by Sa'id Salaam
CHAPTER 15
"This should have worked! Why didn't this work!" Kristine fussed as she went over her formula, line by line and it was thousands of lines. She had run every test known to man and vampire on Daniel's blood and it was human. Not a trace of the virus that turns people into the undead. She repeated her test on the vial of known vampire blood and it killed it dead. There was now just one more vial of pure vampire blood courtesy of the Dark Prince.
"This should have worked!" she demanded once more. She had been cooped up in her Atlanta hotel for over a week doing nothing more than working on the cure. Pure frustrated desperation led her to pull up the rarely used video chat on the computer. She made sure she was fully dressed before she did. The video request was answered right away.
"What took you so long?" Prince asked with an arrogant laugh that made Kristine click right back off.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" she fussed and cussed since she knew she needed him. The last week was spent going around in circles and she was no closer to solving the riddle. She let out a deep sigh and clicked the Dark Prince right back into her life.
"Yes?" he asked but turned down the hubris. Just a little because not much could be done with the sly smirk on his face. She would live with it so she moved on.
"I need your help," she blurted since it was the only way to get it out. Asking him to help her find a cure for himself was like asking the devil how to get to paradise.
"Yeah, you look a little uptight. Okay, take your middle finger and make small circles around your clitoris. Then—"
"Not with that!" she shrieked from embarrassment. Especially since that was the one distraction she did allow herself since she turned recluse. "I can take care of that very well. Thank you very much!"
"The formula, I assume. I guess you got ahold to one of these amateurs running around here," he said.
"Something like that and it doesn't work! He still died!" she shouted in frustration.
"Meet me at S and S Chicken and Waffles. You know the place? On Peachtree. On the patio in case you try some funny business," Prince laughed like he was afraid of her. He chose an open area so she wouldn't be afraid of him. Unnecessary since she wasn't afraid of anything. The type of gallantry that can work for or against a person.
"I'm not meeting you anywhere!" Kristine spat indignantly. She opened her mouth to say more, but the screen went dead. "Did he hang up? Ugh!"
"Wait for it," Prince chuckled and watched his screen. A second later, the disheveled vampire hunter clicked back on. "Yes?"
"Okay. I'll meet you. S and S on Peachtree. Give me ten minutes," she conceded.
"Let's make it an hour. So you can make yourself presentable," Prince said with that arrogant smile pasted on his handsome face.
"No, he didn't!" Kristine said as she stood from her computer. She caught a glimpse of herself with her hair all over her head and looking a mess overall. Her eyes had dark bags under them and her thick lips looked dry and cracked.
"Hmph!" she huffed. That didn't mean he was right, but she still rushed into her bathroom and under the shower. Kristine bathed and groomed herself. She shaved her long legs then moved up to her pubes. Her underarms were last and she stepped out feeling refreshed. The water curled her naturally curly hair a little more. She tucked it into a bun and picked out something to wear.
"Um, this is not a date!" she scolded herself and put the sexy dress she selected back on the rack. A pair of khaki pants got the call along with a pair of comfortable flats. Last was a polo type shirt to play down her big breast. It was a good idea but her nipples still poked out in defiant anticipation. "Down, girls!"
Kristine grabbed her laptop with her formula and findings and rushed towards the door. She stopped just short of leaving and turned back. She picked up a syringe of her solution and headed back out. She didn't have to put her pistol in her purse since she kept it in her purse at all times. A few minutes later, she arrived at the popular eatery.
"Almost forgot you were a rapper," she said when she saw the group of groupies fluttering around like tattooed butterflies. It butterflies wore booty shorts that is. Prince signed autographs on napkins and titties. He felt her presence and lifted his head as she crossed the street towards him.
Enough, Prince suggested and the girls dispersed immediately. He waited as Kristine navigated through the interior of the restaurant and made her way out onto the patio.
