Dreamleaf Blues (The Book Wielder Saga)

by Sean Davies

  “Why are you kissing him?” she sobbed as blood run down her angelic face. “I thought you liked kissing me?”

  Seth caught the falling joint mid-air and Genevieve yelped, smacking into a bar stall and falling to the floor.

  The leader of the Golden Fangs chuckled as he watched her frantic attempts to get back up. “Yep, she’s gonna fit right in around here,” he said proudly.

  “What an embarrassment,” Scythe sighed, and helped Genie back on her feet. “You are so paying for that dress.”

  Genevieve said nothing and looked around the room wildly. The hallucinations were only getting worse and she was frozen with terror.

  Seth waved his hand in front of Genevieve’s face. “You in there, gorgeous?”

  “She drank some of my Artravenia,” Scythe explained. “A lot of my Artravenia.”

  Seth studied the paralysed Vampire and laughed. “The new chick knows how to cut loose. We better give her a nudge, though.”

  “Do we have to?” Scythe grumbled.

  “Now, now.” He waved his finger in the Mage’s face rudely. “Stop this jealously crap, it’s a real turn-off.”

  Scythe sulked but knew better than to respond, and Seth headed to the bar. He returned to Genevieve with a palm full of Rushdust and held it under the panic-stricken girl’s nose.

  As Genie inhaled, she took in a massive amount of the magical narcotic, causing her to cough and accidentally inhale even more of the substance.

  The terrifying visions vanished, and Genevieve’s eyes darted around madly as her troubles returned to the back of her mind. She fidgeted awkwardly as the world around her appeared to slow down, and it would have bored her but the flashing red pulses in her vision kept her entertained. Genie had done Rushdust several times with Annabelle and knew that the drug would make her extremely impatient, jittery, and hyperactive.

  “You’re looking better,” Seth sniggered. “What the fuck were you seeing?”

  “Nothing, nothing, nothing at all. Thanks for the pick me up, boss-man,” Genie said quickly while moving up and down on her tiptoes repeatedly.

  “Don’t mention it.” Seth snorted the remnants of the Rushdust from his hands and went back to smoking his joint. “After your handy work tonight, I consider you to be one of my best. Smart, strong, sexy as sin…”

  “Careful, you’ll upset your girlfriend!” Genie sniggered childishly.

  “Scythe ain’t my girlfriend,” he whispered loudly, “but she is fantastically filthy in bed. Definitely a keeper.”

  “Naughty, naughty,” Genie whispered back. She glanced over at Scythe and studied her figure. “She has got one hell of a body; shame she’s such a bitch.”

  Seth watched Genie appraising the Mage and made a satisfied noise. “You should really join us some time. I reckon you and her could grow quite close under the right circumstances…”

  “You are bad, naughty boss-man!” Genevieve poked him on the nose playfully. “I really should file a sexual harassment report to the Golden Fang human resources department!” she added, giggling.

  “That department’s run by me, too,” Seth said raising his eyebrows.

  “Oh, then I am fucked,” Genie sighed comically.

  Seth put his arms around her waist. “That’s what I’m hoping.”

  “Are you done with that joint?” Genie asked airily. “Or can you get me another? I need something!”

  Seth shook his head. “Stay off that stuff for a bit. Artravenia and Dreamleaf don’t mix well with the blues.”

  “Grab me some Rush and a beer then, boss-man,” Genevieve said, heading for the dancefloor. “I need to dance to this song, like, right now!” she shouted far too loudly.

  Genie couldn’t tell how long she’d spent in the bar, but she’d danced with Seth, made a drunken peace with Scythe that ended in hugs and overly emotional tears, and played a multitude of drinking games with the Golden Fangs. At some point she’d slinked away to find Gaius, even though everyone had already told her several times over that he was either out working or doing stuff ‘she wouldn’t want to know about’. Somehow, she arrived at the library with a beer in each hand.

  “Chloe!” Genie called. “Little miss Book Wielder, are you there?!”

  “I’m in here working,” Chloe’s tired voiced yelled back from her room.

  Genevieve staggered to the other side of the library, knocking into bookshelves and ruffling Chloe’s artwork as she went.

