Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  Henri frowned at Edouard. “Is there a valid reason for this request, Doctor Clavet?”

  Edouard twitched nervously at the formal request. “Well, I have seen the way Eternal reacts in her presence and feel she would be better off with another nurse. She has evidenced a preference for Nurse Collette, and in her current state, I think it wise to allow this small boon.”

  Henri was adamant. “The patient’s name is Rose ... and I have never had cause to replace Nurse Marteau and see no reason to now.”

  Nurse Marteau glared with open hostility at Edouard.

  Edouard faltered. He turned to see Eternal rocking back and forth on the bed.

  Eternal whispered hoarsely, “Blood is life ... blood is death ... I shall be eternal until my final breath.”

  Chapter 40

  Edouard’s knees almost buckled when Eternal’s exquisite influence released its addictive hold. A furious bout of uncontrollable shudders shook him making it difficult to climb the stairs to the private quarters. He moaned with regret.

  A wave of dizziness overcame him. How could he ever exist without her dark music? She was his life now.

  “You look troubled my young colleague?” Henri probed, reaching out to steady Edouard. He gave his subordinate a prolonged worried look.

  Edouard knew he was treading on thin ice. “I truly believe she is in danger from this Lucien or Count,” Edouard replied with a confident manner. But he didn’t feel confident, in fact, he was terrified at the thought of confronting that monster.

  Henri continued up the stairs. “Possibly ... but this could all be in her mind ... all smoke and mirrors. She is quite delusional, possibly brought on by a schizophrenic break ... and do be aware that patients under hypnosis are prone to hyper suggestibility.” Henri turned and placed a friendly hand on Edouard’s shoulder, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

  Edouard became unduly ruffled, knowing he was on shaky ground and had to be careful. “There is no need to remind me of the basics of hypnotherapy, Henri. As her doctor, I am positive of success. I am still her doctor?” Edouard hoped with all his heart that would still be the case.

  Henri nodded yes. “For now I can see there is no other choice. But I fear Rose has captured your imagination, Edouard ... and perhaps your heart? You are quite infatuated with the young woman, are you not?”

  Edouard shook his head with an emphatic no. “No ... I ... I ....”

  Henri put up a hand to silence Edouard while hovering outside his quarters. “No need to fret, dear fellow ... it happens to us all. I suggest you devote some extra time to the other patients. They need you just as much as she does.”

  Edouard wanted to scream with joy. “And what of her skin and her eyes ... how is such a transformation possible?”

  Henri shrugged. “I must admit I have never witnessed such a clear example of a patient’s mental state creating a change in the flesh. Fascinating indeed.” Henri opened the door to his private quarters. “It would make a notable entry to my paper.” Henri entered and turned. “You look as though you could do with a shot of cognac, my dear friend.”

  Edouard had already walked across the hallway to his own door. He knew that nothing must stop him from saving Eternal from Lucien. And that meant keeping a clear head. “I’d rather not, Henri.”

