Red

by Hayden Ash

  BAD THINGS

  PART TWO: RED

  Hayden Ash

  Copyright © 2019 by Hayden Ash

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  Contents

  THE STORY SO FAR

  NORA II

  ANA I

  NORA III

  ANA II

  JOHN II

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  THE STORY SO FAR

  Because this is the continuation of four separate stories colliding, I thought it would be good idea to offer a little set-up, in case you haven’t read the previous stories:

  In Daddy’s Little Vampire, John, a charming, normal man hooks up with Ana, who ends up nearly killing him. John ends up chasing Ana down in order to get revenge, but is thwarted by Ana and her ultra-powerful daddy-lover, Dracula.

  In Rescue Me, Daddy!!!, Nora manages to escape an abusive relationship only to find herself in need of saving from a handsome man with a secret, Damien. After Damien rescues her from rape, the two fall for one another, but Damien is forced to kill his employer, Julien, in order to finally be with Nora.

  In Mad Lust, Miranda is a dorky, high-school loser. She finally finds the nerve to talk to her biggest crush, popular jock, Shane. The two end up having wild sex where she discovers that Shane has a dark secret that she rather enjoys…

  In Slave 4 U, DADDY, Madeline is frustrated in life. She’s dealing with high-stakes politics of her profession, but when she’s assigned to murder the CEO of a successful company, Chuck, the business leader is able to turn the tables on her and ends up dominating her in all the waves she’s been secretly craving a man would do.

  So, these are the stories so far. Each of these characters will be present in the next three-part story “Bad Things.”

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  NORA II

  “We need to leave now…” Damien growls at me. “Now, Nora!”

  Damien’s hand shoots out of nowhere like a missile, tightens around my arm, and yanks me with incredible strength to a quiet corner of the ballroom.

  “I need you to trust me, ok?” He asks me.

  “I do trust you with all my heart,” I tell him. “But I can’t leave yet. There’s a human here, Damien! His name is John, and he’s really quite nice!”

  “Forget about him, Nora. We are leaving!” He barks at me.

  “No, we’re not!” I tell him. “Please, daddy…”

  His frozen heart starts to melt like it always does when I call him that, and he slowly loosens his grip on me, leaving thick, red bands that sting like hell, but then heal almost instantaneously.

  “It’s been so long since I’ve met one! He’s just so…”

  “Alive?” Damien finished my sentence. “Ok, Nora, finish your conversation, and then we’re leaving…”

  “Ok, daddy!” I smile, then give him a kiss.

  I leave Damien to return to my conversation with John, the human, the mortal, the only thing that’s alive in this whole damn place.

  But, as we continue to chat, I notice that the joy of it is all gone now. I can’t stop thinking about what Damien is hiding from me, and how he’s never hidden anything from me before, and even though I trust him wholeheartedly, I really, really want to know what the big secret is that he would keep from his own wife.

  “He’s watching you like a hawk!” John laughs. “The boyfriend?”

  “The husband…” I correct him.

  “Why no ring?” John asks me.

  “That’s a rude question to ask!” I tell him.

  “I’m a rude kind of guy!” He smirks overconfident.

  “I could pull out your guts in less than thirty seconds, eat them right here in the middle of this ballroom, and no one would bat an eye. You are aware of this, yeah?” I tell him.

  “Oh, I’m very aware!” He says.

  I don’t know what it is, but I do find him very charming. He’s got a kind of swagger that suggests he’s done this a lot—hit on vampire women. He’s fearless, and I find this very attractive.

  I look over at Damien, but he’s gone. I start to get nervous for no other reason than the fact that I always do whenever he’s not around. Why would he leave me here around all these people that I don’t know? I’m totally alone here, and it’s not fair. It’s childish. Well, if he wants to play the child, I can certainly join in on the fun—being a little brat is my specialty.

  “Ok, mister, how about move this conversation to somewhere more private? You can talk some more of that big talk of yours…” I tell him.

  “Nothing that I can’t back up,” he says, winking.

  John takes my cold hand in his warm one. It’s been so long since I’ve touched a hand with blood flowing through it that it feels incredibly hot at first. Sexy and exciting.

  He leads me past the crowd, swaggering as we walk downstairs like it’s his castle. Then, he takes me to a quiet room stuffed with glass vials and beakers all over the tables and bookshelves.

  “What is all this stuff?” I ask, noticing the glowing red liquids in the vials.

  The different liquids have an energy to them like they’re alive, and they excite something in me that I’ve never felt before now. I’m guessing that John knew this would happen to me.

  “Ok, big boy, talk that talk…” I whisper to him.

  “I prefer to work that cock!” He whispers back, and then puts his big hands on my little ass cheeks, lifts me and slams me down hard on one of the wooden tables.

  He starts undressing me—wildly like he’s so hungry for my flesh, which I find somewhat ironic. I allow him to do this, and even though he moves so much slower and weaker than I’m used to being with Damien, being what I have become, it amuses me and makes me feel nostalgic for the days when my panties used to get wet for assholes like him.

