by Davis, SJ
I grinned and stared at the bloody man on the ground.
“Was this the driver by chance?”
Hunter hesitated.
“Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“Oh perfect, you think you could call another cab and maybe just hang back and avoid doing this shit?”
“You killed him not me,” Hunter said all sarcastically.
“Again…shut the fuck up.”
“I…”
I held my hand up and Hunter just pulled his phone and dialed the number.
“Yes, I need a cab…20 minutes is fine, 125 Mealing Drive, Paranormal Playground.”
He hung up and I looked at him.
“Get rid of it,” I said.
“Why me?”
I looked at him and crossed my arms and he lifted the headless mess and tossed it into the dumpster easily. Then he retrieved the head and tossed it. I messed with my nails and he smiled at me.
“You got all badass on him.”
“I did not want to.”
“But you did.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I feel like having a drink, Hunter.”
Hunter shook his head as I walked away from him down the alley and back towards the main street and more lights.
“You just had me call a cab.”
“And I just fucking changed my mind,” I said as I stepped out and pulled my mirror, I held it up, seeing no reflection, but touching up my deep red lipstick anyway. I reached down, placing my mirror back into my thigh high, along with my lipstick and Hunter smiled.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
“So I have heard,” I said in a boring tone. Then I saw him; I stood up straight and felt something strange, a flutter in my dead heart. Hunter looked up to see a man walking towards the club.
“Oh.”
I held my hand out and stopped him as he stepped forward.
“That is a no.”
“What?”
“A fucking nope, you will not,” I said.
Hunter laughed.
“No joke, I will kill you.”
“Oh what is this about Vanessa?”
“I just, just leave it alone.”
Hunter laughed as only he can, with that condescending tone absent the words, but I can hear it in his voice.
“Leave the monkey alone? Oh I doubt it happens.”
I placed my hand on his chest and stopped him dead as he tried to walk forward. He took a step and I slid back on my heels, they made the most annoying sound against the concrete and it surprised me that it did annoy me. Normally only Hunter does that with his appetite and ability to suck me into his madness…as in the fucking and killing. God damn him. Oh wait, he already is, damned that is and so I am, I am sure.
Hunter smiled and took another step and my heels screeched along on the smooth concrete yet again. He tilted his head and looked my face over as if he was searching for something to pick up on and understand my sudden reaction to his action.
“So, what is this all about Vanessa?”
I took a fake breath and kept my hand pressed firmly against his chest. He looked down and back up at me and his eyes looked dark as usual with the absence of the sunlight.
“I have just had enough for one night, sometimes I feel as if you are trying to get us exposed.”
“Me?” he said half laughing.
“Yes, you get bolder each time and there will come a day that we will find ourselves in danger.”
He shook his head and placed his hand over mine against his chest, void of any heartbeat.
“I would never allow anything to harm you my love,” he whispered. I shook my head slightly.
“Right.”
“Oh, come now. You must know that I enjoy you regardless of your psychosis.”
“My what?” I asked him as my hand relaxed slightly. He continued with my full attention.
“You Nessa, you are a fucking nut job.”
“Oh! You must be fucking shitting me,” I said as I crossed my arms on my chest and stared him down.
“Yes, would you prefer a term less harsh?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“YOU are calling me a nut job?”
“Well yes, you are quite insane,” he said as he looked at his nails and then straightened his thin white tie. I watched him, although I really felt like slamming my fist through his face and then looking through his head like a fucking periscope.
“You bit me, you asshole.”
He finished adjusting his tie and thought he spotted something on it for a quick second and then realized it was shadow in the dim light.
“You asked me too Vanessa.”
I laughed and lowered my hands to my sides.
“I did no such thing,” I said.
“Oh fuck yes you did.”
“No way, I remember that night like it was yesterday Hunter.”
“Oh really, well then tell me, do you remember sucking my cock in the barn?”
I stepped back and placed my hand on my hip.
“No, I did not. I ran, you followed me and fucked me in my bed.”
“Mmmmm, I do recall the fucking, my God! Your pussy and ass were so tight then.”
