"Tisk, tisk, tisk," Razor stated as he held the open jumper cable clamp around its battery terminal, "Only if you weren't so heroic then we wouldn't have to go through all of this."
He clamped the jumper cable to the battery again. Once again, Chris thrashed from the pain. His body was constantly jolted. The room smelled of burning flesh. The electrical burns increased. Christopher was on the verge of death when Razor unhooked the jumper cable. As before, his body slumped as the torture stopped. His body twitched and the pain continued. Spots filled his vision. He tried to raise his head but he could only lift his eyes. Razor smiled.
"Well, I'll just have to tell the queen that you refused to talk and that…"
"Tell me what?" Mikhaeli scolded.
"He refuses to speak, My Queen," Razor said.
Mikhaeli's knee-high black leather boots clicked on the cobblestone floor as she entered the room. She walked to her prisoner and unhooked the cables. She dropped them onto the floor. She traced her fingers down his chest. He did not look at her. He was drifting into unconsciousness.
"Tell the guard to come in and you get out," she ordered without taking her eyes off of her captive.
"But I wasn't finished with my interrogation," Razor protested as he picked up the jumper cables.
Mikhaeli immediately snapped her head around to face her secondin-command. "What did you just say?"
"I haven't finished…"
"GUARD!" she screamed as her angry stare did not waver from Razor's angry gaze.
The vampire that had brought Razor his torture devices ran into the room. "Yes, My Queen?" he asked.
"Remove the prisoner and take him to my personal quarters, I shall be there shortly," Mikhaeli ordered.
He bowed. "At once, My Queen."
Without saying another word, he moved to Chris and unshackled his restraints. He fell into the vampire's arms. His wrists smoldered from the electric burns. The vampire slung him over his shoulder and carried him out of the room. Mikhaeli closed the door behind him and she turned to face Razor.
She slowly walked towards him. She picked up a razor from the cart and twirled it in her fingers. "What was that about not being finished with your interrogation?" she asked sweetly.
"I am not afraid of you, Mikhaeli," Razor said as he stared at his leader.
She didn't say another word. She bared her fangs and struck. Razor, who had survived the last two hundred years due to his strength and severe brutality, was overwhelmed by her power. She stuck with a force that he couldn't comprehend. Within a minute, blood dripped from his broken face and he hung naked in the same shackles that had restrained Christopher Heart only moments ago.
She walked to the cart and admired his tools. She found a pair of pliers. She picked them up and caressed them. She smiled sweetly at the chained vampire. She swayed to him. She lifted his chin and kissed him softly. His bloody eyes pleaded with her. She smiled again. He gave a reluctant smile. It was the moment that Mikhaeli had wanted. She placed the pliers on one of his fangs and she pulled. The razor sharp tooth was ripped from his head. He screamed as blood sprayed from the wound. She placed the tooth in her mouth and sucked the blood off of it as she dropped the pliers onto the cell floor.
"I…I…I am s…"
She slammed her hand over his mouth. His blood trickled through her fingers. She squeezed his tender mouth. His eyes were filled with pure fright. Her eyes were filled pure rage. His eyes widened as she removed the clean tooth from her mouth. She licked it with just the tip of her tongue, before she shoved it in his right eye. His eye swallowed her thumb up to her knuckle. He screamed and then screamed louder as she twisted her thumb before removing it. Blood gushed from the empty eye socket.
She grabbed his head and slammed it against the stone wall. His undead blood streaked the ancient brick wall. His body was filled with pain. She picked up the pliers and placed them back on the cart. She found one of his many razors and she returned to the nearly dead vampire. She stuck the blade into his skin slowly removed the outer layer of skin from his right arm. Razor screamed.
Over the next two hours, his screams echoed through the halls of castle dungeon. No one dared to interrupt their queen. When she was finished, she exited the cell. The two vampire guards were confused as their queen hummed a merry tune. She walked to the youngest vampire, who had only been a seventeen year old boy when he was turned, and smiled sweetly at him.
"Did you place the prisoner in my room?" she asked sweetly as she rubbed the young vampire's chest.
"Y…Yes, My Queen," he said nervously.
"Goooood," she cooed. "Now, I don't wish to be disturbed for the rest of the day, but be a dear and clean that up for me."
She giggled as she sashayed down the hallway. She hummed the same merry tune as she disappeared from sight. The two confused vampires looked at each other and shrugged. The younger vampire entered the cell and slipped. Blood covered the floor, the walls and the ceiling. Thin layers of flesh that looked like shaved ham were everywhere. The skeletal remains of Razor hung from its shackles. Even for the undead, the sight sickened them.
Somewhere Mikhaeli laughed merrily.
