“Slade gets into people’s heads with his naive jabber. He convinces them to risk all on hopeless dreams.” The Elf sucked the hard length of him into its mouth and Fang’s jaw clenched. “Slade’s real power is his goddamn optimism.”
“Then, we’ll find him and publically execute the optimism right out of his body.” She whispered as the Elves worshiped at her body. “Show everyone who the real king of Infinia is.”
“Soon it will be too late for that. The Vampires here are dead and forgotten, but if Slade survives much longer, he’ll rally other beings to his side.” Fang shoved deeper into the Elf’s mouth, ruthlessly uninterested in its cry of protest. “His death will just make him a martyr. It will drive the rebellion to even greater heights.”
“Well, then we’ll have to break him. He must possess a weakness.” The Dark Fairy bit her lower lip as more Elves cupped her naked breasts. Squeezing them hard enough to leave red marks. Offering them to Fang. “We just need to discover what he cannot survive without… and take it from him.”
Fang slowly grinned. He pushed the whimpering Elf aside and crossed to the Dark Fairy. “Slade has a woman.” He reported, because he’d already thought along similar lines. “A human.”
As soon as it was safe, Fang had turned into his wolf-form to search for Slade’s trail himself. He dared not go far into the Endless Woods, so he’d quickly reached an impasse. But, he’d scented the woman and the fragrance of her still lingered in his mind. It was tainted and mixed with the Vampire’s stench, but there was still something… appealing about the human’s citrusy smell. Something that raced from Fang’s nostrils straight down to his cock.
“Is she his Eternal-One?” The Dark Fairy asked in concern. “If he regains his soul, it could increase his power.”
“He hasn’t bonded with the woman,” Fang would know if Slade had claimed her, “but those moronic brothers said Slade was fascinated by the human.” Fang couldn’t recall the siblings’ names. He’d never been very good at caring what other people called themselves. Most of them simply didn’t matter. “They said that he followed her like a puppy. That he seemed to need her.”
“Need a human? Why would a Vampire need something so ordinary?”
“Not all humans are ordinary.” Fang’s eyes skimmed over the Dark Fairy’s lamentably straight hair. The Whatever-They-Were-Called siblings had said Slade’s woman possessed a headful of erotic toffee-colored curls. He couldn’t get the image of them out of his mind. Why should the Vampire own such a gift? “Mortal women definitely have their advantages.”
The Dark Fairy wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure the Satyrs weren’t lying about the Vampire’s attachment to her?”
That was their name. Or it had been anyway.
“No one lies when they’re on the rack. All four of the brothers told the same story before they died.” Fang spun her around so she faced the crystal wall, gripping her neck and forcing her to bend over. He moved in behind her. “Slade cares for the human. She’s his weakness, so we’ll find her and steal her away.”
The Fairy arched her hips back to rub against his pulsing erection. “And what horrific things will you do with this woman once you possess her?” She asked in a breathless voice.
Fang lowered his lips to her ear. “Do you want me to show you?”
“Oh yes.” She loved pain. “Show me now and then, when I watch you do it to her, I’ll know just how that bitch is suffering.” His palm settled over her slim throat, squeezing tight, even as he slammed into her from behind. She cried out at the fierce invasion and tried to buck him off. “The human will fight you.” She panted, trying to escape to grasp, just to piss him off. “It’s their nature.”
Fang quickly shoved her back into place, holding her still with his weight. In his mind, she was becoming the one he wanted. Her struggles sent his desire into overdrive. He would pin Slade’s human beneath him, until the fight slowly faded and she accepted that she couldn’t escape. Until he did every nasty thing he wanted to her small body. Until the gray eyes he’d heard about looked up at him, acknowledging him as her master.
The Fairy whimpered in submission and he nearly came, imagining the sound came from…
“Jane.” He usually forgot all names, but the human’s stuck in his mind. Already, he knew that it was special. She was special. Gods, he wanted her to fight, so he can make her submit. “Her name is Jane Squire.”