“And they aren’t now?”
“Well, it’s been over 100 years and that shit has seen some action.”
I took a fake breath again out of disgust.
“Well fuck you Mr.,” I said and started to walk away from him.
Hunter followed me and rubbed his neck. He caught up and leaned in as I headed to the club with nothing on my mind but a stiff drink. I mean vampires can drink and we do feel the effects but for less time, so I guess if I wanted to I would have to drink pretty much 24/7 to get a proper buzz going. He touched my arm and I swung towards him and lifted my hand to hit him, as I probably should have when he insulted me. He caught my hand and we stared at each other for a moment, the hesitation was awkward on both of our parts. Normally we would be ass deep in sarcastic banter and almost to the “I guess I am sorry” part of this but we did not. He looked me over and then glanced past me as I watched his face go from that of softer to more rigid. He pulled me behind him quickly and for the first time ever, I felt as if he was protecting me, which is just bizarre. I leaned to my right, hanging onto his arm and saw a woman walking towards us with the man I had spotted. They both walked right up to Hunter and stopped, she pulled out a black cigarette and the man lit it immediately, the flame lit both of their faces up momentarily and what I had feared was true. The man was someone I had been with god knows how many years prior but for some reason I never forgot him or how he fucked. And me I have no clue but she was absolutely beautiful in every way. She sucked on the cigarette like a hard cock and then blew the smoke into Hunter’s face and he stood his ground and stared her down, keeping one hand behind him, pressed against my side.
“Well,” she said in a thick accent and I tried to figure it out and then she answered my question by busting into Russian. Hunter sighed and spoke back to her fluently and I had no idea what they were saying but she laughed as if he had told a joke and I watched the man as he kept his head low, almost staring at his feet. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me and I stepped back, as his eyes looked milky white, as if a zombie like disease had taken hold of him. She looked at me and grinned.
“He is a slave, as are you.”
I stepped out and Hunter shifted his body to still cause a slight barrier between the woman and myself.
“A slave? And what the hell do you mean, I am not a slave,” I said and she laughed and looked back to Hunter who was strangely quiet at this point. She placed her hand on the side of his face and he closed his eyes. I tugged on his jacket and he ignored me.
“Oh but you are, we are all slaves to the hunger and the game,” she said.
“Hunter and I have successfully been cutting back on the meat,” I said to her as her teeth glinted in the dull light of the streetlamp. I saw that
she was in fact, vampire.
She looked at me quickly and her eyes kind of creeped me out. They were ice blue, like a husky. I held onto Hunter and hoped he would open his big mouth and say anything, anything at all would do right now.
“Hunter has never spoken of me then, “he said and I shook my head ‘no’.
“Well, let us go inside and I will be happy to let you know of his past.
I looked up at him and he looked very odd, as if he had no idea what to do or where to run too. I interlaced my fingers into his and shook my head.
“It’s been a long day and we have a cab coming.”
“I am not asking you, but I am being polite, I would suggest you accept my kindness.”
“Or fucking what?”
She then reached over so quickly; even my vampire eyes could not keep up with her movement. Her hand tore through flesh and reappeared in my face. I opened my mouth slightly as the beating heart in her hand oozed blood and sweet aroma. She then bit into it. One bite, two bites, three and four and the whole thing was devoured. The man who had given me the only fucking worthy of a vampire, dropped to the ground with absolutely no noise whatsoever. I remained still, feeling almost like prey at this point and I am certain we are, this woman…nameless as of yet, was camouflaged and not even detectable to me. She was in deed a predator, one I had never encountered and suddenly, Hunter and I were no longer the top of the food chain, as I had believed not less than 15 minutes prior to her ever so rude interruption into our lives.
