by Sa'id Salaam
"No, it's still my turn!" she said and attacked his jugular. He struggled, punched, and kicked but couldn't detach the woman from his neck. The struggle caused his heart to beat faster and blood gushed into her mouth. He grew weaker with every swallow until he had nothing left.
Keli wiped her mouth and eased back inside the club just before Prince wrapped up his set onstage. Kamala did a double take when she slid next to her. She thought she smelled fresh blood but didn't see anything out of the usual.
"Thank you!" Prince concluded and gave a humble bow. He knew he just killed the shit and the shower of panties only proved it. A last scan of the crowd brought him face to face with Daniel's camera before he exited the stage.
"Can we go eat now?" Tosha purred seductively. Food always made them amorous and she was ready to fuck him after that performance. She wasn't the only one.
"Y'all hoes can't come back here!" a burley security guard fussed at a group of girls who tried to get back stage.
"Let them through," Prince directed since he could literally smell their licentiousness on their breath. One was on her cycle and the vampires picked that up too.
The blood of the pure was always best but he preferred to feed on the bad. Just one of the many lessons he learned from Katrina. She fed off the people less likely to be missed. The ones no one would be shocked when they went missing. That's why she was able to survive as long as she did. His mind shifted to Butta and his claims of killing her. Katrina was strong, so he would have to be even stronger. He avoided other vampires to avoid the unavoidable battle to the death. Still he knew he and Butta would eventually butt heads.
"We loved y'all show!" the leader of the pack of hood rats declared when she reached the group. She liked pussy as much as dick so she courted him and them. It didn't matter which way she went since she went both ways.
"I like her!" Tosha declared. "Can I have her?"
"We can share her. We can share them all!" Prince said. The large group made it over to Prince's house and up the stairs. Keli and Kamala took the remaining three girls into the boom boom room and ate. Meanwhile, the other went into the room with Prince and Tosha and ate Tosha.
"Let me join you," Prince suggested and came behind the groupie. She tilted her ass towards the ceiling as she twirled her tongue around Tosha's lady parts.
Prince eased inside of her and began to stroke. Her tongue darted in and out of Tosha at the same speed and rhythm. Tosha lifted her legs and pulled the girl’s face deeper into her crotch by the back of her head. Tosha and Prince came together as they have many times before, whether alone or with company. One time, Tosha, Kamala, Keli and Prince all climaxed at the same time. Proof that there ain't no party like a vampire party, because a vampire party don't stop. This one did right after the girl bust a creamy nut all over Prince's dick.
Playtime had officially ended and the two vampires bared their fangs and drank every drop of blood from her body.
CHAPTER 9
"Un huh. And just how do you explain this?" Kristine Musa dared as she stood over a man’s empty body in the morgue.
"I, umm..." the coroner said and swallowed hard. This time it was he who called her when he examined the man.
He was found in his own vehicle outside of a nightclub the next day. Several dead bodies where reported over the weekend like every weekend in the Atl. This was the only one with bite marks in his neck and not a single drop of body fluid left in his body. Keli sucked his neck so hard, his lungs collapsed, and eyes sunk into his head. There were clear teeth marks right through platinum jewelry he wore.
"That's right, you can't!" she gloated rubbed it in. This was the clearest case of a vampire attack that even she had seen in a while. Most older vampires knew how to conceal their kills to the untrained eye. Some even staged car accidents to cover their consumption. This told her that there was a new vampire in Atlanta. For there to be a new vampire, there had to be an old vampire, since vampires can't just turn themselves. They're not hatched nor do they just fall from the sky.
"I mean, it's um, unusual," he said not quite ready to accept vampires were real. And who could blame him.
"Not unusual for a vampire," she teased as the door came open.
"Sorry, I'm late. I—" Daniel began but got cut off and chewed out.
"No excuse! Miss Musa made it all the way from California and you're right here in the same city!" his boss fussed. His head lowered in shame since he felt guilty about hanging out in the club all night. He stayed at the release party until dawn. He meant to take a five minute power nap but it ended up taking three hours.