The translucent stones of the cavern glowed brighter at the words.
The woman’s brows drew together as if the sudden lightshow surprised her. She tried to pull back, watching the movement of color within the pale rocks. “Jane Squire’s destiny is tied to the Vampire.” She whispered. “I see it.”
Fang couldn’t have been happier to hear that. He pushed the Fairy back into position, so he didn’t have to see her face and ruin the fantasy that he was taking Jane from behind. Slade’s sweet-smelling woman at his mercy… Her luscious hair fisted in his hand… Her soft flesh vulnerable to his every twisted desire… Her voice panting his name and promising obedience…
The idea moved through his bloodstream like electricity. Fang’s lust grew so intense that he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully sate it until he took Jane in every position possible and few that hadn’t been invented, yet. He groaned, picturing the human’s gleaming curls and desperate cries. She would beg and struggle and then finally relent to his demands. Meekly following his orders. Doing whatever he commanded. Bent to his will.
“Jane Squire does not come from this world.” The Dark Fairy’s gaze stayed on the mystical rocks. “Her land --Her Chicago-- is wondrous.”
Fang barely heard the woman’s yammering. “Jane.” He ground out, pounding into the Fairy harder. Faster. Just saying the exotic name nearly sent him over the edge. “Jane.” His grip tightened, wanting to punish the imposter in front of him. He could have any woman in the kingdom, but they all stank compared to the scent of Slade’s human. She was the one he wanted. “Jane, Jane, Jane, Jane…”
He’d never seen the point in drawing out sex to please his partner, so it only took him a moment to finish. The Dark Fairy turned to glare at him as he came deep inside of her. Fang didn’t care about her pleasure. She could find release with her Cave Elves later. They were all watching the heartless sex, desperate to join in the depravity. Fang had more important matters to deal with. He shoved the woman away, already forgetting about the interlude.
She glowered at him in irritation. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn what the human calls herself. I just want her found.” She gestured to the shifting patterns in wall. “Slade cannot succeed without her.”
“I know.” Fang didn’t need any mystical quartz to tell him that. He could feel it. From the second he’d smelled her, his instincts had told him that Jane Squire was the key. “Once she’s in my possession, Slade is finished.”
“In your possession?” The woman echoed. “Why take the chance on letting her live any longer than you have to? If we just kill her, Slade’s quest is sure to fail. It’s the smart play”
Fang had no intention of killing the human until he’d tied her to his bed and fucked Slade’s scent right off her body. He was already getting hard again, imagining it. “How many wars have you won?” He adjusted his pants. “I know what I’m doing and I know the Vampire. He can’t just lose the woman. We have to take her from him. That will destroy him.”
The Dark Fairy rolled her eyes. “Fine. Then it’s time you stopped screwing around and sent the big guns into the forest.” She leaned closer to him. “Call in the Mages.”
Fang considered at the idea. “There is only one member of the Order left.”
“You only need one, if it’s the right one. They helped you eradicate Infinia’s Vampire population once before and they will do it again. Send the last Mage into the Endless Woods. Make it impossible for Slade and Jane Squire to hide from your justice.”
Fang slowly smiled. “Jane Squire will not hide for long.” He agreed
softly. “Her fate might be tied to Slade… but it will end with me.”
Chapter Seven
INT. MEGA-MYSTICAL DISCOUNT MAGICK SHOP- DAY
ROLAND bursts into store, his handsome face set into determined lines. He senses that something has derailed his epic quest. FANG is too busy obsessing over SLADE to even care about ROLAND vowing to kill him. No one is rallying to aid ROLAND’S cause. Even the other band members are pissing him off. JAMES THE ORC wants to rename the group “The Vampyre’s Bytches“ for Christ’s sake! How are they supposed to get chicks with a name like that?
ROLAND isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do next, but he’s gotta think of something. Visiting the WIZENED ENCHANTRESS’ shop might help him find answers. The old woman sells questionable Magicks at reasonable prices.
