by Davis, SJ
“Oh fuck,” I muttered as I sat there and covered her with the sheet. I suddenly felt my heartbeat flutter and I blinked a couple of times, unsure of what that could possibly be. I mean I have a dead heart, we all know that. Vampires have no blood flow, no heartbeat and I’ll be god damned if it was not beating again…
I stood up and looked down as black trails like spider veins raced across my chest and outward to my arms. I heard a groan and the sheet sat up and I swear to you, if I were not already dead I would have dropped from a fucking heart attack. She pulled the sheet off and cracked her neck sideways and then back. I swayed on my feet and watched her stand up and stretch her arms outward. She grinned and her teeth looked dark in her mouth.
“You are quite the fucker.”
“Excuse me?”
“Fucking, you have that shit on lock down.”
I blinked again. “I have no…what the fuck?” I asked her as I grabbed the side of the bed.
“Oh it’s poison,” she said as she jumped down like some acrobat and did a cartwheel. I watched her in disbelief.
“I killed you.”
“Oh…really?” she asked as she turned back to me and licked her lips.
“My pussy tastes good, huh?” she asked me.
“I guess, as pussy goes…wait, fuck that, how the hell are you alive and why is my heart beating…in my fucking chest!” I yelled at her as I pressed my hand against my skin and felt it, a beat…a fucking miracle and curse all at once.
“Oh…well, I traded you.”
“You did what?”
“Traded you, it was a tricky endeavor, but I took the tonic from that fucking witchy woman and she said it would do the switch thing.”
“You sound like a fucking psycho, what witchy woman, what tonic and what the fuck?”
“Oh…well, it was a psychic I went to. I mean I killed her, I didn’t mean too but she was so selfish in so many ways, as was my husband, which I am assuming you killed right?”
I glanced into the corner and she smiled all big and happy.
“Excellent, I was hoping, I mean killing that bitch and stealing this thing was enough…I did not want to kill him too although he so deserved it.”
I held onto the bed and tried to follow her story.
“It was an accident, I ripped his dick.”
She laughed and covered her mouth. “Oh my god! That is priceless! I am certain it was quite hard considering he was all of three inches,” she said.
“I would guess maybe 5, but that is so not the fucking point, you traded what with me?” I asked her as my skin started to change from pale to more tinted.
She shook her head.
“Your immortality of course,” she said so calmly.
I swallowed and felt the spit go all the way down to my stomach. So not normal.
“Ummm, you fucking did what with what?”
“I took your immortality, I mean your lover is gone anyway, why not live as human and die as you should…you have been around long enough I would guess.”
“This is impossible and what do you know of Hunter?”
She walked to me and touched my hair, sweat was forming on my face and my whole body and I felt as if the flu had me in its clutches. I coughed and spit up blood, wiping it from my lips she watched me as if hungry, I know that fucking look all to well.
“Hunter was a fabulous lover, something the world will surely miss. But bitch vamp was a tad bit possessive when it came to him> She decided that since he had committed to you she would not have it and bled him dry earlier tonight and buried his ass.”
“Bled him dry?”
“Yes, she strapped him upside down, slit his wrists and throat and then fed on him…it was the appetizer, before we were excused to fuck at will.”
“Oh my god.”
“Oh it was something to see. I honestly thought he would do more, I mean Hunter was quite vocal but in the end…just a tear, blood stained and your name on his lips…I think she may have saved him as a slave to her if he had not whispered that in the end.”
I leaned over and held my stomach as everything came up, all of the blood I had fed on with her, it was dark and thick and tried to stick to my throat, making me gag again and again. I spit the remainder of it out and the tears came, as well as the sadness. The human grief I had searched for since the night Hunter had changed me. I wanted so desperately to be human again and yet I had been a vampire for so long I had completely forgotten how much it pained me. How fragile the human heart truly is. Mine ached so badly I could hardly breathe, and as the air did fill my lungs I screamed his name…as if for the first time and possibly the last. He did love me as I him…
I turned to her and wiped the tears from my face as she stared me down with no compassion, a place I had been before too many times.