"As salaamu alaykum," he greeted and stood. He pulled her chair like a perfect gentleman and allowed her to sit.
"Wa alaykum as salaam. Why do you greet me in Arabic?" she wondered.
"Your name. It's Arabic. Musa is the name of—" he began until she jumped in.
"The prophet Moses. Peace be upon him. Did you know him?" she answered and asked.
"No, I'm not quite that old!" he laughed and showed another side of him. The genuine charm he once possessed when he was human.
"How old are you?" she asked and guessed early twenties in her head.
"Twenty-one forever, plus fifty something human years. So no, I didn't know Moses but I did know Doctor Martin Luther King," he said with a pride she could feel from across the table. She knew the name but wasn't American, so it didn't hold the same weight as a prophet. Still she listened as he relayed the events of his seventy plus years on the planet.
"Haiti has always been a hotbed of vampire activity. I've been there several times. There's an extremely dangerous and very elusive vampire there named—"
"Katrina. Yes, I know her very well. She is dead," Prince jumped in.
"She is!" Kristine shouted in awe. "How? She was so powerful!"
"A vampire more powerful than her came along. He came for me too in Cleveland," he said slowly and let her catch up.
“He's the one I injected!" she recalled.
"He's the one who nearly killed you!" Prince reminded. He commenced to scolding her like a big brother would.
"I nearly killed him, as well! I could have changed him back," she shot back. "If my formula had worked. Why won't it work?"
"It works. I'm sure you've tried it in your lab. With my blood?" he asked.
"And it works. But when I try on a real vampire, they die," she whined.
"That's because they don't want it to work. They have to repent in their soul before it will work," he explained. Over the years, many of the vampires he killed had willingly given in. "They knew their souls were doomed to hell if they didn't repent."
"Interesting," she nodded and retrieved the syringe from her purse. "Let's try it. Repent, and let me inject you."
"Nah. I'm having too much fun!" Prince laughed. He wouldn't admit to how many times he wished he could be normal again. "Besides, Butta is coming back. I have to be ready."
"If he killed Katrina he'll kill you, too!" she urged like she cared. She heard it, too, but didn't try to clean it up. The man across the table from her was gorgeous. She wouldn't mind him being human not one bit.
"I'll be okay. I'm pretty powerful myself," Prince said with some of that arrogance coming back. "Why don't you let me turn you? Hang out with me for a couple centuries. You can reverse it any time you like because it works. Your solution works!"
"And kill people for food? Leave littered corpse for little girls to find when they come home from school?" Kristine asked. A single tear dropped from her eye, but she angrily knocked it away before it could run down her lovely face.
"Think about it. Butta is coming for you, too. Probably first!" Prince reminded and stood. He stifled a smile when she shot a glance down at his crotch.
"And I'll finish what I started when he does!" she shot back defiantly and stood. She stifled a blush at the sexy scan he ran over her body. He made her feel like a woman. They locked eyes for a full minute before speaking again.
Prince could have easily went inside of her head but didn't need to. Kristine was a woman and her feelings were written all over her face.
"Well, I'll see you later," Prince stated as a fact.
CHAPTER 16
"I'm back!" Butta sang when his plane began to descend in Atlanta. He was feeling stronger and knew it was time to take care of the Dark Prince once and for all. He had plans for this so-called vampire hunter who almost killed him. He could still feel the effects of the silver she shot him up with.
Butta was pretty well off too from his own career as a rapper. Plus, he was a vampire and could do anything he wanted to. That included making people give him money if they wanted to or not. Even that had been a little cloudy after Kristine injected him with whatever she injected him with. He still had trouble getting into people's head to read their thoughts. It was like someone channel surfing with images flicking by.
He knew his strength came from finding and killing other vampires. If he couldn't find some, he would just turn some. He planned to pay Janice a visit in South Carolina, but she wasn't alive.
"Well, hello," a woman greeted and smiled when the plane came to a stop at the gate. Butta had reached over her to retrieve his bag from the overhead bin and found his body pressed against her backside.