WIZENED ENCHANTRESS
(Looking up at Roland enters)
Store hours are three to midnight, boy. You know Infinia conducts business at night.
ROLAND
I don’t have time to wait. Some Vampire named Slade is stealing my life. Do you have any anti-Vampires spells around here? Maybe some potions that the Mages used to hunt them? Something that could –like-- send a guy into a mystical coma for a couple centuries?
WIZENED ENCHANTRESS
(Shrewdly)
Blood of another Vampire will incapacitate him. And fortunately for you, I’m having a sale on the stuff. Inject the Vampire with a vial and it’ll buy you time to stab him in the heart with a blue diamond blade.
Blue diamond blades kill Vampires better than anything.
You got one of them?
ROLAND
(Uncomfortably tugging on his ear as he takes the vial of blood)
Yeah, I traded an amp for it last year, ‘cause I thought it would be a cool album cover.
It’s hanging on the wall of my shop.
WIZENED ENCHANTRESS
Then you’re all set, aren’t ya?
That’ll be fifty-two gold pieces for the Vampire blood and the free advice.
And I don’t take checks.
Redrafted Film Script- “From Here to Infinia”
Seven days of living in Sherwood Forest with Slade had taught Jane several valuable lessons.
One: The good citizens of Infinia definitely needed a new king. She’d known that Fang was evil, but the guy was straight out of a Freddy Kruger film. One after another, people told of being oppressed and tortured by the Werewolf. Families torn apart. Towns burned. Innocent miscellaneous beings slaughtered. It was no wonder the rebels were looking at Slade like he was some kind of savior. Any king would be better than Fang.
Although --lesson two-- Slade had probably been an okay ruler of that stupid Vampire Isle. Jane saw the way the rebels reacted to him. As soon as he’d finished that speech, they were treating him as their leader. Granted he told them he was there leader… but they believed it. Why wouldn’t they? Slade certainly believed it. He was already setting their rickety village aright; organizing training for the “soldiers” and schools for the kids. Every idea he had, the people jumped to make a reality.
Slade considered it all his due. He was so sure of his path. So damn idealistic and passionate about everything. He could sway people with just the irrepressible force of his personality.
…And his amazing good looks. In fact, the guy’s off-the-charts handsomeness was becoming kind of a distraction. More and more, Jane found herself forgetting that Slade was an irritating maniac and just noticing that he was so damn shiny it burned her eyes.
And that he was kind of sweet.
And not quite so dumb as he seemed.
And that he occasionally made her laugh.
Jane blew out an aggravated breath. She didn’t need any big, Vampire-shaped complications in her life. It was a lot easier to just focus on valuable lesson number three: Life without indoor plumbing sucked.
Jane stood under the freezing deluge of the waterfall and missed her lousy apartment’s lousy shower. Even three minutes of hot water was better than none and there was none here in Infinia. It was no wonder half the population chose smelliness. Jane refused to give up bathing, so the frigid waterfall was her only choice.
The damn thing was at least a hundred feet high, so she couldn’t stand directly underneath of it, but there were small off-shoots that worked well enough. The force of the cold water beat against her skin. Miserable as the temperature was, the surroundings were surprisingly picturesque. The Endless Woods was so green and nature-y. Everywhere she looked, it was like a National Park. Trees and rocks and clear, clean streams. It wasn’t the worst place in the world to be lost.
Except Jane wasn’t in the world. At least not her world. She was stranded in some crazy fantasyland, without water heaters.
She got through with her icy shower as quickly as possible, wrapping a blanket around her shivering body. She also refused to wear the Renaissance Faire clothing that seemed to be all the rage in Infinia this season, so she was stuck washing her khakis and Iversons’ polo shirt again and again. They were still drying, which meant she was dressed in a toga for the next hour or so. Not that it mattered. Every single woman in this dimension was prettier, thinner, and way more ogle-worthy than Jane, so no one was going to try and sneak any peeks at her naked body.
Thinking naked thoughts just made her think of Slade, which pissed her off.
