back to him by my waist. His hand pulls my head up against his chest, thankfully not choking me. "That was most unbecoming behavior of fae royalty." Fae royalty? Maybe that's vampire slang for a high class heaux like me. I feel a large throbbing rod sharply pulse at my back. "Is your gangly celery stick volunteering for my juice smoothie, sweet cakes?" Axel grabs my hand and brings it back to rub his long, thick schlong that is in between us. His fingers tighten around mine, once tightly in his grip he wraps them around his thick girth, my fingers aren’t even close to wrapping around it. Our joined hands begin ascending and descending at a feverish rhythm, which further elongates his throbbing shaft. He bends down and whispers in my ear, "Is this pace slow enough for you, princess?" Just as a pleasure whimper escapes him. A heady sense of power overcomes me, that I can bring the notorious vampire king to whimpers. The connection to him, feeling like a tangible emotion, the catalyst that burns every thread of rationality from my mind. The feeling that I imagine is the fabled, secret ingredient in all the fairy tale's happily ever after endings. The best beginnings always hide themselves in happy endings. It feels soul consuming. Dangerous. When you render your hearts golden key to one man, attached to that key comes an atomic bomb keychain, capable of leaving a nuclear, barren waste land in its wake. This connection frightens me, I barely know all the prisms of black and blue that is Axel Steele, yet I feel like our past, present and future were always destined for each other. As if I just have amnesia and need to remember it all, our strong connection, a transcended love. Still stuck in Axels delicious honey suckle web of seduction, our entwined hands are reaching its fevered pitch, the highest peak of pleasure before he jumps off with full abandon. His hips thrust furiously into my back. His firm grip on me, keeps me glued to him. Axel head bends down into my neck as he groans and starts quivering with slow staccato pelvic jerks, as his voice hitches in a pained attempt to cease his verbal culmination of our carnal touch. He slowly releases my hand but still is firmly gripping my waist. He gently leans down to pepper kisses under my ear. My lady bits are screaming for their own release. I'm panting with a burning desire that is begging to be dowsed. I'm wanton, waiting for my euphoric release, as I feel Axels head violently smack to the side with a metal clang. I'm no longer in his grip. I turn back and see Gemma holding a metal crowbar, tightly gripped with both hands. Oy vey…