"Good afternoon, Daniel," Kristine said and made his raise his head once more.
"Not quite, but good afternoon to you, too," he said and noticed the body on the slab. "I just saw him."
Kristine watched intently as he turned his head and tried to place the face. Of course he looked a lot different now, flushed with death than he did vibrant with life.
"He was found in his truck outside of Club Chaos this morning," the coroner tossed in.
"I was there last night!" Daniel blurted before he could stop himself. It was a good thing he didn't get to get his excuse out since he would have contradicted it. "He was at the release party!"
"Release from prison?" the doctor asked since that's the only thing he knew black men to be released from.
"Album release. A rapper named the Dark Prince! He's a beast!" Daniel said with those same stars in his eyes. Meanwhile, Kristine mulled over his name.
"Dark Prince?" she asked outwardly but inwardly asked herself, Prince of Darkness? "Nah."
"What?" Daniel asked of her reaction.
"Nothing," she said and dismissed the silly notion of a rapping vampire. More than likely, some vampire was attracted to all of the people and made a kill. She'd seen this a lot over the years.
"Anyway, I filmed a lot of the show. You can come by later and check it out," he suggested, hoping she would. Kristine cracked a flattered smile at his persistence. She took it as a compliment since guys don't chase ugly chicks.
"Sure," she agreed since ultimately she did want to see that footage. Perhaps should could spot the vampire inside the club.
*****
"Welcome," Daniel greeted as he let Kristine inside his humble abode.
"Quaint. Reminds me of my flat in England," she lied. The man lived in a true bachelor pad with few furnishings. A futon supplied all the seating in the sparse living room. A huge flat screen was mounted on the wall directly across from it. Under it was the latest game consoles and a hundred of the latest games.
"Can I get you something to eat? Drink? I got wings and Coke," he offered hospitably.
"No thanks. I'd rather view this footage you have," she replied.
"Coming right up," he said and grabbed his phone. He synced the phone and TV via Bluetooth and hit play.
"Really dude?" Kristine said and twisted her lips at the porn on the screen.
"My bad," he said even though he meant to do it, hoping the not so subliminal message of girl riding boy backwards might turn her on. He corrected himself and pulled up the video from the show.
"Really, dude?" she repeated and laughed as the video began up Keli's skirt. He fast forwarded past her labia, Tosha's camel toe and Kamala practically naked in the sheer cat suit. Something about the girls stood out to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Them moving around while performing didn't allow her to zero in on anything.
"There!" he said and paused the video. He had to back up a few seconds and pointed to the baller who was now in a refrigerated drawer down at the morgue.
"Un huh, that's him," Kristine said as she verified the man on the screen with the pictures she took of his corpse. "Before and after in the worst way!"
"This guy's the truth!" Daniel announced, like a groupie when Prince began to rap offstage.
"God is the truth. Everything else is mediocre," she reminded. That was the truth but when Prince stepped out she felt her p
ussy twitch. The man was gorgeous and had a magnetism about him that transferred through the video. She, like all of the other women, was stuck until Prince let them go. Her lonely vagina throbbed once more when Prince looked directly at the camera. It was like he was standing. "Can I have a copy of this?"
"Sure! Did you see anything?" he asked as he set up to Bluetooth the video to her.
"No," she said emphatically even though she wasn't sure what she just saw. The only thing she was sure of was the pounding in her panties. "Do you have condoms?"
"Condoms? Yeah, tons of them. Why you—" he asked as the implications caught up with him. "Are you trying to, I mean, you wanna—"
"Can you please stop talking and undress?" she asked and led by example. Her big breasts shut him right up when they debuted in the room. He was stuck in place when the beautiful woman undressed in front of him.
"Oh!" Daniel said when his erection strained to be free and reminded him to undress. He had no idea that Prince just got him some pussy as he led her into his bedroom. The twin mattress was only big enough for either sleeping for one or fucking and that was perfect for Kristine since she didn't plan to spend the night.