* * *
Chris awoke. He was shackled to the posts of the bed. His body hurt, but his head hurt worse. His vision had cleared. He was shocked that he was still alive. If the vampire queen hadn't intervened when she did, he most certainly would have been killed. He had experienced pain before in his life, but nothing compared to being electrocuted. He'd even been shocked before, but it had been only for a fraction of second. This torture went on and on for what seemed like an eternity. For the first time his life, he was actually thankful to see a vampire. The vampire queen had saved his life.
He glanced at his surroundings. The room was exquisite. Silk sheets adorned a handcrafted four-poster bed. As he studied the design, he believed that it had been built in the mid-nineteenth century. The remaining furnishings were also antiques which he believed the vampire queen had collected from her various conquests over the years. She, despite killing to gain her possessions, had impeccable taste. If he lived long enough to thank her for letting him live for another few hours, he'd have to also compliment her on her sense of style.
"This room is beautiful," he muttered.
"Is that all?" the Russian vampire queen asked.
Chris stretched his head to see where she was standing. She was just beyond his range of motion. His neck still hurt and he couldn't turn his head to see her. He looked at his shackles. He pulled on them but he was far too weak to even dream of breaking the chains. He knew that she had decided to feed. He closed his eyes and waited. He could hear the click of her high-heels on the floor. He could hear her humming a merry tune. He waited.
"It seems that I have my work cut out for me. I guess I will have to nurse you back to health," she said through a giggle.
A confused Chris opened his eyes. Mikhaeli stood at the end of the bed. She had her left hand on her hip. She was dressed in a black leather nurse's outfit complete with fishnet black stockings, black gloves, black leather bra top and a very short black mini-skirt. She even had a stethoscope around her neck to complete the outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her blue eyes stared at him.
"Wow," he muttered.
She giggled and crawled onto the bed. Her eyes never left him as she crept up his body. She slid her lower lip up his denim covered left leg. Both hands slid up his legs and over his crotch. She purred as her hands discovered that her performance had indeed aroused her captive. Chris knew that he should be fighting her advances. She had beaten him and taken him captive, but there was something about the woman that was completely intoxicating. She slid her hands back and forth over the front of his jeans until he pressed against the zipper.
"What's under here?" she asked sweetly.
"Get away from me," Chris grumbled through completely false bravado.
Mikhaeli sat up and stretched. Chris swallowed hard. Her body was toned and athleti
c. He shook his head. He knew that this woman was dangerous. She unfastened several of the buttons that held her bra top closed. She sucked on her fingernail and pouted. She pretended to be hurt by his words. She clawed at his chest. Her razor sharp fingernails scratched his skin and small trickles of blood formed. She leaned over and licked him clean. His blood tasted different than before, but she ignored it. She was in ecstasy.
She dragged her tongue up his chest and along his neck. Chris prepared for the inevitable bite. She wiggled the tip of her tongue up his neck until she found his mouth. She kissed him passionately. To his surprise, there was a genuine passion to her kiss. It wasn't about pure dominance. Her tongue found his and she held his face in her hands. She kissed him long and hard. He moaned and she moaned louder. She broke the embrace by sucking on his lip.
She rubbed her body against his naked chest. She could feel him. She purred. "You don't seem like you want me to go away," she teased as she reached inside his jeans. "Ooooooooooo, what have I found?"
She slid backwards and grabbed onto the front of his jeans. She pulled and the tattered denim ripped away. She squeaked with excitement as she saw his naked body. She tossed the torn jeans onto the floor and slid back up his body. She kissed softly as she went until she found his mouth again. Again, the embrace was passionate, but his passion was as vigorous as hers.
She pulled away and then dropped down and kissed him again. She pulled herself away and straddled him. She slapped him across the face. It was a playful slap.
"How dare you take advantage of me without knowing my name?" she asked.
"I didn't know that it was required," he answered honestly.
She playfully slapped him again. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"Dangerous," he replied.
She leaned over and sucked on his ear. "You fucking got that right," she whispered. "My name is Mikhaeli, but you can call me Michelle."
"My pleasure," he said as she continued to suck on his ear.
"It will be," she said as she pulled away from his ear. Unlike her moment with Razor, his ear was left intact.
She smiled and slid back down his body. She bit his chest. She had produced her fangs to break his skin. She licked his blood. Again, he tasted different. Once more, she ignored it. He moaned as she continued to kiss down his body. Her hands slid up and down his skin. He trembled at her touch. She continued to kiss and rub until she reached her destination. He moaned loudly as her mouth and hands pleasured him. Several times she brought him to the point of intense pleasure. Each time she would stop and slide up and kiss him passionately. His body pulsated with excitement.
She sucked on his ear again. The restraints drove him to the verge of insanity. "Not yet," she pulled away and sat up.
She giggled and moaned loudly. She slowly removed her gloves. She slapped them down onto his face. She pulled them down slowly. He playfully tried to bite them. She giggled merrily. She leaned down and moaned into his ear. She could feel his body temperature changing.
