Microphone Fiend

by Sa'id Salaam

  "Wow," Daniel exclaimed when the gory picture made him grab it.

  "She met him in a bar and took him home. He took what she gave him, then took her life," she said. Her native British accent came to the front as she reminisced.

  "So, they said you were working on a cure?" he asked as his fascination came back.

  "Cure or a kill? Vampires are a virus, a cancer. I'm close. Just not easy tracking them down. I'm all over the globe every time I get a report."

  "So, do you really think there's a vampire in Atlanta?" he asked as his eyes went wide once more.

  "I don't know. I do know the two victims I've seen are vampire attacks. I'm sure of that."

  "Not to mention all the missing people. People just disappearing off the face of the earth," Daniel added. Some were runaways while others ended up in Prince's crematorium. He used their ashes as kitty litter for his black cats.

  "Well, here's my number. I want you to stay vigilant. Call me the moment you hear or see anything," Kristine said and handed him her card.

  "Or I could call you to hang out sometimes," he suggested. It was only right because she was a beautiful woman with a naked ring finger.

  "Or not," she said with a flattered smile. Her busy life left no room for a love life. The smile dissipated just as quick and she added. "Stay on point. There very well may be a vampire in Atlanta!"

  CHAPTER 6

  "That's crazy!" Meech repeated as his head kept shaking. It began moving from side to side when the news of Dirt's murder reached him.

  "Yeah, I’on know why someone would want to kill him!" Matt moaned. He came straight to room B the next night looking for the next coattail to ride. Next jock strap to swing from.

  "Sup," Prince asked as he arrived and cracked a brand new smile.

  "Yoooo! Them shits is dope!" Meech cheered and came closer to inspect his new platinum and diamond fangs.

  "Bruh..." Prince laughed and leaned back when he got a little too close for comfort. They were dope and fully functional, and super sharp.

  "Those are fiyah!" Matt added. He knew his survival depended upon him getting in good with Prince since Dirt was no more.

  "Mmhm. Why are you here?" Prince asked as if he didn't already know. He wanted to get the man's mind churning so he could extract his next move.

  "Dirt got kilt after y'all show last night!" Meech answered for him. "Shoot, I need to go tell my grandma. And all Dirk's baby mamas."

  "Go handle your business," Prince advised. The album was done, so he really wasn't needed anyway.

  "Okay. Yeah," Meech agreed and took off leaving Matt and Prince alone.

  "Looks like just you and me," Prince said and listened in.

  Man I hope this nigga ain't gay! Matt thought. I guess I could blow him, if I had to? Just real quick, get it over with.

  "Nothing like that. I'm definitely not gay," Prince laughed. He laughed even harder at the confused look on his face.

  "I, my bad, I..." he stammered. Matt assumed he thought out loud.

  "I know what you did. With Dirt," he whispered even though they were alone.

  "Me? Nah I, and we, Un-uh!" he said, shaking his head.

  "Sure you did. They were supposed to get me, but I changed their minds. Just like I'm going to change yours," Prince laughed and stood. He said the rest into the man's mind and left the room. Prince had a triple date all to himself.

  "Man," Matt moaned as he set off to do something he really didn't want to do. He was unable to stop himself as his body complied to the instructions planted in his head. He took the elevator to the roof and promptly walked right off the edge. He landed right on his head and joined his boss down at the morgue.

  "Tragic!" Prince laughed at the thud sound he heard as he pulled out of the parking lot.

  *****

  A few miles and minutes later, he arrived at the upscale restaurant for his date. He smiled at the commotion out front, knowing it only helped his cause. He chose the beautiful spot, filled with beautiful people for a reason.

  "We wat weservations!" the bucktoothed third of Prince's new group protested when the maitre D refused to let them in.

  "It's cuz we ugly? Huh!" Tosha said and scratched a bloody bump. The man grimaced at the gruesome girls and held firm.

  "I see how you are!" cross-eyed Kamala nodded and looked in all directions. One of her eyes spotted Prince as he pulled up. "Tell this man we supposed to be here!"

