by Sasha Satori
Sweet Giuseppe. My pale bloodless face meets Creusa's, the little witch has a knowing smirk on her face. I mouth to her 'bitch'. She makes a circle with one hand and has her pointer finger thrusting through it in a lewd miming of 'hide the sausage', then points to me, then Axel, then continues her lascivious miming hand gestures. That wench is going to reap her karma, when her stalker dark fae king mate comes for her I'm going to be first in line throwing rice at her eyeballs while evilly cackling, as she ugly cries to the marriage alter. While my feelings for Axel feel deeper than the oceans deepest abyss, the fact is he's a moody, homicidally inclined vampire king who just the other day was getting down with a human tramp. That alone firmly casts him out of any lifelong potential mate category. Fidelity and loyalty are a nonnegotiable, those are the foundation to any meaningful relationship. Even if I must metaphorically excise my heart from my chest, I will do it before I turn into anyone's lovesick guppy. Resting bitch face firmly in place, I hold my tongue. I frankly don't give a flying fuck what these vampires think. Axel and I will be discussing our relationship status later. "Drink! Fuck! And celebrate our union! All go to the throne room for an epic night of debauchery befitting of the killers united!" Axel demonically roars as he gulps the entire contents of his golden chalice and violently bangs it onto the wooden table. The crowd goes crazy and makes a hasty exit to the throne room where strippers, pole dancers and Axel's side piece will probably be waiting. Creusa yawns, "I had a lovely dinner. Congrats to you little cutie pies." Creusa says pointedly repeating what I called her and King Aurelius. "I'm going to call it an early night. Goodnight." She says as she snidely winks at me and saunters out of the door. I've been ditched by every last one of my homies, even Rupert Giles one eyeball was laughing at me as they left. "Any other but you would be handless in gruesome agony in the dungeon for slapping me. As it is you will be making amends with that smart mouth of your soon enough." Axel tells me in the empty dining hall. He grips my hips as a wave of dizziness overcomes me. In the next blink of my eye we're in front of his elaborate gold thrown on the dais in his grandiose thrown room arena. Still gripping my waist, he sits on his elaborate golden throne, then lifts me to sit on top of his lap. Colorful strobe lights move to the loud music blaring. Pole dancers are working the pole, as go-go dancers dance in golden cages. Vampires are everywhere. Many raising their glasses to Axel as they gulp down their beverages. Dark alcoves show feeding vampires and lots of hanky panky with the human women groupies. A vampire is juggling fire torches at lightning fast speed. Aerial silk dancers hang from ceiling swings and on long silk fabric yards and defy gravity with their hypnotic dexterous movements. This level of indulgence feels innately foreign to me, canned vegetables and struggling for survival is my normal, or was. I don't see Axel helping me jar my vegetables, plant harvest for tomorrow or even heaven forbid dress himself. Speaking of, I need to make a mental note to start a servant’s union in this place, having to serve these uncouth slobs is leading up to someone going postal and poisoning us all. A golden year’s oldie song just came on, David Guetta's 'sexy bitch' booms loudly, I can't help but giggle at all these immortal vamps vibing to this song. Axels legs are bouncing me up and down in rhythmic movements. I turn back to scowl at him, he's smiling and is singing along in his deep timbered voice when it says 'damn yous a sexy bitch', all while looking at me with the most obvious 'lets get naked' eyes. Axels playfulness is contagious and causes a girly giggle to escape me as a play slap his hard chiseled chest. His delicious fresh scent of bergamot, vanilla and leather are like a siren call to me, well, maybe a merman's call. His masculinity and pheromones' have me forgetting everything as I relax back into his chest. His face nuzzles my neck as he deeply inhales. A servant comes to the throne with a delicious strawberry mojito and a large flute filled with red bubbly liquid. "Yay! Thank you. Keep these coming, please." I say excitedly as I scoop up the mojito and close my eyes in bliss as the strawberry ambrosia goes down my throat, I moan in delight as I take another big gulp. I feel something hard growing underneath my butt. I incredulously look at Axel, his fangs are on full display with his bright green desire-stricken eyes fixated on me, watching me with rapt attention gulp down my mojito. Another golden age song has me wanting to dance. A famous golden year’s songstress named Lana Del Rey has her 'Burning Desire' song on. I need this DJ's name he playing some awesome oldies. My eyes trail back to Axel, who is frozen still eye effing me, "I know I'm hot, stop being a creep about it. Let's dance." I shout over the loud music. Then, very unladylike chug the rest of my strawberry mojito and hop up. Axel's hard erection is tenting his pants like its trying to pop out. I place my empty glass on the floor and begin letting my body relax and meld into her slow sultry voice and the seductive rhythm. My hips sway side to side, my hands slowly trail to twine in my hair. 'your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips, over, over again like my only prayer. I've got a burning desire for you baby…' Lana's heady voice sings to my soul. Axel is still sitting on his throne with a massive erection for all the world to see. He doesn’t look like he gives a fuck, he just continues to follow my slow dancing as his eyes trail my lean curves with a fanatic concentration. Usually one strawberry mojito won't make me feel this dizzy. My body feels like champagne fizzles just under my skin. That ticklish fizzle quickly begins to churn into a burning raging fire. Pain flares as I begin to hyperventilate at the sharp stabbing sensation. My lungs feel on fire, I’m unable to breath. Axel is by my side in the next moment, I see his frantic concerned face as his lips move. All I hear is faint sounds as if coming through an echoing faraway tunnel. I fall into is open arms while gripping my chest. Axel looks like he is ordering people around him, his face so utterly fierce, yet fear contorts his features. My limbs drop like a lead filled dolly, my head spinning at supersonic speed. My breathing hitches in a staccato stuttering rhythm. Axel tears a savage bite into his wrist as he jams his wrist into my mouth, "Drink or die! You've been poisoned! You haven't ascended to immortality!" I finally hear his muted panic tinged screaming as my head falls back. Axel catches me and cradles me in his fierce embrace, never moving his bleeding wrist from my mouth. My foggy mind gathers every atom of strength left in my body, as I will myself to swallow. I’m able to take several deep pulls that soon taper off as my lips go completely numb. I'm cold, so terribly cold. I wish I could have told Gemma and Fabio I loved them one more time. Come to think of it… Creusa, Axel and Prism as well. Even little Rupert Giles, his glaring sentient eyeball add an endearing quality to it, in hindsight. I feel my body cradled in Axel's possessive embrace. I hear his deep timbered voice howl in blatant sorrow and despair, "Stay, stay with me! I love you…" then numbness engulfs me. My eyes meet Axel's blazing swirling ones, like a theater curtain closing for the last time the drapes of my lids slowly descend. Copper liquid is pushed down my throat. It's the last thing I feel before total darkness. My body is sinking in quicksand, my mind free falling into the waiting abyss. My last thought is the bone deep coldness as the warmth from Axels embrace feels a million universes away. Floating. Silence. Death.