Damn it, she was not falling for that Vampire.
And why was the sun already going down? Jane glowered at the sky, as she headed up the path that led to the top of the waterfall and back to camp. Night was falling, again. The last of the warming rays faded behind the clouds. It was only light for about two hours a day in Infinia and that was her one Slade-free time. He had to stay inside when the sun was up. Otherwise, he was right beside her and she was getting way too used to his company.
They had to get out of the Endless Woods, before she forgot she detested the guy.
They couldn’t defeat Fang and end this madness until they escaped from the forest. Jane had read that idiotic screenplay cover to cover at least a dozen times, though, and it didn’t give any helpful maps pointing to an exit. The script really didn’t mention much of anything important. Just a lot of questing and “my lording” and some bullshit about a Silver Sword.
Worse, it seemed to be… changing.
Every time she flipped through the pages, the words were a little different. Events shifted. New dialogue popped up. Old dialogue vanished. Roland starred in fewer and fewer scenes. It was like From Here to Infinia was being rewritten right before her eyes. She had to assume it was because of Slade. Infinia’s derivate characters just couldn’t compete with the Once and Future Vampire King. He’d begun appearing in the text, taking over the story just by being himself.
It was Slade’s movie, now.
Jane wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. No one liked to be upstaged and Roland was kind of a whiner. He didn’t appreciate Slade stealing the spotlight. Not to mention Fang. Except for some creepy sex montages with a Dark Fairy, most of his scenes were suddenly happening off-screen. She had no idea what he was up to. That worried her.
Jane needed to get home. Not that her miserable apartment really counted as a “home.” Jane had never actually had a real home. But, if she was ever going to see her lovely tenement again, Roland had to butt out of this story and Fang needed to die a Hollywood villain death. Then, Slade could marry Alla-ka-whozits and Jane could be alakazamed back to her real life.
So why was at least one step of that plan beginning to bug the hell out of her? She reached the top of the waterfall, wondering if she was losing her mind.
“Jane Squire!” Slade came bounding over, ducking through the trees and she was actually happy to see him. So yeah. Definitely losing her mind. “There you are! I awoke with many new ideas to share with…” He stopped short, as he caught sight of her. “Dear gods!” Caribbean blue eyes swept up and down her blanket-wrapped form. “You cannot be walking around like that, woman
!”
“Why not?” She demanded testily. Picturing his wedded bliss with Princess Pinup put her in a lousy mood. And it wasn’t like anyone here cared much about dressing for dinner. She was pretty sure they were having squirrel.
Again.
“Why not?” Slade repeated incredulously. “Because you’re not wearing anything!”
“Please. This blanket covers so much even my Aunt Maybelline would’ve approved.”
Slade didn’t seem to hear that. His gaze went down to her bare feet, then jerked up to her completely covered chest and lingered for a beat. He gave his head a quick shake and looked over his shoulder, as if all sorts spies could be lurking in the brush. “You must put your normal clothes back on. Scandalous as they are, they are far better than this.”
Jane was starting to get annoyed. Every day, she had to hear him complain about “unseemly” pants and now this. “What would you know about ‘normal’ clothes?” She demanded. “You always dress like you’re about to swashbuckle something.”
Slade was wearing in his usual open-throated, cover-of-a-romance-novel pirate shirt. No doubt laundry nymphs or washer-witches or some other idiotic, lovesick women fell all over themselves to clean it for him every day. Tonight, he’d added a sweeping, black coat to his ensemble, which topped off the whole should’ve-been-stupid-looking look.
…Except it wasn’t stupid looking.
If God ever punished the world and allowed From Here to Infinia to be made into an actual movie, this was the exact outfit Slade should wear on the poster. No one could look as good as he did. It just wasn’t fair, damn it.
He wasn’t done bitching about her lack of fashion sense. “You must find other attire. Even your normal clothes are preferable. They are indecently alluring, but they are far better than this. You will tempt the men in the village even more than you usually do.”
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