by Sa'id Salaam
"Sho’ nuff," Prince chuckled as he read the thoughts bouncing around beneath her skull. She could control her thoughts when she was awake but had no protection from his probing while unconscious. Plus, she was fine as Prince noticed when he looked her over.
Prince saw her memories of the mother she lost to a vampire and her subsequent vendetta against his kind. She was here to destroy him, so he wasn't sure why he picked her up and headed over to the window. It was quicker to jump than wait for an elevator, so he made the leap. Prince landed twelve flights down as smoothly as a cat and took off towards the hospital. He blended with the wind and was there moments later.
"Take this empty gurney over to—" a doctor was saying until the ER door flew open. He and the orderly saw the black blur but neither could comprehend what just happened. "Anyway, take this—"
He stopped in his tracks once more when he noticed the body of a woman on the once empty gurney. The two men looked to each other for explanation but neither had one. They did have a woman near death and quickly moved to move her back to life.
Meanwhile, Prince returned and rummaged through her bag. He took notice of the weapons of his destruction. It led him back to her room where he found even more information on her mission. Dawn had crept up while he read her notes in her laptop. They explained the strange fluid in the syringe.
"This might help you out," Prince said and made a few adjustments to her formula. He took an empty syringe and filled it with the one component she was missing. Blood from a vampire.
The rest of the tour went off without a hitch with Butta and Kristine out of the picture. One was permanently disfigured and the other was fighting for her life. Both fully recovered but would be forever changed.
CHAPTER 12
"Uh oh!" one Hollywood hooker shouted when a luxury vehicle pulled onto the hoe stroll on Hollywood boulevard. She took two steps towards the Benz when a younger hooker kicked her foot and tripped her on her face. The nimble nympho hopped the downed prostitute like a hurdle at a track meet, and ran over to the car. Selling pussy is a contact sport on any hoe stroll.
"Date, mister?" she asked as she hopped her happy ass on his passenger seat. She was already in when she saw how hideous he was.
Only one of Butta's fangs would extend and his claws were out permanently. The effects of the silver hung around like a case of herpes. His days of seducing his dinner was over. He was now just a monster who hunted at night for prey. His only solution was also to turn and kill other vampires so he could regain his strength.
"I would love a date," he slurred and slobbered. He also produced the stack of hundreds that kept her from jumping right back out of the car. She had done a lot more for a whole lot less money than he extended.
The woman clutched the money and dipped into his lap as he drove. She worked her neck while he whipped in and out of traffic. The dead dick didn't even get hard but she kept on working hard. Butta drove with a purpose until he reached their spot. His next stop of the night and her last stop in this life.
"We're here," Butta announced and pulled his flaccid dick away as he got out.
"Un uh! I don't do no homes!" she protested when she realized he pulled up to his house. It was a good rule to have since women where going missing from the track every night.
Butta kept on walking and walked into his home. She could either follow him inside or take her chances with the pumas of the Hollywood hills. She decided to go into the million-dollar home instead of tangling with mountain lions.
"Hello? Mister!" she called out as she gingerly entered the mansion. Her apprehension lifted as she looked around the swanky home.
I'm gone fuck his ugly ass to death, she decided and went further inside.
"Sit," Butta directed when she reached his den. She still didn't see him but complied. He went to check on his crop while she awaited.
"Where am I?" the prostitute asked when she awoke as Butta walked into a room. She had been slinging ass on Hollywood Boulevard when she got picked up. He had several fermenting in his home every day.
"Hell!" Butta declared and attacked. She was too weak from just being dead to put up much of a fight. He clamped his mouth over her neck and let his lone fang sink into her jugular vein.
Butta felt the surge of life as he drank the blood of the new vampire. Her virgin fangs and claws extended but she would never get to use them. Butta sucked her dry and beyond and then twisted her head completely around. He stood and looked down as his dick began to harden and stretch.
"Ah yes!" he cheered as his other fang extended. He willed them up and down and they worked once again. Now it was time to put his resurgent erection back to work.