  Genevieve saw that the young Book Wielder was in her Alchemy lab, roasting Nightmare Nettle in a large crucible while trying to stir several messy bowls simultaneously. Her curly hair had been tied back in a bushy ponytail and her casual clothes were covered in stains.

  Chloe gave her a quick look between jobs. “You look smashed.”

  “Well it isshh my party,” Genie said. “Why didn’t you come?”

  “No one told me,” Chloe replied bitterly. “I did get given a ton of work, though. Ingredients to sort, Dreamleaf to make, then Rushdust and potions with whatever’s left afterwards. So, why are you getting a party?”

  “I killed one of you tonight,” Genie said, putting on deep voice. “A Book Wielder. Sliced his head right off… swoosh!” she said, slashing at the air with an imaginary blade.

  “I guess that’s where these extra reagents came from,” Chloe sighed.

  Genie looked surprised. “You’re not pissed?”

  Chloe shrugged. “It’s not like we’re all in one big Book Wielder club. I’m a bit shocked that you killed someone, though – you didn’t seem the type.”

  “I know, right!” Genevieve exclaimed. “Now I’m a cold-blooded killer, same as all these other gold-lovin’ motherfuckers.”

  The young redhead stopped working and gave Genie a concerned look. “Are you okay? You know, apart from the fact you’re completely wasted?”

  “Yeah, I’m great!” Genie cheered. “Just a Vampire doing Vampire things with my cool gang broskis.” She thrust a bottle of beer towards Chloe. “Here, have a drink.”

  “Sorry, I don’t really drink, being fourteen and all…” Chloe said, giving Genevieve a funny look.

  “Pfft, me and Annabelle were drinking way before that age,” Genie said with an eye roll, but the very mention of Anna’s name sent pain shooting throughout her entire being.

  “Oh, how’s the search going?” Chloe asked, as she quickly threw some cannabis and water into one of the bowls. “Did you find her?”

  “No,” Genevieve said sadly, “and I’m never going to.”

  Chloe stopped in her tracks and her face dropped. “Shit, does that mean…?”

  “I’d better leave you to your work,” Genevieve sighed gloomily. “I’ll see you around.”

  “Okay, well if you need to talk, I’m here,” Chloe said kindly.

  Genie nodded and then left the library. She finished both beers and slung them on the ground as she made her way down to the ground floor. Genevieve desperately needed cheering up, and she knew just the girls to do it.

  Genevieve shuffled down the nearest stairwell, bumping past two gang members who were kissing and groping each other greedily, and made her way to the dungeon.

  She could hear shouting and boisterous laughter long before she opened the door, and Genevieve smirked when she imagined how many people were getting laid on the other side of the old reinforced wood. However, when she opened the door, her face twisted into a furious scowl.

  Kaylie, Varsara, Tanesha, and several other girls were all in various stages of undress, some appearing to have had their clothes torn open, and they were being slapped around and fucked roughly against the bars of their rooms by a group of rowdy Golden Fangs.

  “Hey, get the fuck off them!” Genie yelled, but she was completely ignored.

  She walked over to the nearest man and tore him away from the poor girl he was crushing against the iron bars as he ploughed into her. Genevieve kneed the confused thug in his privates and sent him sprawling with an uppercut to his jaw.
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  The other men in the dungeon stopped their carnal chaos, put their dicks away, and advanced angrily towards Genevieve.

  “What the fuck ya doing?!” one of them shouted as he squared up to Genie with his chest pumped outwards.

  Without replying, Genevieve head-butted the man and knocked him to the floor. The others began rushing towards her, and she went to draw her Katana but grasped dumbly at thin air.

  “Oh, crap.” Genie curled her lip and began dodging attacks.

  Genie was ridiculously intoxicated, but luckily for the freshly formed Vampire, her opponents were just as drunk and stoned as she was. She moved out of the path of fists and feet alike, dodging and parrying clumsily, and she was glad Gaius wasn’t there to see her poor performance.