  "They are supposed to be here," he repeated when he arrived on scene. The snobby little fellow immediately stepped aside so they could enter.

  "Enjoy your meal, ladies," he said with a curtsy. The girls frowned in confusion at the sudden change in his mean demeanor.

  "Dang!" Kamala cheered at the juice Prince had, then again when she looked around the swanky restaurant. "Dang!"

  "Thwis pwace wocks!" Keli proclaimed. Heads turned to see the handsome man and odd-looking girls as they were led to their reserved table. Prince walked with his head high as if he had the baddest chicks in the city. Actually he did, once he brought it out of them.

  "Here you are. Can I get you any drinks before your meal?" The hostess asked once they were seated.

  "Dom P," he said, causing the deprived girls to giggle. They had heard of Dom Perignom before but never actually had any. A few minutes later, the waitress arrived and began to pour.

  "Ladies," she said but didn't get to the gentleman.

  "None for me. I'm driving," Prince said and declined. He smiled softly at the thoughts bouncing around in the girls heads. They all wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck them back. They waited and looked around in amazement for their food to come so they could say they actually ate here.

  "What you want with us?" Tosha wanted to know.

  "It's not what I want. It's what I can give you girls," he corrected. "Now, what do you want?"

  "I want to be was stwar!" Keli announced triumphantly.

  "And what would you do to become a star?" he asked and peered into her soul. Perhaps a little too deep because she got stuck and couldn't answer.

  "Look, mister. You know how many dudes said they could do something with us just to get some pussy? I even gave a couple of them what they wanted and still ain't get no dang where!" Kamala fussed. She still wanted to fuck him, just without all the games.

  "Word!" Tosha cosigned. There was a brief pause when the waitress returned with the biggest steaks the girls had ever seen.

  "None for you?" she asked once more before departing.

  "None for me," Prince said as he watched his meals enjoy their meal. He waited until between dinner and desert before making his pitch. "I can give you want you want."

  "And just what do we want?" Kamala demanded.

  "Fame. Fortune. Riches beyond your wildest dreams..."

  "I hwave some pwetty wild dweams!" Keli confessed.

  "You do," Prince agreed since she was daydreaming about riding his face backwards while she ate. "But I can deliver. I got next and you know it."

  "He do got next!" Tosha agreed. "So, what we gotta do? What you want from us? Sex?"

  "Of course I want sex, but you want that, too. We can go fuck and then you all can go back to your mundane lives. Or..." he said and let them take the lead.

  "Or what?" they asked in the perfect harmony that would make them stars.

  "Give yourselves to me. Body, mind and soul," he replied. He wouldn't use his mind control since this had to be with their free will.

  "Okay!" they all agreed. The desert arrived and all three took a bite.

  "Save some room for the dick," Prince reminded since the night was young. He cracked up when all three spit their cake back on the plate and pushed them away. "Check please!"

  *****

  "This is okay," Kamala announced when they reached his westside home. It was nice, clean and a hell of a lot better than her rundown apartments. She just expected so much more for the man who just promised them the whole world.

  "Yes. It's my family home.
I was born here," he said as he led them inside.

  "Well, I like it!" Tosha said and shot her a stern glance that said, “don't fuck this up”.

  "Me twoo!" Keli proclaimed and shot her friend the same look. She wanted it all too but right now, she wanted some dick. She didn't get much dick since she looked so funny.

  Prince still planned to fuck them and led them straight to his bedroom. Once they arrived, he began to strip. The girls intended to strip as well, but got stuck by the beautiful, black, naked man with a big, beautiful, black dick.

  "Care to join me?" he asked once he was naked.

  "How you 'sposed to do it to all of us at the same time?" Kamala wanted to know. Meanwhile, Keli and Tosha raced to get naked with him.

  "Like this..." Prince said and got down to work. He picked Keli up and gently placed her on his tongue so she could ride his face backwards. She leaned forward and showed how her teeth got bucked. First, she sucked her thumb as a child but now the curve of her teeth was perfect to work a dick.