"Hey! Y'all gonna have to pay extra if there's two of you!" the woman protested when Butta walked back in on her looking like a new man. She hoped her fuss made him forget seeing her collecting trinkets from around the room and putting them in her purse and pockets.
"But of course!" he smiled and approached. She clutched the extra money he handed over before shoving himself inside of her. He lifted her by one ankle and slung the dick like a Frisbee.
Butta was generous enough to get her rocks of before biting her neck. He was already full from the vampire he just finished and only needed a sip. That's all that is needed to turn a mortal into an immortal. Using his fangs, he opened his own wrist and forced her to drink. He tossed her in the room with two others in various states of vampire fermentation. Once she was ripe, he would add her to a growing list as he bounded back from Kristine's so-called cure.
*****
Kristine woke up two days later in the same hospital Prince dropped her off. She laid there with her eyes closed and just listened for a few hours to get her bearings. She gleamed her medical condition was improved and she could he discharged soon.
"Well, hello there, young lady!" the doctor cheered when she blinked awake. The nurse rushed over to check her vitals and her bedpan.
"How are you feeling?" the woman asked as she updated her chart. According to her vital signs, she was just fine but wanted to hear it from her.
"Fine," Kristine replied despite the splitting headache. "Can I go?"
"Not so fast. You have a hairline fracture. A concussion—" the doctor warned. It was all precautionary but the answer was, no.
"How did my stuff get here?" she cut in and asked when she saw her phone and laptop bag on the bedside table.
"Your boyfriend bought them last night!" the nurse blushed and gushed.
"My who?" she asked and thought of Daniel. He must have come to town and found her. She leaned up and looked around to see if he was still here.
"Who, she says!" the woman gushed some more. "Dating the hottest rapper on the planet and she says, who?"
Kristine looked towards the doctor for help but he just shrugged. He preferred Punjabi music to hip hop, so it didn't register with him. Luckily for the woman, she had secured a selfie and pulled it up on her phone. The nurse was all smiles while Kristine frowned in confusion.
"He brought my laptop?" she asked as she looked at the smiling nurse hugged up with the Dark Prince. He peered directly into her soul even through the photograph.
"And your car keys. Said everything is in there," the woman relayed. What she didn't relay was the sloppy blow job she gave him in the bathroom.
"Hmph," Kristine wondered since the “everything” she brought along was everything she needed to kill vampires. "Can I have my laptop?"
"Sure. Just rest up and you may be able to go home in a day or two," the doctor answered when the nurse deferred the question to him.
Kristine turned her computer so no one could see the encrypted login she used. It only got her as far as the iris scan that led her to the fingerprint scan. Once the biometric security was satisfied, she entered the nickname her father gave her so she would be allowed entry.
“Choo-choo” she typed and smiled at the distant memories she had of the man.
"What the—" she gasped, causing a react
ion in the machines she was still hooked up to. They beeped and whirled in concert with her shock as she slammed the laptop closed again.
"What's wrong!" the nurse asked in near panic as he vitals went haywire.
"Nothing. Excuse me," Kristine said as she instantly regained her cool. The nurse frowned at the equipment and blamed it for the glitch. No one can go from zero to a hundred and back to zero in five seconds.
"Buzz if you need help with anything," the woman offered as she left the room.
"Sure," she lied since the nurse certainly couldn't help her with her problems. She eased the laptop open again and came face to face with a vampire. Kristine lifted her chin to show she wasn't afraid and pressed play on the frozen video on the screen.
"As salaamu alaykum, Miss Musa. You are a very interesting lady. I am quite impressed!" Prince began. He paused to let her process him being in her computer, then continued.
"I know why you are doing what you're doing. I am sorry about your mother, but I don't want you to end up like her. I feed on the disposables, unessentials, superfluous, superficial people."
"No such thing!" she fussed at the screen.