  One Werewolf grew larger, splitting its clothing, and fur started spreading over its body. Genevieve saw the impending danger, knocked out a nearby Mage with a lightning-fast jab, and charged towards the beast before he could change fully. The half-transformed brute lurched forward, and Genevieve was forced to remember her recent near-death experience at the hands of a Werewolf Brutebeast. She slid underneath its legs and kicked upwards, hoping that a sharp boot to the balls would stop the man in his tracks, but if anything the attack only hastened the Werewolf’s transformation. A Vampire lunged towards her as soon as she jumped to her feet, and she rebounded off the Werewolf’s growing back and kicked out with both legs. The Vampire went flying and Genevieve turned around, leapt onto the transforming Werewolf’s back, and began clobbering it in the head. Soon, the man shrank in stature and flopped onto the floor.

  “Goldfang’s gonna hear about this, you psycho bitch!” one of the men, another yellow-eyed Werewolf, yelled while helping his comrades to their feet.

  “I’m so scared,” Genevieve said sarcastically. She dug through her handbag until she found her purse, pulled out most of the money Gaius had given her, and threw it at the men. “These girls are mine for the night, so you make sure the rest of the gang knows that Genevieve ‘the shhlayer’ has hired this dungeon… room… place for a private party, for the whole night! Got it?!”

  Those that were still conscious scooped up the Credit notes, and lifted or dragged their injured friends out of the dungeon.

  The Werewolf that Genevieve had beaten in the head snarled at her as he passed. “This ain’t over, bitch.”

  “This ain’t over, bitch,” Genie imitated childishly. “Jog the fuck on! Go on!”

  Genie slammed the door behind her and saw that all the working girls were looking at her in stunned silence.

  “You got stuff in here, right?” Genevieve said, holding herself up on some cell bars. “Booze, drugs… snack food?”

  The room remained silent, but Tanesha quickly discarded the remnants of her ripped lingerie, entered her room, and re-emerged with two bottles of champagne.

  “Reserved for the high-roller VIP types,” the confident naked Vampire said musingly as she approached Genevieve. “Which I guess is you for the night, Genie-girl.”

  The tanned Vampire shook the bottles and then flicked out the corks with her nails, pointing the bottles towards Genevieve and spraying her with a fountain of frothy champagne while laughing madly. The whole room erupted with laughter and cheering, and someone turned a radio on while others fetched more beverages and narcotics, and soon the dungeon was its own self-contained party.

  Genevieve had shrieked at first, but quickly recovered and began sampling the liquid from her soaking wet hands. “Scythe is going to be so pissed, this is her dress.”

  “I know,” Tanesha smiled slyly. “I recognised it.”

  “We have like, a truce or something now, so I gotta be nice,” Genie explained while nodding her head far too much.

  “Goddesses, you are hammered, aren’t you?” Tanesha chuckled. “But it was a really nice thing you did for us there.”

  “It’s not right!” Genie declared. “I’m gonna find Seth right this second and give him a piece of my mind, a piece of my mind indeed!” she yelled, waving her finger forcefully.

  Tanesha gently stopped Genie’s militant arm-waving. “Give him a piece of your mind tomorrow; tonight, you party.”

  “Yeah… yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Genie said thoughtfully. “You’re pretty and smart. I like that, but I’m not letting any of you win this bet thing. I’m a good girl!”

  Tanesha tilted her head and began twiddling a strand of her long black hair. “And how’s being a good girl working out for you?”

  “Pretty shit, to be honest,” Genevieve replied casually.

  “That’s what I thought.” The slender Vampire narrowed her blood-red eyes seductively. “You know where I am when you want to be bad…”

  Tanesha walked away slowly, moving her hips in a mesmerising way as she took each step, and Genevieve stared hungrily at her tanned backside.

  The slim Vampire flicked her sleek long hair and looked over her shoulder at the enthralled Genevieve. “I knew you’d be watching.”

  Genie went bright red but called out confidently, “You’re still not winning that bet! I shall not be tempted!” she added like a divine preacher, and giggled at herself afterwards.

  “Hey, you,” Kaylie said, tapping Genevieve on her damp shoulder. “What you did… that was really sweet.”

  Genie looked Kaylie up and down. The cute woman had her brown hair down and was wearing lacy purple lingerie. Genevieve stared into the Mage’s dreamy purple eyes and tried to stop herself from lowering her gaze towards her ample cleavage.

  “It’s not right,” Genevieve began drunkenly. “I’m gonna find Seth right this second and give him a piece of my mind-”

  “I heard you the first time,” Kaylie said, cutting her drunken rampage short, “when you were talking to Tanesha. Do you want a fresh outfit? Scythe’s slutty black dress looks done for the night.”