“Take me to him, please,” I said and she searched my face for reason.
“Do not tell me you loved him, what a pathetic state you are in.”
“Do this for me and I will be at your will forever,” I said.
“Mmmm,” she said as she thought about it.
“You did fuck quite well. I would assume this is not just a vampire trait; you should be able to do this as a human, perhaps not as hard, but good just the same.”
“I can fuck anyway you wish.”
“Hmmmm. Well, get on your knees.”
I lowered without question.
“You must say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say you love him.”
I took a deep breath and did not hesitate.
“I love him.”
“Who?”
I shook my head.
“Hunter, of course.”
I heard clapping behind me and there he was…Hunter, looking not bled out, not harmed in anyway. I stood up quickly and rubbed my arms, staring at him in disbelief.
“Oh my fucking god…what the fuck?” I yelled at him.
He smiled at her and then at me. He waved a hand and she left us there, alone in the room. I was truly in shock, so much so I felt no love or remorse for him, only a rising bile in the back of my throat.
“Hunter…what the hell is this?” I asked him.
“The game.”
“What fucking game?”
“Oh come now Vanessa, we have played this game many times before and you always enjoyed it. In fact you laughed and said it was brilliant, it is ‘Catch & Release’.”
I stumbled and he caught my arm, I jerked it from him and looked at him with such hatred.
“Catch and what?”
“Release, it was your turn…to become human. We do this every 20 years or so.”
“Wait…I am so fucking confused, we have not even been back together for 20 years Hunter!” I screamed.
“Wait.”
“What?”
He stepped up and looked into my eyes.
“Oh for fucks sake, that bitch used too much on you. I told her to be careful with the poison, I mean it can have side effects.”
I gritted my teeth and wagged my finger at him.
“I thought you were fucking dead Hunter, dead and buried.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake. You know as well as I do that no vampire ever truly dies. I mean we can hibernate but not die. What shit is this Vanessa! I mean this is your game!”
“My what?”
He grinned. “Your game, love. You came up with it out of boredom.”
“When the fuck did I do that? Before I lost my mind or after?”
“Evidently before…fuck, you are sucking the fun right out of the god damn room.”
“I think I am going to pass out,” I said and he laughed.
“Oh the drama.”
“Listen…” and I dropped to the floor and he panicked which I had so wished I had seen. He rolled me onto his lap and slapped my face, watching the rosiness in my cheeks. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in to smell me and I head butted him so hard it split his forehead and he fell back, yelling out and g
rabbing at it. I jumped on top of him and held him down as the poison started to fade and my vampire strength started to return to me.
“Well FUCK Vanessa! I thought you wanted me to fuck you while you were feeling human?” he said as he held his forehead and hissed at me.
“I never said anything to you at all, I never wanted this, or to feed…or to feel like a human and be fucked by you.”
He started to laugh and shook his head.
“Okay already, I am lying….” He flipped us and smiled down at me.
“Happy Birthday.”
“What?”
“Happy Birthday! I set all of this up for you, to celebrate your birthday Vanessa.”
“You did what?”
“I set this up! I mean I know it’s a bit elaborate but I love you.”
I watched his face and waited for the punch line. I mean. There has to be one.
“Did you hear me?” he whispered.
I nodded.
“Are those real vampires then?”
“Yes, Katia is my friend.”
“And this is her house and her whore party?”
“Well it is your party this time, a Catch and Release party as they call it.”
“I fucking hate you,” I muttered.
“I love you with everything that I am and everything I ever hope to be Vanessa.”
I half laughed and stopped myself, as he did not even crack a smile.
“I was tortured in a fucking vat of holy water.”
He nodded. “Sweet huh?”
“I was fucked by a man and tore his dick off.”