"I knew you would say that!" he laughed and made her check to see if they were live. They were not and he went on. "Notice the world hasn't paused for any of them. Not a one. Now, I looked over your formula and made a few changes. I don't know if you're on to something or not, but I did fix a few obvious errors in your design."
"I didn't make any errors! It's just a matter of dosage. Once I figure that out—"
"I knew you would say that, too!" he laughed. A deep resonating laugh that vibrated her lady parts. Kristine blushed at her own reaction and continued to listen. "I left you a present. To help you help me. Now, for a little entertainment..."
Kristine felt helpless against the hypnotic pull when he ordered her to put her hand between her legs. She spread her thighs as commanded and began to massage her vagina. It soon soaked her fingers when she parted her labia and found her swollen clit.
"Ssss!" Kristine hissed. She followed directions and turned on the video chat to a live feed of Prince. He had a pair of her panties in his hand as Kamala bobbed and gagged as she pleasured him while watching her pleasure herself.
"Will you cum for me?" Prince asked in that deep baritone voice of his. He turned off his hypnosis so she could stop if she wanted to.
"Yesss. Mmhm, yes!" she moaned and pressed on. The squishing of her sopping wet pussy echoed in the otherwise quiet room. Soon her soft whimpers sang backup to her vagina.
"Can I see?" he asked, using just his charm. It was enough for her to tilt the screen to show her vagina. He was thoroughly impressed with her pretty, plump, pinkness.
"See? Mmm!" Kristine moaned again. Her legs bucked as an intense orgasm shook her soul. Prince grunted and filled Kamala's mouth as quickly as she could swallow.
"That was our first time cumming together. It will not be our last," Prince said. He ended with a stern warning, "Don't end up like your mother."
"Shit!" Kristine fussed when he clicked away from the live feed. She snatched her hand out of her wet snatch and dried her fingers on the sheet. Her next stop was her formulas to see what he had changed. The scowl on her face began to relax once she read what he wrote. "This just might work? Now all I need is a vampire!"
Kristine was discharged the next day and found her car parked in the lot. She was shocked to see everything was still there. Besides the panties, he took as a trophy all her devices to kill his kind were in tact. She also found two vials of blood. Vampire blood.
CHAPTER 13
Daniel wasn't used to being such a chick magnet but that's exactly what he had become since becoming a vampire. He found out the perils of daylight the hard way in the week since he awoke. Now he too prowled the night in search of prey. The easiest prey was found in the nightclubs of Atlanta. He stalked them like a beast of prey does a watering hole in the wild.
"Hey!" a perky white girl sang and bounced as he stepped into the club. He chose this particular club tonight since it had a reputation for multinationals partying together in harmony.
He was in a ghetto club the night before and drank his fill once a shootout in the parking lot left several patrons leaking on the pavement. That only filled one lust, so tonight he sought to fill another.
"Hey ya’self, beautiful!" he said with his newfound charm. He extended an elbow to escort her to the bar for a drink. Several actually since alcohol thins out the blood and allows it to flow smoothly. Not that Daniel was a smooth vampire. He was not. In fact, he was becoming quite the savage.
They posted up at the bar and exchanged names. They went from total strangers to Daniel and Mandy. A few drinks later, they were kissing on the bar stool while he played in her pussy under the short skirt she wore. She came to get laid, so she didn't bother wearing any panties.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested. Come to find out, playing in the pussy is just as effective as hypnosis.
"Let's before I cum all over your fingers! Only you have to eat my pussy!" she demanded. Many of her one-night stands ended up one sided. She wanted to make sure she got off, too, so she made sure to get off first.
"Oh, I definitely plan to eat the pussy!" he said with a sinister laugh as he led her from the club.
Mandy was a generous thot and leaned over to blow him while he drove. Daniel circled his block twice until he skeeted on her tonsils. He rushed her upstairs and into his bedroom. He kept his word and dipped below her waist. He twirled his tongue around her tight twat like a blender. She quickly returned the favor and came in his mouth. Daniel rushed up her body and plunged inside of her.