  “Nah, it’s fine!” Genie flicked her hand dismissively. “I’ll take a drink though, or some Rushdust? Then we can rock all night!”

  “Come on,” Kaylie said firmly, and she led Genie to her room.

  Genevieve saw Varsara dirty-dancing with Tanesha at the far end of the room and waved excitedly at the Werewolf Swiftpaw. Kaylie gently pulled her away, guided her into the room, and closed the curtain.

  “Right, let’s see what we can find you to wear,” Kaylie said rummaging through the drawers.

  Genie sprang onto the Mage’s bed and bounced up and down on the soft pink sheets. “Have you got something? Anything? I want to stay high, so Rushdust would be great!”

  “You seem high enough already,” Kaylie sniggered. “I don’t have any Rush, but I’ve got some Dreamleaf.”

  The Mage stopped looking for clothes, and found a large pouch of the clumpy blue substance and some rolling papers. She passed Genevieve a quickly constructed joint, lit it with some colourful sparks from her fingertips, and returned to the chest of drawers.

  “What I’ve got is skimpy, but it will be better than a soaking wet, half-trashed dress,” the Mage explained. “Oh, wait, you never picked up your clothes from last time. I had them washed, but where did I put them…?”

  Genevieve looked down at the joint, remembering that horrid hallucinations could force her to face the knowledge she was hiding from, but then shrugged and inhaled the magically-imbued substance lovingly. As she exhaled the misty blue smoke, the dingy dungeon cell and its purple décor seemed to be transformed into the regal chambers of an Empress. Genie slipped off her borrowed heels and leaned against the end of the bed, remaining on her knees. Her hyperactivity and impatience were replaced with an immense sense of relaxation. The world felt slower and calmer, and Genie wanted to stay right where she was. She gazed dozily at Kaylie’s curves and bit her lip.

  “Can you help me out of this dress, Kay?” Genie said, batting her eyelashes slowly.

  “Yeah, sure,” the Mage answered nonchalantly.

  As Kaylie approached, Genevieve rolled up the hem of her skirt and slowly
ran a hand through her thin trimmed line of pubic hair, and down between her legs. With her free hand she pulled down the top half of the dress, taking care not to drop dark-blue ash on herself, and began fondling her own firm breasts. All the while she stared at the busty Mage with the most alluring gaze she could muster.

  “Genie, you’re pretty far gone,” Kaylie said sternly. “Don’t you want to go and enjoy the party you created?”

  Genevieve spread her legs further apart and moved her fingers faster. “Don’t you want to win that bet?”

  “Not really, it was just a joke,” Kaylie said shrugging. “And I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret tomorrow…”

  “I don’t want to think about tomorrow,” Genie sighed pleasurably. “Please, please…” she pleaded longingly.

  Kaylie watched on for a while, biting her lip as Genie teased her with the increasingly intense erotic display. She sighed, finally giving into her urges, and unclipped her bra. Kaylie fondled her big breasts and traced her fingers over her large nipples as Genie licked her lips in delight. She slid off her thong, ran a hand through her heart-shaped trimmed bush playfully and then joined Genevieve on the bed.

  “Kiss me,” Genie moaned in ecstasy.

  Kaylie ran her hands over Genevieve’s body and kissed her passionately. Then she broke away and slowly began kissing all the way down her body until her head was resting between Genie’s pale thighs.

  Genevieve took a long drag from the joint, gazed into the Mage’s sweet eyes, and wasn’t surprised when Annabelle appeared beside the bed from a cloud of blue and purple fog.

  “This isn’t like you, Genie-girl,” Annabelle’s angelic visage chided.

  “You’re gone,” Genevieve whispered bitterly. “You’re gone and you’re not coming back.”

  Kaylie popped up from between Genie’s legs. “What was that?”

  “Nothing,” Genevieve said as she stroked the Mage’s long brown hair, and softly guided her back to her pussy.

  The image of Anna remained as Tanesha and Varsara entered the cell, and they looked on with cheeky smiles.

  “You weren’t going to leave us out, were you?” Tanesha said with her hands on her hips and her legs apart in a confident stance that showed off every inch of her lithe figure. “Bet or not, I still want a taste of the new girl.”