  Henri coughed and demanded, “But I insist. We have so much to discuss.”

  ~~~~

  Eternal lay curled up like a tight ball of string when the festering demon witch stormed into her room. The demon uttered a scream of hatred, as ancient as life itself, stunning Eternal into a mind-numbing shock of rigid terror.

  The creature rushed up to her and slapped her hard across her ravaged mask of a face. The witch glared at her. “Look at you now ... you are old and haggard, just like me.” It cackled with cruel laughter.

  Eternal looked at the wrinkled skin on her hands and felt her face with trembling fingers. She began to whimper.

  The stinking demon witch spat in Eternal’s terrified face. “Doctor Clavet won’t help you now, sweet Rose ... he finds you as repulsive as I do ... but if you’re lucky, Bonbon will look after you in his special little way. I will make sure he calls on you tonight.” It tore the blanket from the window.

  Eternal wiped the thick yellow gobbet from her face and flinched from a ray of sunlight.

  The vile witch gripped Eternal around the throat and forced her face against the bars. “It’s not natural to be afraid of the light ... but fear not, that will soon be over.”

  Eternal squirmed at the diminishing light of dusk branding her eyes. She bit the witch’s arm that released her neck. Blood trickled into her mouth. The taste was bitter and sour, like red wine vinegar, but it had an immediate effect on Eternal’s ravaged skin. She shielded her eyes and turned away from the dull glow with blood dripping from her lips.

  The witch held its arm and glared with eyes wide open at the blood oozing through bony fingers. It smiled at Eternal before pouncing on her and hammered with flailing fists.

  Eternal kicked the demon off the bed with a look of defiance but her strength was not up to the task of defending herself.

  The witch slapped her hard across the face. “You will pay dearly for that.” It dragged Eternal off the bed by her feet with a heavy clunk of bone striking floor and removed the remaining bed clothes, taking them with her. The door was slammed shut, resounding like ten cannons that shook the room. The bolt was drawn across the door.

  Eternal screamed at the crescendo tearing her mind apart. She could clearly sense the witch’s evil intentions. Images of screaming demons hiding inside the patients while the witch tortured them ripped across Eternal’s inner eye.

  With considerable effort she shut out the hate and looked mournfully at her reflection in the window. She smiled with an ancient hunger that drove her to tears of remorse. The blossoming caused by the witch’s blood soon dissipated causing her reflection to wither to its haggard mask of grief.

  ~~~~

  Edouard flinched with Eternal’s trauma, sitting on the sofa keeping a wary eye on Henri. Oh how much he needed to rescue her. He nervously pretended to sip his brandy, actually touching it to his lips, wondering when the axe would fall.

  Henri gave his subordinate a concentrated look of scrutiny. “Lucien Dupont ... I never thought I’d hear that name again.”

  Edouard hid his expressions behind the large brandy glass and said nothing.

  Henri took a hefty gulp of brandy. “I had the opportunity to treat Lucien Dupont at the request of his mother but at the time I assumed the young lad simply displayed normal sexual attraction to this servant girl named Rose ... but his highly religious mother thought her son was the spawn of the Devil and she possessed by a demon.”

  “She might be correct in Lucien’s case,” Edouard said with little satisfaction.

  “Yes ... well, the lad also had vampiric tendencies, in so much as he liked the taste of blood and loved the book Dracula, calling it his bible of blood.”

  “That’s too close to the bone to ignore, Henri.” Edouard had no doubt that Lucien was the one who terrified Eternal, the very same man he met three times the night before. “The Count must be his alter-ego derived from the book.”

  “I agree. First we have to contact the police ... loathsome as they may be ... they’re better equipped to deal with this.” Henri looked full of guilt to Edouard.

  Edouard almost spilled his brandy in panic. “Please, Henri, wait until the morning. Perhaps by then we will have more to go on.” He was thinking of Eternal’s birthright for tomorrow was the sixth of June.

  Henri grimaced and nodded in agreement. He stared at Edouard with intense eyes. The Directeur grunted with a perplexed look and frowned. He walked over to a vast bookshelf. His finger ran along the lines of books and stopped. He removed a thin Almanac and flipped through the pages. Pausing on a page, an exaggerated gasp escaped him. The book was handed to Edouard.

  Edouard placed his glass on the arm of the s
ofa and stared in amazement at the dates of the full moon – June 6th 1906 and June 6th 1925. “The Eternal Moon, Henri.”

  Henri shook his head in dismay. “Mere coincidence.”

  “But to be born at that time on that day and from midnight tonight the full moon will rise again on the same day of the same month.” Edouard’s hand started to shake with the realization that his destiny truly was at hand. He would either live or die tomorrow.

  Edouard asked the big one. “What do you think of reincarnation, Henri ... perhaps as an explanation to split personality disorder?”

  Henri took the Almanac from Edouard and replaced it into its slot. He smiled sadly and said, “I wondered when you’d ask that question, Edouard.” Henri contemplated this for a long moment. “Do you believe the patient’s version of events ... that she actually witnessed those historical moments?”

  “I see no reason for her to lie.” Edouard knew it was coming and braced himself.

  “Your infatuation is clouding your judgment, dear fellow.” Henri grimaced, his face revealing the need for stern measures. “She is purposely deceiving you to save herself.”