"I sure hope you know what you're doing?" Kristine sighed when they settled on his bed. She didn't get much dick since she was too busy hunting vampires.
"Um, yeah!" he said a little more confidently then he felt. He too was pretty busy with work and college. He got lucky here and there but his last “there” was a while ago.
They tried kissing but it was clinical and weird, so they quickly abandoned it. She reached down and gave his dick an inquisitive squeeze, then worked him inside of her. It only took a few strokes for her to realize he wouldn't be able to take her where she was trying to go.
"Okay, stop. Up. On your back," he ordered and took charge. She mounted the man and reached back to put him back inside of her. He had the right size and girth but couldn't work what she needed to be worked. She wiggled and rock until she found her stroke.
"That is better," Daniel had to admit once she got going. He caught on that a rhythm is needed for the stroke to be right. "I think I can—"
"Hush!" she insisted and closed her eyes. She locked eyes with Prince once more, inside her mind and rode. He rode, rocked, and even rolled as an intense orgasm began to slowly build. It started as a tingle in her toes and crept up to her knees. Her thighs tightened and her walls began to contract. Daniel knew what was happening and hoped she would hurry up. A man’s orgasm isn't as delicate and deliberate as a woman. It's sudden, impulsive, explosive and was fastly approaching.
"There we go!" she announced with the last three strokes that put her over the edge.
"Argh!" Daniel grunted and sent spurts of wayward babies up into the latex where they could do no harm.
There is a moment right after a mutual climax that hearts make decisions without consulting with the rest of the faculties. Kristine knew that too and rolled off of Daniel and his bed. She wanted no parts of any relationship with anyone so she rushed into his bathroom and under the shower.
"Hole up, I'll join you," Daniel called out from the bed. He basked in the glow of busting a good nut a little too long and she was finished.
"No time for all of that," she declared as she came back out. Joint showers are for couples and she was very much single. The good nut gave her the strength to last until her next moment of weakness.
"I, okay. Well, call me—" he was saying until she rushed from his apartment. The shower could wait so he drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 10
"Keli!" Prince roared when he watched the news report of the dead guy at the club. He noticed her slip off and return while he performed and knew she was the culprit.
"Uh oh!" she said when she heard her name boom throughout the house. She knew she was in trouble and hopped up to go face the music. After changing into something to help her case.
"Tell me you didn't drink that man at the club?" he dared before he noticed her nakedness.
"Huh?" she asked and struck a pose. Prince just shook his head and pulled her on the bed. He took out his frustrations between her legs until they were both satisfied.
"Some punishment! I need to be more disobedient myself then," Tosha quipped when she came in just after they both came.
"No, you all must learn to control yourselves! We're going on a national tour and can't leave a trail of bodies everywhere we go," Prince explained.
"Why not? Whose to stop us?" Kamala asked. The other girls turned their heads to hear the answer as well. No one had to tell them that they were atop the food chain. Humans were their food and there was nothing they could do to stop them. As far as they knew that is.
"Because I said so!" he barked just as his mother had decades before in this very room. He was happy to hear the doorbell ring so he could change the subject.
"I'll get it!" Keli sang since she always aimed to please.
"It's Meech, so don't eat him," Prince called after her.
"I wouldn't eat Meech!" she laughed and went to let him in. They were all very fond of Meech for believing in them. She unlocked the door and stepped back to avoid any sunlight that might seep in.
"Hey, Kel. Dayum!" Meech greeted when he saw her in her birthday suit.
"Hey yaself," she giggled and pushed the door closed. "Follow me."
I should have hit that, Meech thought again as her round ass cheeks jiggled in front of him. He was pretty sure Prince was fucking all three of them. He was right too, but had no idea he fucked them all, all day and most of the night. Vampires are insatiable creatures and absolute slaves to their desires.
"Sup, Meech. What's good?" Prince asked. A waste of breath since his guest was stuck on all the ass and ttties in the room.