"Hello there, yourself," he smiled back and commanded his body to erect an erection.
"Ooh lala!" she giggled when she felt the wood throbbing against her. Butta noticed the scarf tied around her neck and wondered if it was a hickie or bite marks from a vampire.
"You're coming with me, young lady," he invited. She gave a girlish giggle and followed him off the plane.
"Mica," she introduced so he wouldn't have to call her young lady. She was quite impressed when they reached the car he kept in the long-term lot. "Ooh lala!"
"You think that's something, look at this," he said and leaned back to whip out the wood.
"It is nice!" she marveled and leaned over. Her head bobbed as he pulled up to the cashier to pay for his parking.
"Two hundred, oh my!" the woman gasped when she saw the blowjob in motion. Butta just laughed and handed over his credit card. She ran the card and passed it and the receipt back while trying not to see what was going on in the front seat. The slurps and gagged made that hard to do.
"Thank you," he chuckled and pulled away. He barely made it to 285 before Mica got him off. She leaned back for the trip into the city.
Butta kept a mansion in the Hollywood hills when he was on the West coast and another in the Hamptons when he was in New York. When in Atlanta he kept a midtown loft.
"I'll just bring my bag," Mica suggested when they arrived. Just in case the handsome older man wanted her to stay for a while.
"Sure, cuz you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said and led her inside. He wasted no time and led her straight to his room. He set the tone and began to undress.
Mica followed suite and it was obvious she liked an audience. She made a big show of removing her blouse and traced her lacy bra with manicured fingers. She reached around and unhooked her bra and set the picture perfect breast free. They were so firm they didn't budge when she removed the bra. He knew they were new when she looked down and admired them as well. Butta knew something was wrong when she left her scarf off.
"Let's see what you working with," Butta said and squinted. He expected to see some hickies or even a vampire bite. What he didn't expect to see was the Adam’s Apple that meant she was a he. "What the—"
"You knew," Ella said and twisted his lips. Butta shot his glance down to lump in his panties.
"Knew what? You're not a girl?" he demanded hotly.
"Yes. I am a girl. I'm in transition. Got the top done. All I need now is the bottom," he said calmly. A low growl emitted from Butta as the man stepped out of his panties.
"You're a boy?" Butta exploded and snatched him off his feet by his throat. He lifted him up and bit his whole package complexly off. He spit it aside and slammed him down to the floor. The plan to turn him went out the window and Butta just watched him bleed out. He stuffed his stuff back in his mouth and drug him back out to his car.
Butta put what was left of him, or her now, into his trunk and went back into the night. He still needed to feed and still needed to turn another vampire for strength since he was here for a showdown with the Dark Prince. He drove over to the hoe stroll on Metropolitan Avenue and dropped off his trash while picking up two teenaged prostitutes. Young girls who were too good to work fast food, so they slung ass for fast cash. Ironically, they posted up in the parking lot of a Mrs Winners with a “Help Wanted” sign in the window.
"Come. Both of you!" Butta ordered after dumping the body in the dumpster.
"A hunnid each!" the head hoe in charge demanded before they budged. She was the spokes-hoe for the both of them.
"How about two hunnid each?" Butta asked and flashed that sexy cash. That got their fat asses in the car quicker than a magic trick to turn this trick. A few hours later, they were both thoroughly fucked and turning into vampires. Butta fucked them and sucked them before making them drink his blood. He put them in a room to ferment until they were ripe.
*****
Meanwhile, the lines between villain and vigilante had blurred when Prince went to feed. A pedophile pedagogue with a penchant for pederasty had just been acquitted of several counts against his pupils.
The man opted for a bench trial and the judge sided with his defense of “it wasn't me” over twenty victims going back twenty years. This didn't sit well with Prince, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
No one has time to figure out what the judge was thinking, so he went to him on a visit and let him explain himself for dinner. Then he would stop and see the teacher for desert.