  Edouard was appalled. “What of her knowledge of your war exploits, Henri ... surely that can’t be easily dismissed?”

  “We have witnessed her acute sense of hearing before ... she must have overheard the nurses in the corridor.” Henri looked triumphant. “I will have a stern chat with them later.”

  Edouard cleared his throat and decided to tell the truth. “You see, Henri, it’s like this ... I know her true name is Eternal. I have been dreaming about her for some considerable time ... even back in Paris.” He saw the condemnation on Henri but continued. “They’re more than just dreams ... she speaks to me and shows me my future as her true love. I have no doubt my destiny is to protect her.”

  “Very well ... I am most grateful for your honesty, Edouard, but this puts me in an impossible situation.” Henri gave him a hard look. “I think it is for the best you concentrate your efforts on other patients from now on. I will tend to Rose first thing tomorrow.”

  Edouard looked away from Henri to hide his grief and tears. Now more than ever he felt so alone, helpless, impotent against that which awaited him outside this sanctuary.

  Chapter 41

  Lucien sat down on the soft springy bed covered with a thick floral coverlet. He looked around the room with disinterest at a heavy oak armoire, two bedside tables and a washbasin. Resting upon one of the bedside tables was a copy of the bible.

  “Get rid of it,” The Count screamed inside Lucien’s head.

  Lucien picked it up and threw it out the open window. He chuckled and looked down to see the book had scattered the contents of Monique and Annette’s table. He placed the pot of makeup where the bible had rested.

  Claudette stood in the open doorway, giggling at Lucien’s manic display. She entered, removed her fur coat, revealing ample quantities of flesh and dived onto the bed. She rolled about with sexual abandon, fondling between her legs. “I’m so bored. I could do with a good fuck, Lucien.”

  “Aw, is my sweet, little vampette bored?” Lucien teased, feeling her distress.

  She removed two fingers from her inner sanctum. “Suck please?” Obviously getting nowhere with Lucien, she licked her fingers. She stretched out across the bed with an irritated sigh. The blood fire trembled through her body with the diminishing power of Eternal’s blood. “What do you think? Isn’t it time yet ... I’m thirsty?”

  “We should wait a little longer. When it’s dark you can have all the fun you like.”

  Claudette sighed irritably. “Can’t we have some fun now, Lucien?”

  Lucien ignored the childish vampette, removed his coat and inspected the filthy thing with a look of disgust and love. With a moan he walked to the sink and washed his coat as best he could. After shaking off most of the water he hung it on the outside of the wardrobe.

  Groans of pleasure came from Claudette, fondling herself again.

  He scrubbed away the white makeup, returned to the bed and stretched out on it. Closing his eyes, he wished he didn’t have to listen to her petty problems. The blood fire raged through his veins and arteries like molten lava. If he didn’t replenish his system with Eternal’s pure essence soon then he’d surely perish. He clenched his fists to stop the tremors surging through his dying body.

  Claudette stopped manipulating herself, hitched her dress revealing her labia and tried to straddle across Lucien’s face. “Do me.”

  Lucien knocked her off the bed with a vicious swipe of his arm. “Fuck off ... I’m not in the mood.”

  Claudette screeched to the floor. She got to her feet and skulked over to the washbasin where she stripped off her dress and gave herself a whore’s bath. She rubbed soap between her legs, upon her breasts and under her arms then wiped herself dry with a towel.

  She inspected her ruined dress with an irritable sigh. “What the fuck am I going to do with this, Lucien? I don’t think this dump has any Haute Couture, do you?” She glanced at Lucien. “I know you’re awake.” She became quite agitated at Lucien’s smirk and closed eyes.

  She used the flannel to clean as much blood, mud and cow dung from her dress as she could and slipped into it with a sexy wriggle. Smoothing the wrinkles down, she lingered over her breasts and groin. She snatched her disgusting fur coat from the bed and put it back on, giving Lucien a hateful glance.

  Lucien smiled and blew her a kiss with his eyes shut. “Enjoy.”

  Claudette tidied up her short raven black hair, put on fresh black lipstick then left the room in the mood for some fun.