  However, as he takes of my final piece of clothing—my little red bra—I notice something else coming over me. It’s lust, but not the sort I’m used or that I’d ever expect to feel. I have an appetite for his flesh, but not to let it inside of me, but to, literally, consume it.

  I throw him against the floor and pounce on him like a wild lioness, powerfully holding him down, while my teeth go into his neck, then his chest, the fleshiest part of his legs. I pierce him deeply, his blood gushing out of him everywhere—soaking the floor and spurting out onto the walls and ceiling. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Nothing will let me…

  Then, Damien comes storming in and pulls me off of him.

  “Damien, I didn’t mean to!” I start crying.

  “Shut up, don’t talk!” He says softly, but his words are heavy and deep. “This human knows Dracula personally, you might have gotten us both killed. Go clean yourself off and rejoin the party as though nothing happened. I will fix this.”

  “But, Damien…”

  “NOW, NORA!” He growls at me.

  Then, he lets his eyes turn shiny black, which he'd only ever done once before when he was letting me know who he really was.

  I rush out of the room without another word.

  ANA I

  I’m hanging by my wrists as daddy sodomizes my little, pale pussy—reveling in the pain he’s able to cause me.

  It’s a miracle that he’s not able to read minds because if he could read mine, he’d know
that I was actually bored right now. This is because today and, for the past several months, daddy hasn’t been fucking me. He’s just been blowing off steam, taking out all of his anger for someone else onto my body, and while it feels incredible, I’m the type of girl who needs an emotional connection to enjoy sex. I need my man, my daddy, to want me. I want him to crush me, yes, but out of love or even out of hate, but for me and not for someone else. Daddy is mad that someone has finally challenged him, and, instead of dealing with this person, he’s just allowed it to make him become a madman, and it’s all just really dull and unstimulating to me.

  Finally, daddy finishes, oozing his hot semen all over my naked, bleeding body. Then, he unhooks me and doesn’t even bother to wait to see that my wounds aren’t so severe that I can’t self-heal, and exits the dungeon—leaving me here all alone in complete darkness. Fucking asshole.

  After I dress, I take off past my guards who are assigned to follow me everywhere ever since the threat occurred. At a speed that one couldn’t even see unless they were one of us, I exit the castle through my secret exit that I built by myself for myself, and off down the hill into the garden. I wipe my neck with one of daddy’s potions—the one he uses when he doesn’t want anyone to be able to pick up his scent.

  I lie down on my back on a bed of red roses, and I stare up at the colossal moon over my head. The moon is blood red right now. God, daddy can be so tacky. Must we all be obsessed with the color red? I mean, I know blood is the most delicious thing in existence—almost as good as sex, but shit…

  As I close my eyes to take a hopefully sweet and peaceful nap, I hear someone coming. I immediately open my eyes and see a man approaching me, emerging out of the trees like someone kind of angelic god. He’s mortal, I can tell, but he’s also more than that, somehow.

  “How did you?…” I ask.

  “How did I manage to sneak past your guards and reach you without you detecting me until it was too late?” He says. “And, how did I know where you were even though you put that weird little liquid on your body that kills your scent?”

  “Well, yes,” I say, pouting.

  “You’ll find I know more about you and your people than you do, little girl,” he grins.

  This man, this human, is so sure of himself and radiates such amazing strength. It’s like nothing I’ve seen or even dreamt of seeing. The energy he gives off…it’s almost stronger than daddy’s.

  “You are not…no, you must be!”

  “That’s right, little girl. Say my name. I want to hear you say it!” He orders me.

  “You are Charles Trout. You are the one who is here to kill my daddy…” I say, my voice shaking for the first time.

  “Why, yes, I am. But, don’t worry, little girl, I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to fuck you.”

  And, without another word, he gets on top of me, pulls up my dress, pulls my panties to the side, and is inside of me—all within seconds. How is he doing this? How is he this powerful? And why am I liking it so much?”

  “Fuck, that feels good…oh shit, that feels so good!” I start screaming.

  “You’re mine now, little girl!” He tells me.

  And, I can tell he sees me—in a way that he didn’t expect. He really sees me and sees me clearly. I’m not just a means of making daddy mad, I am something he wants, and really wants to be his, and I’m so confused because I want him to. He’s amazing, so handsome and perfect, his cock feels like it’s doing tricks in my pussy, and as I grip onto his strong arms, I feel so safe and protect, and able to submit to his ultimate and overpowering strength. A man like this can have me—anyway, he wants me.

  NORA III

  “Are you ok?” A young woman asks. “Miss, are you ok?”

  “Oh, um, yes. I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink…feeling a bit lightheaded,” I tell her.