  "Let me," Tosha said and pushed her friend away. Keli got caught up with the tongue circling her clit and braced herself. Prince reached over and fingered Kamala's pussy until she bust a nut all over his fingers.

  "I'm fwinna cwome!" Keli announced and did just that. She tipped over and curled up into a fetal ball as she shivered and shook from her first orgasm. He pulled Tosha up to mount his mouth while Kamala threw her leg over his waist so she could ride the dick.

  It may have been three against one but that wasn't enough. Prince fucked those girls every which way humanly possible. Each had so many orgasms they were dehydrated from losing so much liquid.

  "No more!" Kamala pleaded and tapped out. She joined her friends curled up in the corner.

  "Now, are you ready to give yourselves to me?" Prince asked in a tone that made them rise.

  "Yes," they sang and nodded. Prince smiled and let his long fangs slide out. Each had a chance to decline but neither did. Instead, they all lifted their heads up and back to show their pretty necks.

  Prince licked Kamala's thick jugular vein and felt the blood coursing through it. He slowly sank his fangs inside and felt her knees buckle below. He held her in place and drank until her pulse began to slow.

  Keli practically shoved Keli aside so she could go next. She was next and he drank from her neck until she was weak. He laid her next to one friend and did the same to the other friend.

  The three girls were weak from loss of blood but still watched as Prince used his claw to open his wrist. There were three girls and only two wrists, so he made an incision in the thick, curly vein that ran the length of his dick. This allowed all three to drink of his blood at the same time. The wounds closed immediately once the feeding was over.

  "Time to die, ladies. I'll see you when you awake."

  CHAPTER 7

  "Man, I can't get hold to the girls! I called Kamala all night and she won't answer. Tosha going straight to voicemail and Keli ain't got no phone!" Meech said, sounding like worry wart.

  "I heard from them. Matter fact, I sent them down to Mexico. To get some work done," Prince explained which would explain how they would look the next time they were seen.

  "Mexico? Work? What kinda work?" he questioned but wasn't getting any answers.

  "We ready for next Tuesday?" Prince asked since it was his release date. By next Wednesday, Dark Prince would be a household name. They released the single with him and Dirt and it was blowing up the charts. The world wanted to know of he could hold his own for sixteen tracks. The only thing left was to shoot the video so the world could get a glimpse of him.

  "Oh yeah!" we booked the hottest club in the city!" Meech cheered. It was debatable since there were plenty of hot clubs in the city of Atlanta. He chose this one to show how much the tables had turned. Now those same bouncers who turned their noses up at him would have to cater to him. Prince cracked a smirk at the thought since his friend deserved it.

  "How was the service?" Prince managed to ask without laughing. Today was the day they put Dirt in the dirt and he found it quite amusing.

  "Crazy. His baby mamas lost their damn minds!" Meech laughed and filled him in on the theatrics. His mood got somber when it came time to talk business. "Only thing, with Dirt dead we ain't got the bread for the video shoot. And we running out of time."

  "Set it up. I'll go to the bank tomorrow and get it," Prince said, solving the dilemma.

  "A hundred grand! Just go to the bank and get a hundred grand?" Meech asked incredulously.

  "Should I get two?" he asked since money was no object. All he needed to do was ask the manager to transfer money into his account. When you have the power of hypnosis, people do what you tell them. "Yeah, I'll just have two."

  *****

  Kristine Musa didn't have the power of hypnosis but she had a super power of her own. She couldn't leap a tall building in a single bound, but she had a walk on her that turned heads so hard, some men got whiplash. Besides her brain, her big ass was her biggest asset. It wiggled like a worm on a hook and her prey always took the bait.

  Excuse me, miss," a debonair Latino gentleman greeted when he approached her in the Bahamian night club. Reports of bloodless bodies caught her ear and here she was.

  "American?" she asked in mock shock. He thought he was randomly selecting her but it was she who selected him.

  "Yes. California!" he smiled and sat down. "I'm Pablo. Born in Mexico but been in Los Angeles for a lifetime."