***
What is a heart? I mean I know what the organ is, but why…why do they say things such as ‘I have a broken heart’, a ‘heavy heart’, or perhaps even a ‘stolen heart’. Well, it is all due to attachment to things and allowing yourself to care. That emotional bullshit ladder we all climb and then right when we should turn back we fucking close our eyes and walk the rest of the way blind to everything. Some lose themselves, some change, and some do the ultimate betrayal to themselves and fucking commit to someone. I know I sound like a romantic, and believe me that WAS sarcasm, because somewhere along the way I fucking did the unthinkable and let that bastard in. Hunter that is, I let him infiltrate my heart, crazy enough the damn thing doesn’t even beat anymore, thanks to his stupid ass, but all the same I stepped over into something with him and now find myself at the corner of fuck me and get fucked. What a dumbass bitch I am. Why? Why did I allow this to happen?
I got jerked from the ice cold water and spit it out as I leaned up, it burned so badly and I would have enjoyed it if a cock was in me, but as torture it was annoying as shit. I looked down and actually saw blood trailing from my mouth clinging to my spit. How water cold do this kind of damage…
“Blessed, holy water, had a priest bless it all, this entire tank before I cooked him slowly and heard him pray to his God.”
I looked up, blood still dribbling from my mouth and then spit on the floor at her feet. She didn’t even move. I am sure she does not care.
“Vanessa, you should allow it to take you. Pain to a vampire can be a sensation much needed.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I said as my voice sounded scratchy. I would assume from the holy water eating at my vocal chords.
She laughed and waved a hand; I started to rise again in the chair I was chained to. I moved slightly and could not break free so I had to guess that she must have me bound in silver.
“I am Hunter’s master and creator.”
“What?” I asked her as she let me dangle above the black water.
“I guess I should not be surprised that he did not mention me, after all he was such a beast at my side, so brutal and fascinated with torture. He was the devil himself and then made a fatal mistake. He betrayed me.”
“Betrayed you? In what way?” I asked her.
She smiled, a smile that would stop a human heart dead in the chest, but I am safe to her pure evil.
“Oh, he asked to leave me.”
“How is that betrayal? If he asked, you must have let him go,” I said as I coughed again and glanced down at the tank of water below me. I have never had to deal with holy water and its effects so I have no idea how long I can survive, or if a vampire death is imminent at this point, making all of this a fucking joke.
“Well, it was the want to leave that was the betrayal in itself,” she said and I laughed as my head hung low for a second. My lungs burn, my mouth aches, my teeth are protruding in my mouth and cutting into my flesh, no doubt a reaction to the torture. It feels oddly refreshing to have it all going on at once. Hence the laughter but she did not appreciate it and I felt the chair fall with one wave of her hand to some fucking slave she had holding the chain. I looked up and watched light overhead disappear as the black water engulfed me yet again and I could hear nothing, nothing at all and thought for a moment that this may be my quiet exit to a long and torturous life. BUT fucking no, the bitch jerked me back up and I screamed…
“OH FUCKING COME ON!”
She tilted her head and stared me down.
“Come with what?”
“Fucking do this shit already,” I said as the laughter overtook me. “I mean why not? Let’s get it done. Fuck”.
“Do what shit? As you so eloquently stated,” she said.
I looked at her and spit, she actually had to back up to not allow the mixture of my rotting blood and water hit her. I smiled, blood staining my teeth.
She leaned forward and wagged her finger back and forth.
“You are a vulgar creature, you have never been trained in the art of being a lady, I presume.”
“Suck my dick,” I said and she coughed out a laugh and placed her hand to her chest.
“Oh, I never,” she said as she glanced over at her slave again and started to raise her hand.
“Wait!” I said and she paused and looked at me. “What is it that you want?”
She grinned and nodded to the slave who started to swing me over and above the concrete floor. I looked up and around me and could only guess that I was in a warehouse, some old industrial rat infested shithole on the south side of the city. Nice place to drag someone, no one is down here anymore as most of the places have closed. I know Hunter liked to feed on prostitutes here from time to time, it is the only reason I know of it.
“Well, are we having a change of heart then?” she asked me.
“I have no fucking heart, neither do you…but I do have questions, and since you will no doubt eat, fuck and kill me I would love to know some shit.”
“Ask then,” she said and I spit again, feeling the blood oozing in my throat.