"I, I umm. Shit, I forgot!" he admitted. The Princesses got a kick out of him and moved provocatively.
"Sales report? Tour?" Prince reminded and got him going again.
"Oh yeah!" he remembered and delivered the news he came with. "You're number one in hip hop downloads and streaming!"
"As I should be," he gloated since being a vampire doesn't prevent hubris.
"They are projected to go number one in R and B when they're released," Meech said and looked between Kamala's open legs. "And the tour starts Friday!"
"We ready!" Prince cheered. He was ready for the world but was the world ready for him!
*****
The tour began in their hometown of Atlanta, then shot up North for shows in New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia. They killed both on and off the stage in each city. Prince packed a supply of plasma but they still selected male and female groupies to feed on after the after party. By the time they reached the Midwest, they left a trail of empties and a pattern. Kristine Musa was an expert on picking up patterns.
"Mmhm!" Kristine hummed in agreement with her nodding head. She was in the Germantown section of Philly looking at a gruesome crime scene.
"Four women were attacked by a pack of wild dogs," the lead detective advised as he showed her the gory crime scene.
"Hyena probably," Kristine offered sarcastically. One such wild dog wandered by and got chased off by a feral cat. "Whew, that was close!"
"Ha ha, vampire lady. I'd believe a pack of hyena over a DM vampire any day!" he shot back. He had been warned the “vampire lady” would he coming when the odd murders were entered into the database.
Kristine knew this was far worse than just a vampire. Worse than even a pack of hyena. This was a pack of vampires, and that was something she'd never seen before. She had heard about packs of vampires and how vicious they could be.
"They're coming back to back," she mumbled to herself as she investigated the crime scene. She had just come from New Jersey and New York and saw the same thing. There was a pattern but she couldn't put her finger on it. Instead, she put her finger on her phone and called her trusty sidekick. Daniel checked in everyday with his findings but also because he was hopelessly in love after their hoo
kup.
"Hey, babe. I—"
"Kristine," she interjected like she had to do any time he used a pet name. She was not babe, boo, sweetie or sugar lumps.
"Okay, Kristine," he relented and sighed. "Anyway, how's Philly? I started to fly up to catch the Dark Prince concert. He's been killing it!"
"Has he?" she asked to let him get it out. Once he finished “fan boy-ing” over the rapper they could get down to business.
"Yes! Packed shows in New York, New Jersey and—"
"Philly? In that order?" she shouted as a pattern came to light.
"Um..." Daniel paused to double check even though he was pretty sure. "Yeah. New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia."
"Where are the next? Tonight!" she demanded.
"Um, next show is in Clev— I mean Cincinnati on Saturday," he decided. Kristine paused at the pause in his reply. There was no reason for the lie that usually accompanies such pauses, so she let it go.
"Okay. Keep your ears and eyes open. I'll call you from Cincinnati!" she blurted as goodbye and clicked off.
"No, I'll see you in Cincinnati," he corrected. "But first, I have a little stop in Cleveland!"
*****
"I'm hungry!" Keli pouted as the tour bus rolled into Cleveland Ohio.
"Well run out and grab someone to eat!" Tosha fussed. It was broad daylight outside of the blacked out bus so she knew she wasn't going anywhere.
Prince maintained his discipline but the girls had none. Even he knew it was becoming a problem by the time they reached Ohio. He could only hope to hold on because they stood to make millions more on the tour. If they could could finish, that is.
"Look!" Kamala cheered excitedly and thrust her phone under Prince's nose. Their debut album had shot to the top of the R and B charts just as expected.
"As it should be! We rule the world," Prince nodded arrogantly. Jay-A said it best that “Fame is the worst drug known to man” and Prince was feeling himself.
"We do, daddy," Tosha purred and slid up next to him.
"Cut it out. All of you!" Prince ordered as he heard the malicious thoughts bouncing around in their heads. All three had been inseparable since Dora the explorer lunch boxes and panties. Now they all had thoughts of killing each other and going solo.