  "At least," she smiled back at her own wordplay. Pablo had been in Los Angeles for a couple of lifetimes since he was three hundred years old. He had a pattern of island hopping to feed. A pattern picked up on by a very smart vampire hunter. He had a type, so she became it. The timing was perfect and in inhaled the sweet scent of her menstrual cycle.

  "Would you like to go somewhere quiet and talk?" Pablo asked as he listened to her heartbeat though her chest.

  "No, I would rather go somewhere and fuck loudly. I have a suite," she said and instantly shut her thoughts down. She didn't know if he could read minds or not so she kept hers blank. She blinked twice and went totally blonde.

  "I have a villa! We can—" he began, but didn't end.

  "I prefer my own place," Kristine said and stood. Pablo looked her up and down and forget all about his villa. She knew when he would follow when she walked away. A short walk later, they reached her beachfront bungalow. It was right on the beach to capture the brilliant Caribbean sunrise.

  "Nice. Not as nice as my villa, but it'll do," Pablo quipped as they entered. He shrugged and remembered why they were there.

  "I have my cycle. Lay down while I shower," she announced. She stepped out of her dress to show what she was working with.

  "I don't mind blood. In fact, I prefer it," Pablo said and came out of his clothes as he came near. He scooped her off her feet and laid her down on the large four-poster bed. The handcuffs on the headboard spelled out, “F.R.E.A.K.”

  "On your back!" she demanded and went to remove his dick.

  "Okay then!" he said and complied. She immediately strapped his wrist to the ornate headboard. He felt strange the moment she did. "I feel..."

  "Weak?" she asked as she rolled off the bed and covered herself. "Your laying on sheets infused with pure silver."

  "Let me up!" Pablo screamed, hissed, and bared his fangs. It would have been scary to most people but Kristine Musa wasn't most people. She was a vampire hunter and knew she was in control. The sheets and cuffs were made from vampire kryptonite pure silver. It sapped his strength from the moment it touched him. He wouldn't die but got weaker by the second.

  "What is that?" Pablo demanded when Kristine began to draw a bright green fluid up into a syringe.

  "It doesn't actually have a name. Been so busy trying to make sure it works," she admitted as she checked the amount. She scrunched her face and added a little more.

  "What am I, your guinea pig?" he complained as she came over with the needle. />
  "I actually had a guinea pig once. It died," she admitted and inserted the needle.

  "What does this do?" Pablo asked as he felt the liquid spreading throughout his body.

  "It reverses the virus. Supposed to anyway. It worked once. Well, kind of. It cured the fellow but he aged a thousand years in two minutes and turned to dust," she sighed.

  "Did you just shrug? You can't just shrug after turning someone into dust!" he moaned.

  "You feed on people! Then toss them aside like trash! So..." she snapped and shrugged again to spite him. The conversation came to an end as the concoction began to work. Kristine was hopeful when his fangs and claws slowly retracted.

  "I th—think it—it's working?" Pablo asked as he began to feel more human than he had in three hundred years.

  "We're about to see..." Kristine said as the pink predawn glow lined the horizon. She opened the drapes and watched as the true dawn began to spread.

  "I'm cured!" Pablo cheered when the direct sunlight didn't burn.

  "Uh oh..." she moaned a minute later when he began to smoke and sizzle.

  She could have closed the curtains and tried again but didn't. She shrugged once more and went back to the drawing board. Pablo growled and howled as the fire consumed him. It wasn't a total failure and she was getting closer. Now she just needed another vampire to experiment on. Luckily for her, new vampires were made everyday.

  *****

  "They should be about ripe now," Prince said and went to check on his princesses. He put the dead girls in the guest room while awaiting them to become undead. "Ah yes!"

  "I feel so different," Keli said. She noticed the change in her speech and ran her tongue over her now perfectly straight teeth. She smiled wider and brighter than ever before.

  "Me, too," Tosha said and touched her face. It was once as bumpy as a topographic globe, but was now as smooth as a baby's bottom.

  "I can see!" Kamala said as her vision was clear. She had almost become used to the doubled vision of her wandering eyes. Now, they were straight and focused.