"Ready for this?" she whispered.
Before he could say another word, she finished unfastening the buttons on her top. She slid her hands inside her top and caressed her breasts. Slowly, she removed her top and exposed her body. Christopher swallowed hard. She giggled and leaned over. She pressed herself into his face.
"Bite me," she ordered.
Chris responded in kind. He bit and kissed her body.
"Suck on me," she panted.
Again, he fulfilled her request. He did everything that he could while being restrained. She screamed louder and louder. The louder she screamed, the more excited he became. As he continued to touch her, she reached backwards to return the favor. She threw her head back and screamed as her body shuttered.
"OH FUCK YES!"
She pulled herself away. She stared at him and growled. She stood on the bed and ripped off her clothes. Her perfect body was exposed for him to admire. She panted. She straddled him again. She loved being in charge. She dragged her fingernails up and down his chest again. He winced with the pain. She licked the trickles of blood clean and moaned loudly.
"I can't take anymore of this," she moaned.
She reached under the pillow and removed a key. She leaned forward and began to unlock his restraints. He kissed and nibbled her body as she leaned forward. She giggled. Moments later, his restraints were unlocked and his hands were free.
"Now, you are going to be a good boy and you are going to just lay there and take it," she ordered.
She slid back on his body. She positioned him and slid onto him. She threw her head back in pleasure. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She threw her head back again. He explored her body with his hands as she began to move. She started slowly but she quickly increased her pace.
"Oh yes," she said breathily. "Absolutely amazing."
Chris continued to explore her body. His eyes rolled up into his head as she moved. His heart told him to flee while he had the chance but his body, which only hours ago had writhed in pain, was now feeling the electric shock of pure pleasure. He moaned with excitement which only excited her further.
As he moaned louder, she increased her pace. The bed began to shake and the headboard slammed into the wall repeatedly. She screamed louder and louder. She didn't care if a million people were watching. She was reaching her climax. The lust to feed started overcome her. She could feel him swelling. She knew that they were both ready.
"Are you ready baby?" she growled.
He pulled her down to him and he began to kiss her neck. She began to move at a feverish pace. He started to assist her and she screamed in pleasure. She could feel the veins in her neck protruding. Her screams came in short bursts. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Her body screamed in pleasure and demanded blood. She sat up and threw her head back as they both climaxed.
"YES!" she screamed, bared her fangs and plunged them towards his neck.
However, his fangs reached her neck first. She screamed again.
CHAPTER 8
The next morning…
As far as David was concerned, the day couldn't be any longer. After spending the majority of the night researching and discussing possible plans, they didn't finish their meeting until the sun had risen above the horizon. Myles and David showered at the church and rushed back across town to their stores. Myles angered David by sleeping during the entire drive back to the shop. Their only stop was their favorite Starbucks drive-through restaurant for extremely large and extra strong coffees and accompanying sugary cake doughnuts. They both had managed to doze off for an hour before their alarms awoke them to start their day.
David sipped his coffee as he turned the sign to indicate to any potential customers that he was ready to start his business day. He staggered back to his place behind the counter. He had a slightly comfortable stool to sit on while he flipped through one of the books that Larry had provided. Normally he preferred his coffee with a generous amount of half and half to ease the bitter taste. Today, however, he needed his coffee to be extra strong so he drank it without any cream or sugar. He needed the extra stimulation for his brain.
A bell alerted him to the presence of a potential customer. He placed a bookmark in his book to remind him where he had stopped reading and he put the book beneath the counter. He picked up his coffee and he went to greet his potential customer. He normally didn't get people this early in the day unless it was a special event. As the bell rang again, he realized that it was a special day. The smiling face of one of his regulars told him that he needed to wake up soon.
"Mornin' Dave," Scott said.
"Mornin' Scott," David replied.
"Are they in?" Scott asked excitedly.
"Yeah, they arrived yesterday," David answered wearily. "Let me head to the back and get them."
Scott Rano kept several of David's bills paid. Until David had met Chris, he gave Scott the title of 'World's Biggest Comic Book Geek.' He had even saved up some money and ha
d given him a plaque dedicated to his title. However, despite being a trust fund baby who had a limitless income, he didn't have the most impressive comic book collection. That particular collection was locked upstairs in Chris' vault.
Another smiling face forced David's coffee cup to his lips. He took another long drink. It was very strong. A man in his late thirties was the reason for the second ring of the bell. He was Harvey W. McCarthy. Harvey was a local author who had just released his latest science fiction novel. He was doing an in-store book signing. He had become somewhat of a local celebrity after the moderate success of his science fiction novel: The Crystal War Saga. Harvey was also a loyal customer who had agreed to do a pre-release signing to help generate business for David. Unfortunately, the event had completely slipped David's sleep deprived mind.
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