“What is your name?” I said as I looked up at her with blood shot and dilated eyes.
“Katia, Katia Veloskia.”
“Mmmm, I did not take you as a Kate.”
“It is not Kate, it is Katia, very different. It is a beautiful name, given to me by my Mother.”
“Your Mother…was she a blood sucking bitch too?” I asked, knowing she would not be happy, but fuck if I care. I am on a timer now.
“You try to annoy me…no, my Mother was human as once were you and myself included.”
“Huh?” I said and she watched me closely.
“What?”
“I just never saw you as someone who had been human, I mean I remember being human, you probably do not.”
“What would you know of me child? I have been walking this planet for thousands of years.”
“So…you are an old woman then,” I said as I spit again, my stomach growled and folded in on itself and the pain made me twitch slightly.
“I am not old, but I am not an infant such as yourself…pathetic you are…with pills in your possession and a sick need to love.”
“What the fuck do you know about me?” I said and she leaned up into my face and grinned, then she touched my hair and jerked on it quickly, I hissed as my flesh felt everything from the water.
“Oh…Hunter, he said so much before I laid him to rest.”
“What
?” I said with too much emotion and she relished it.
“Oh yes, I bled him and buried him hours ago while you rambled on in psychosis. I would assume it is a condition left over from when you were human? This psychotic behavior of yours is intriguing.”
“You fucking bitch!” I yelled at her and she laughed.
“You intrigue me,” she said as she snapped her fingers and I realized the ‘snapping’ that Hunter does, was something he picked up from her. The slave to her will walked to me quickly and started to take the chains off of me and the weakness would not allow me to bite him. I so wanted to, I wanted to tear through flesh and get to the sweet nectar that is the core of my existence. I am shedding the need to hide and be something I am not, so ironic now as my body fails me and I cannot find the strength to even open my mouth wide enough to take a swing at it as his neck flashes by my face. FUCK, I need to survive this. I need to find Hunter…hopefully there is a way back from whatever road she sent him on. I dropped from the chair, onto the cold concrete like a bag of wasted flesh and rolled onto my side, holding my stomach. I tried to focus through burning eyes and saw her red heels in my face, then with one quick kick she slammed her foot into my mouth and broke one of my teeth...shocked me and so did the pain from it. You would think I would love it, but it sucked ass. I covered my mouth and moaned, not in a good fuck me deeper way either. It was a true throw back to humanity and the pain that weakness holds. I then felt the slave jerk me to my feet and I swayed, but I remained standing just out of sheer dickery on my part. She watched me and smiled again.
“You are going to be such a joy to play with.”
“Glad you get off on this bullshit you fucking cunt.”
She slapped me across the face and I spun where I stood, so quickly I became a blur momentarily and then I hit the ground yet again, cracking the bone in my left knee. I screamed and she started to walk away from me.
“Get her cleaned up and ready for the party,” she said and with that the slave stepped over me and raised a fist, hitting me so hard it was lights out and peaceful rest finally.
***
Dreaming, a dream to a vampire is something quite amazing. It is a luxury, like a great wine, a pure virgin blood or moment of happiness. You see we do not sleep really. We 'rest', and in resting we just lay there and stop everything, all thought, all movement…like a fish floating at the bottom of the tank. Eyes open, no ability to actually shut them but we just hibernate, I guess for moments of time. Why we do this is out of sheer boredom. Living forever is a fucking drag sometimes. I mean it was for me anyway. I spent years trying my best to NOT be a vampire, to feed my one need for fucking and deprive myself of all blood sport. I tortured myself obviously and had moments of insanity where I would wake up with someone torn to shreds in my bed. Why my brain remained damaged when Hunter changed me was a mystery. I did not appreciate it one bit. I mean no one would. A vampire state is fucked up enough, but having that on top of it was scary. I know, I am vampire and fear should not be something I feel, but I have all along, I have always feared losing control, losing myself and realizing one day that I was a soulless beast in a monkey suit. No heartbeat, no compassion, no love. None.