The judge was sitting in his den enjoying a movie when Prince eased in behind. He grimaced at the filth on the screen and saw he had company beside him.
"Sho nuff!" Prince cheered at his good fortune. He lucked out and got the chance to kill two birds with one stone when he saw who was next to him. "Judge Judy and the teacher of the year!"
"Who are you! What are you doing in my house!" the judge demanded indignantly, despite the kiddie porn on the screen.
"First things first," the uninvited guest replied and threw a heavy ashtray through the flat screen mounted on the wall.
"I think I should go," the teacher said and stood to excuse himself.
"You should," Prince agreed a lopped his head completely off with his claws. It flipped in the air until he caught it.
"Oh my!" the judge declared like a southern belle when the vampire lifted the head to his mouth and drank the blood like a chalice.
"You don't mind watching children engaged in sex acts on a 80-inch screen but this offends you?" Prince asked and tossed the head aside like an empty coconut.
The old man nodded to himself and then at his decision to go for his gun. Prince shrugged and watched him scramble to get it and make sure it was loaded. He pointed and pulled the trigger, but it clicked harmlessly.
"Safety," Prince advised helpfully.
"Oh, yeah!" the judge agreed and took the safety off. He tried again and this time the trusty revolver pumped six rounds into Prince's torso. He took a step forward with every shot and stood right over the man.
"Care to reload?" Prince laughed down at him.
"What are you?" the man demanded when the same bullets he just pumped into him began to pop back out and hit the floor.
"Your judge!" he said and found the man guilty. He clamped his fangs deep into his throat and drank his fill. He tossed him on top of his friend and left them both right there. The police could explain this one however they liked when they were found. Come to find out, they were finding a lot of vampire deaths around the city as of late. Kristine was right about vampires in Atlanta. She just didn't know how right she was.
CHAPTER 17
"What do we have?" Kristine asked when she arrived at the morgue after a
n unusual violent night in the violent city. If Martin Luther King had any idea what would come of his people, he might not have died for the cause.
"You must be Miss Musa," a new coroner asked and checked her out. He would have been handsome if not for the greedy look in his eyes as he looked her up and down.
"Who are you? Where is Doctor Ford?" she asked hotly. She usually dressed down to avoid being looked at the way he was looking at her right now.
"Retired. Mental breakdown if you ask me," he shrugged, then continued. "Now I know we have had some mutilations, but don't come in here with none of that vampire shit!"
"Okay. What mutilations came in recently?" she asked with a smirk. She knew she would make a believer out of this one just like she did the last. Vampires were very real and proved themselves.
"This was found in a dumpster this morning," he said and pulled the drawer out. He pulled the sheet away and revealed what was left of Mica.
"Oh?" she reeled from the perfect breast under the Adam’s Apple. The sight of his missing meat didn't give her any pause. "Was it found?"
"In his mouth. I'm pretty sure the semen in his belly didn't come from it," he said and cracked up. "Get it? Come, cum, from him?"
"Got it. Not funny," she said and leaned in to get a closer look at the bite marks where his genitals once lived.
The doctor couldn't resist looking at the round ass in front of him. He traced her panty lines between her legs and had to cop a feel. Kristine frowned in confusion at what felt like a hand groping her bottom. She reacted when she realized that was exactly what it was.
"Haya!" she shouted and did a 360 spin and slapped a spark out of his cheek.
"Feisty!" he cheered and cheesed as he felt the welts rising on his cheek. She glanced down and saw an erection bulging in his pants.
"Touch me again and—" she began to threaten but he interrupted since he heard it all before.
"Report me? Sue me? Cry? Hash tag me, too? What, you'll kill me?" he laughed.
"No, but you'll wish you were dead. I promise you that!" she shot back. She was almost as angry with herself at the thought that popped into her head. For some reason, she thought about telling Prince about the assault.