“Holy fucking shit, you are such a badass.”
“I fucked a woman and fed on her and all the while thought you were dead.”
“Yep.”
“Why?” Why would you do this to me, Hunter?”
He sat up and rubbed his neck.
“I assumed you were bored, I mean I know I get bored.”
“So you set up all of this shit to amuse yourself?”
He shook his head ‘no’ as he studied my face.
“No Vanessa, to amuse you…it was all for you.”
“And the humanity I feel?”
“A drug, a cool one that Katia made that some like to dabble in to fuck like humans. It’s a trip, huh?”
I slid out from under him and walked to the door. I paused and then looked back at him.
“I am not amused and you have released me, Hunter.”
I walked out of the room and left his rotting corpse behind.
Beautiful Breakdown
Part 4
By Rue Volley
“What?”
The man looked at me and cocked his head slightly as I tried to get my bearings.
“How much?” he whispered and I narrowed my eyes and let them focus in on his black tie and suit jacket, I then looked around me and saw that I was in a Hotel bar, nice and dimly lit and fancy of course. He touched my leg, and I felt his warmth and then his heartbeat slowly rolled onto my tongue and my teeth reacted as they so often do. I cleared my throat and touched his hand.
“More than you could afford,” I said as I turned and grabbed a drink I neither ordered nor remembered in any way. I slammed it back and the scotch tickled my vampiric throat, causing a temporary moment of pleasure. I closed my eyes and a flash of a familiar and quite haunting face popped up in the darkness and I sighed and opened them as I felt the man’s hand on the base of my back and his thumb caressed me, as if I fucking care really. Caressing is for people who love, what a foreign concept to me, one of which I have completely set aside.
“Whatever the price, I will pay it.”
I turned to him and he looked like Hunter for a brief moment and if my heart could fucking skip a beat it would have. I touched his face and he grinned at me like he always had before, sinister and understanding to what I need, then I leaned in and kissed the lips I longed for and a tongue eagerly searched my mouth letting me know that this was not Hunter, this was me being a fucking bitch, torturing myself as I had been doing for the last year as I roamed the earth and felt nothing, loved nothing…found pleasure in nothing but killing, lots of that shit going down, yes indeed and I apologize for none of it, in fact give me fucking more. Each time I kill I see him, everything I suck the last bit of blood and a heart goes black, I fucking cum harder than ever before. No ‘fucking’ can do it now, I mean I am wasting my time with these meatsuits anyway in that arena and what a fucking let down! But I do it and try my best to cum but it always ends the same, they start to cum and I fuck them up and drain every bit of the world from them. It’s fair I think. Fair enough in my minds eye. I don’t know why I debate it anyway, I don’t fucking care anymore.
I pulled back and opened my eyes to see the human in front of me and settled on his eyes, turning on the vampire charm like a faucet.
“Five hundred,” I whispered and he grinned and stood up holding his hand out to me and I stood and grinned back at him.
“I would have paid more,” he whispered as he leaned into my ear.
“You may do just that,” I said being all coy and yet honest with him. His life would be forfeit to me if he did not make me cum, I would have to drain him and bring the sensation on myself as I had been doing since…
Fucking since…I can’t say it.
We stepped into the elevator and I watched the doors close and looked up to see him behind me in the mirrors on the ceiling. He reached out slowly and touched my hair and I turned and slammed him against the wall, he grinned as I tore at his tie and shirt and jerked his jacket off of him, he held his hands out and let me be the animal that I am now. He doesn’t have a choice anyway; I mean I am in control of everything, the sex, the timing, the place it happens and the cumming. I make that happen too. I am a fucking one-stop shop in the fuck department here. The money is a joke, it is just a game to me, I collect it and let it fester in a bag. I know that sounds like shit, but I do and I have no idea why I let them pay me, I don’t have too. I have money, more than I could ever need and yet this is some fucked up game I am playing with myself, maybe to torture myself and feel like a whore. The whore I was at the house…that night…
I rotated my hips and he cried out under me as sweat poured off of him. I looked down and my hair fell over my shoulder and brushed against his chest. He reached up and cupped my face in his hands and I pulled away from him. This one was trying to be romantic to a certain degree and it bothered me on a level I wasn’t quite sure still existed.