  Lucien allowed his diminished senses to follow Claudette and Jacques. Now that they believed they were invincible vampires Lucien had to look after them like wayward children. Their poisoned blood had made them careless.

  Claudette entered the café’s interior while the full moon gained power over the night. She immediately homed in on Francois hiding timidly behind the bar. He was serving drinks to Jacques, who walked back to a table where Monique and Annette eagerly awaited him.

  Francois nodded to Claudette and cleared his throat before asking, “W-what would you like to drink, mademoiselle?”

  “You ... gorgeous.” She tossed her coat across an empty table and ran her fingers through her hair before fondling her breasts. She licked her lips and bared her teeth.

  Francois actually backed away when Claudette slipped behind the bar.

  The sexy vampette grabbed his neck and tugged him to her open lips. She kissed him hard and rough, her tongue wrapping around his. Her stray hand massaged his bulging erection. Dropping to her knees, she tore open Francois’ buttoned fly to release his engorged cock. Her swirling tongue licked his shaft like a stick of licorice, slow and easy. Her pouting lips engulfed him. She took him all the way to the root, sensing his urgent need to spray his seed.

  Francois busied himself cleaning glasses with a look of exquisite ecstasy on his face. He whimpered.

  Claudette stood up and kissed Francois forcing him to taste his semen. She was pleased he didn’t rear back, reached out and upended a bottle of Pernod to wash away the taste. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before kissing Francois once more.

  Jacques sat sipping his beer carefully while Monique and Annette became ever more inebriated. He massaged his aching loins much to his prey’s delight.

  Monique eyed up the muscular Haitian. “How many films have you made?” She winked to Annette. “How long have you known Soo-Soo ... she is so beautiful and refined?”

  Jacques smiled amorously. “Soo-Soo and I have been acquaintances for some time.” He smirked in a knowing way and raised his eyebrows “If you know what I mean.” He laughed at their shocked faces. “You haven’t seen anything like me before ... of that I have no doubt ... with a hand on my heart.” He placed a hand on his chest and laughed.

  Monique took a mouthful of wine and swayed slightly. Obviously she’d had far too much and so had Annette.
They giggled and whispered into each other’s ears.

  Monique chuckled and asked, “Annette wants to know why you dress like that? Is it the latest craze in Paris?”

  “Not really ... these are what wardrobe designed for Soo-Soo’s latest film and if you both play your cards right I’m sure she’ll want you on board.” Jacques winked at Annette. “I can tell you have the look ... my camera will love you.” He was amused by the girls’ coy reaction and explained further, “Not anyone can be an actor, you know ... the camera must love you ... like Garbo. And our boss, the director, has an eye for such things.”

  Monique gasped and said, “A real live director. This can’t be happening. What’s his name? Is she his girlfriend?” She pointed to Claudette playing with Francois and didn’t seem in the least shocked.

  Claudette lay across the bar with her legs over Francois’ shoulders. His head was buried deep between her thighs. She groaned loud and bit her lip.

  Jacques laughed. “Definitely not ... she’s just his plaything. He has many uses for his playthings.” He glanced back to Monique in a knowing way. “You want to come for a ride in our car?”

  Monique gave Annette an excited look. “Where to?”

  “Oh here and there ... we’re scouting for another location to film ... and we like to party.” Jacques saw the dubious look on the girls’ faces. “Don’t fret my little play pretties, I can tell you like to have fun.”

  Monique and Annette giggled.

  Jacques got up and helped himself to a bottle of wine behind the bar. He watched Francois’ tongue delve into Claudette’s quivering love petals. He could sense her orgasm building to a crescendo and patted Francois on the back of the head. “Good man, Francois.” Jacques shook his head in wonder at her insatiable appetite. “Watch it though ... she just might swallow you up and spit you out.” He laughed out loud, walking back to the girls. “Now where were we?” He eyed each girl trying to sense which one will go first. Monique was the winner.

  Jacques uncorked the wine and filled their glasses with a rakish smile at Monique. He could feel her heightened arousal. He slipped a hand under the table and tickled his fingers up her leg like a spider. A broad grin split his face when his fingers found her moist underwear. His eyes never left Monique’s when he gently penetrated her.