  As I look into her eyes, I feel something so familiar, like I know this woman somehow. She looks a bit older than me, though not by much. And, before I know it, I start crying my ugly blood tears—feeling an unimaginable sadness suddenly that I have no way of explaining.

  “Hey, it’s ok! We all get a little messy every now and then. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you!” She smiles.

  “I’m so sorry…” I say. “I don’t know which one of us is odder: me for crying randomly or you for caring even though you don’t know me at all!”

  “Both of us,” she giggles.

  Then, I start to feel really lightheaded, and I blackout, and when I wake up moments later, I’m in this young woman’s arms, looking up at her.

  “Hey, let’s get you away from these prying eyes…” She tells me.

  Then, I see Damien pulling her off of me, then managing to catch me before I hit the floor.

  “I’ve got her, thank you,” he tells the young woman—his eyes raging like he wants to punch her in the face.

  “Excuse me?” She asks, getting angry herself—ready to fight.

  “What in the fuck do you think you are doing?” A small man shouts, running over on his stubby little legs. “This is Queen Madeline, you irrelevant little insect!”

  “There is no Queen Madeline, there is only Queen Ana, you heretic!” Damien growls. “You might think that your human will protect you…that he frightens me so much that I’d let a weak, midget like you intimidate me on his behalf? You’re wrong. I don’t give one fuck about your boss. I’ll rip out your limbs one at a time, and make him watch!”

  “Damien, enough! This is not like you!” I tell him.

  “Don’t you question me!” Damien barks.

  “I’m…you’re right, I’m sorry, daddy…” I say, realizing I’ve crossed the line by going against him—especially in public.

  He hugs me, his body creating a shield between myself and everyone else. I start to cry again, which, even for me, is really excessive.

  “And, here, I was ready to grab my popcorn and watch a show!” Madeline laughs. “You sure you don’t want to rip him up?” She asks Damien.

  “I’m sure,” he tells the young woman.

  “Well, you are correct. I am not the Queen. Not yet. But, after tonight I might just be, so I’ll ask you this, and I’ll ask you only once. Will you give me permission, as your future Queen, to speak privately with your wife and attend to her as she’s feeling quite ill?”

  “Yes,” Damien grunts, obviously reluctant. “Just don’t go far…please.”

  “What a sweetheart!” Madeline says.

  But, before we can leave, the entire castle turns completely silent. I look around, confused until I see a man walking into the castle surrounded by an army of guards, and suddenly understand that something horrible is about to happen…

  ANA II

  The moment is finally here.

  I’m holding daddy’s hand as he stands presiding over his many guests and subjects in the main room of our castle. Daddy’s son, Prince Shane, who I’m relatively confident wants to murder me, and his fiancé, I’m not sure of her name, but I know that she wants to murder me too, stand on his other side—wholly silent and on edge.

  I look down and notice that Charles Trout’s wife has already arrived and started making her rounds throughout the party. I find it surprising that he did not wish to be by her side—that he sent her right into the lion’s den without any protection knowing that if we were smart, we’d snap her neck just as soon as she stepped through the door. But that’s just it, I realize, he knows something about us that we don’t know—that we’re not smart. And, in fact, we’re afraid. We’re so scared because we don’t know what he is and because we’ve been around long enough to become paranoid that some higher species will eventually rise up to take us out. But, it remains to be seen if that species is him…

  He walks into the banquet hall. Each footstep feels more compelling to me than the one that preceded it, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but his presence is intoxications, so much so that I feel weak at the knees. He has such a devastatingly seductive qual
ity to him that I find myself asking, which one of us the human and which one of us in the Vampire.

  “Your Grace,” Chuck Trout says, his voice transparently condescending. “It’s a pleasure to see you in the flesh, finally! Or, whatever you all call your sick, colorless imitation of flesh…”

  “Just like one of your kind to make a spectacle of yourself at somebody else’s party…at somebody else’s home!” Daddy growls.

  As I listen to his angry breath seethe out of his hard, white fangs, I come quickly to the realization that this incredible man before us is truly something to fear, because nothing gets a rise out of daddy. He’s seen his own children be murdered during various uprisings throughout the years and hardly do more than sigh. He knows something that we all apparently don’t, something that he’s purposely kept hidden—that this human is stronger than him.

  “And late as well…if you want to be part of our kingdom, then you should know that no one is ever allowed to be late for the King,” Daddy says, though his words sound completely hollow and devoid of threat.

  “Is that so?” Chuck asks, yawning. “Well, apologies then. I was caught up fucking your wife!”

  The entire castle erupts in an avalanche of cruel whispers and harsh murmurs. One after another, everyone’s eyes turn shiny black as they’re filled with violent emotions at this treasonous declaration. Some of them are ready to kill him, while others are ready to kill Dracula.

  I look down at his wife, Madeline, and see the exact look of devastation I’d expect out of a vampire so young as she is. If she were as old as me, she’d barely care, though I have to admit with a man like hers, I’d be devastated as well.