"Wait, you have to put on a rubber!" she protested in rhythm with his rough stroke.
"Don't worry. You can't catch what I have," he assured her. She kept on protesting and he kept on stroking. All was forgotten when she bust a nut on his bare dick. He snatched out at the last second and bust on her stomach.
"Thank you," she sighed as she leaned up and watched him paint her stomach with come.
"I still wanna eat your pussy," he explained. His fangs slowly came down as he kissed between her legs. He planted a loud kiss on her to wet labia before biting the entire mound of flesh completely away.
Mandy let out such a high-pitched scream only dogs could hear it. Scooby Doo was nowhere in sight and her ass was in trouble. He gulped down her lips and leaned into the resulting gush of blood. The woman slipped into a state of shock as she was drained completely dry by the vampire.
"Refreshing!" Daniel said after he finished his meal. He showered the sex and violence away and got dressed once more. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, he slipped Mandy's empty shell out to his car. He drove her over to the hood and dumped her in a dumpster. She would be found just like the others and they were beginning to add up.
*****
"You guys killed it!" Meechie cheered when Prince and the girls returned to Atlanta. As frugal as he and Angela were, they were set for life. Even before royalties and other income began pouring in.
"You can say that again!" Keli snickered. She managed to make and murder two vampires while away on the road. One was a security guard, the other a male groupie who followed the group. More importantly, she managed to keep Prince out of her head.
"Good to be home," Prince sighed. Vampire or no vampire, being on tour is a lot of work. He couldn't wait to sleep in his own bed and hunt in his own city.
"Well rest up, cuz we got fifty dates set up overseas!" Meech cheered with dollar signs in his eyes. Not for himself, but to keep his word to make his client rich and famous.
"Cool," Prince nodded as he went inside Meechie's mind. All he saw was good inside of the man. Especially with the malicious thoughts Tosha had while looking at Kamala. Kamala smiled and wished death upon her, as well. He was used to that, but it was Keli who made him frown. He got nothing when he peeked inside her frontal lobe where the immediate thoughts are kept. He wasn'
t a betting vampire but if he was, his money would be on her.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow at the station," their manager said and stood.
"What happens tomorrow? At the station?" Prince asked since it was the first he heard of it.
"They wanna interview you on the morning show!" he gushed like the big deal it was.
"I don't do mornings. Not yet—" Prince said and thought about his long term goals. He would one day be a day walker and walk around freely by day or night.
"Yeah, I forgot y'all be partying all night and sleeping all day! I'll see how we can get it done!" Meech said like the good manager he was becoming. His phone, inbox, DM and email were all full of prospective clients wanting him to make them a star.
"I'll walk him out," Keli suggested once the meeting wrapped up.
"We want to see him again," Prince reminded. Everyone laughed except Meech since he wasn't a vampire and didn't get the vampire humor. He laughed anyway just to fit in and let Keli walked him out.
Dang I wanna fuck you!' Meech thought beneath his smile as they headed to the door.
"You can, you know?" Keli replied out loud when she realized she could now hear thoughts.
"Can what?" Meech frowned fearful that he had thought aloud.
"Fuck me. You just said you wanna fuck me. You can. Let's hook up sometime. Just don't let Prince and the other girls know," she offered.
"O—okay," he stammered unsurely. Every man will eventually be tested in their life and relationships. She pressed her fine frame against his chubby one and stuffed her tongue down his throat. Meech felt his knees buckle from getting so hard so quickly. It was all he could do to pull away and rush out of the house. He sped home to fuck his girl and saved his life.
*****
"Answer your phone!" Kristine fussed as Daniel's phone just rang. It ended up at his voicemail but she still refused to leave a message. Instead, she sped over to the morgue to chew him out in person.
She hadn't heard a word from him since he lied about the tours next stop. Now she had several possible vampire attacks in his own city and he hadn't reached out to her. Deep in her heart, she expected the worse. If he ran into Prince in Cleveland, he was already dead or worse.