“Vanessa,” he said and it made me stop everything, I looked down at him and gritted my teeth.
“How the fuck do you know my name?” I asked him.
He gripped my hips and stared at me with a look of confusion on his face.
“You told me, in the bar.”
“I most certainly did not.”
“You did, you told me your name.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled at him and he blinked from the sheer volume of my voice.
“Taylor…Vanessa, my name is Taylor, I told you. You asked me.”
“I did no such fucking thing, I don’t care what your god damn name is or that you know mine! You are a dick to fuck, that is it!” I screamed as my blood boiled in its stagnant state.
“Yes…you did ask me, you told me a lot of things Vanessa, things about Hunter…”
That was fucking it; he said the trigger word that set everything in motion. I stood up quickly then slammed my hand straight down and rammed it through his soft flesh, grabbed his heart and fucking pulled it out in such a blur he was not quite sure what happened until he looked down and saw the gaping wound in his chest, his hands shook as he lifted them and then his body caught up with the fact that it’s motor was no longer running…well, it was I guess, as it jerked in my hand and blood dripped down my fingers and onto him, speckling his paling flesh like an egg. He looked at me and for one brief moment I felt like an asshole. But it faded as fast as the thought tried to form in my mind. He gaspe
d for air and I ate it, the heart that is…bit into the damn thing and nummied down like a child on an ice cream cone. For 35 seconds I came, hard and long as I dropped the last bit of heart into the hole I created. Hunter consumed my god damn mind…there he was, that fucker…that traitorous bitch. The man I allowed myself to kneel before and he never even fucking knew it.
My hands shook and I looked at the blood all over them and then looked down at Taylor. I suddenly remembered him and the conversation, the tease, the kiss…the feeling of having him all about me. I actually enjoyed his humor, his looks in my direction, his lips and soft demeanor. He was beautiful, as humans go and someone I could have possibly cared for if I would allow it, but I cannot. I jumped back from the bed and fell onto the floor, the tears came, as ridiculous as they are, I tried to stand up but fell again and in my pathetic state I finally slumped, I had too…I am so fucking tired, so exhausted I cannot believe it. Not for a vampire, I should be fine but I am not, in any fucking way. I am broken, not bent…but completely broken. Fuck….
I sat there with the body rotting for a good hour before I wiped my tears and stood up, dizzy from the anger and fresh kill. I took a fake breath and held my head up in pride, I cannot be sorry, why the fuck would I be? I am a vampire, a predator and I need to eat. Without it I will die and so fucking what if I kill people? They will die eventually any way. It will either be stupidity or weakness that eventually knocks them off. Mortality, what a fucking noose…glad I do not bear it.
Then I turned my head quickly as a knock came to the door and I glanced back at the death I had caused.
“Well shit.” I muttered as the knock came again.
***
I stood in the shower and let all of the blood roll off of me and into the drain. I kicked the maid’s body at my feet and sighed as one murder turned into two when Miss ‘just could not fucking stop knocking’ caused this drama. God damn it. I need meds, I seriously do. I have absolutely no control anymore, like I want to anyway. I shut the water off and rung my hair out, stepping over her and out into the large and quite beautiful bathroom. This hotel was exceptional, I can tell you as I have travelled across the United States I have stopped in some shit holes but this one was beyond perfection. If they have a card I am so filling it out and telling them how awesome it is here. Then I laughed. I had too. That was a human thing I did just there, the whole leaving a card on the service thing. Fuck me and my insanity. At least I know it, I mean whatever you are…fucking own it and be proud I say.