by Sa'id Salaam
Keli stormed off and grabbed a couple of plasma packs from the fridge and curbed her thirst. They all rested up for the show later that night in the house that Lebron built. Once nightfall fell, they exited the bus and breathed in the night air.
"After the show," Prince told Keli and put a fanged smile on her face.
"After the show," she agreed even though the burly stagehands were looking scrumptious. She licked her lips at a four hundred pound security guard and made him blush.
"After the show," Kamala seconded as she eyed a snack of her own. Prince knew his control over the girls was less than their desires. He just hoped they could keep it together until the end of the tour.
Meanwhile, an amateur vampire hunter had landed in town and rushed over to the stadium.
*****
"Medical," Daniel said in an authoritarian tone when he reached the entrance for the dressing room and backstage. He flashed his credentials from work and breezed by the guard.
"Okay," the man said and stepped aside. He was on guard for female groupies and let the male groupie slide right by.
Daniel couldn't decide if he was a groupie or vampire hunter as he toured the backstage area of the nations hottest tours. B-list rappers floated around like the weed smoke hovering in the air. He stopped and bobbed his head as they rapped in circles to prepare for their opening acts.
Meanwhile, the main act warmed up inside the hot vaginas of his Princesses. The insatiable foursome had a foursome that would only curb their appetites just like the packs of plasma. After the show, the after party would be an orgy of blood and sex and violence for whatever unlucky groupie selected.
"Here we go," Daniel said as he reached the dressing room with the girls name on it. Unlike Kristine, he didn't think Prince could be a vampire and hoped to disprove it before they reached Cincinnati. Then he would be able to get a second helping of her insides.
"Medical!" he announced and turned the knob. The door opened and he eased inside the empty room. He began a search of the room, looking for evidence that proved they were human. Instead, he found a pair of frilly panties that caught his attention. Most men will sniff for a whiff of pussy and he was no exception.
"You like?" a voice asked behind him while he had the crotch in his nostrils, inhaling the sweet remnants of a clean vagina.
"It's not what it looks like!" he said and snatched them away from his face and spun around to face the face belonging to the voice.
"It looked like you were smelling my panties?" Keli asked and cracked her pretty smile.
"Huh? Oh, no. I was just, umm… Medical," he said and held up his badge once again.
"This isn't Atlanta," she reminded since she was able to read the badge in the brief second he displayed it. She smiled again, lifted a leg, and slid a finger inside of herself. "Here..."
Keli didn't yet posses powers of hypnosis but he came none the less. He inhaled the wet finger before letting her slide it in his mouth. Daniel had no idea some of the juice he sucked from her finger belonged to Prince.
"Why are you here?" Keli asked. She had always been a smart girl and knew a medical examiner from Atlanta in her dressing room in Cincinnati was no coincidence.
"My um, friend. Well, she thinks… It's crazy but, are you a vampire?" he stammered.
"Yes," she answered and bared her fangs. "And now you are, too!"
Daniel couldn't even scream when Keli clamped on his neck. She reached inside his pants and massaged his meat while draining his blood. She almost went too far but let up when his knees buckled under him.
She lowered him to the ground and slit her nipple with her claw. She put him on her titty like a baby and let him drink. The flow of blood flowed into his mouth and brought him back from the brink of death. He would still die anyway but would then be reborn.
Keli stuffed Daniel into a closet and went to perform. He was lucky to catch the before party because no one would survive the after party.
CHAPTER 11
"Thank you, Cleveland!" Prince declared when he brought his show to a close. He had performed his entire album and a plethora of unreleased material. Video of the performance was viral before he stepped off the stage.
"Cincinnati, huh?" Kristine fussed when the video hit the Gram. She knew Daniel didn't just omit a whole city by mistake. She called his phone repeatedly but only got to leave messages since he was currently going from life to death and back to life.
A hundred faithful followers followed the flock over to the nightclub hosting the after party. The after party “party” would be held in a five star hotel. One selected for the incinerator they used to dispose of their garbage.
"Thanks for coming!" the owner of the club greeted as he let Prince and the Princesses into the back door. The club was packed and a line of people who were not getting in stretched around the block.
"Thank me for coming," Prince insisted. He was promised ten thousand extra dollars to grace his place with face. Tosha stuck her hand out to collect the fee.
"I'm umm, am a little short," he stammered and parted with three of the promised ten thousand dollars.
"You mean a lot short!" Kamala growled and nearly showed her fangs. The club was at capacity and charging twenty bucks a head. The busy bartenders were proof that the greedy man was trying to get over on them.
"Can I?" Keli dared.
"You sure can. Just not here," Prince said and turned to the only. "That's fine. Come back to the hotel afterwards. I think she likes you."
"I do like him!" Keli purred and gripped his crotch. She felt him grow stiff in her hand and said, "I see he likes me, too!"
"We do!" he said on behalf of him and his dick. He rushed off to call home and make some excuses to his wife. He planned to cheat on her just like he just cheated his guest out of most of their fee. It would have been a stellar night if not for a date with death.
Prince held court in the VIP section, taking pictures with hood celebrities and thots. He had selected two women for himself and let the girls pick out a few for themselves. He felt the presence of another vampire and went on high alert.
"Bonjour," Butta greeted as a sarcastic reminder of their mutual place of rebirth. Prince braced himself against the shiver that always ran up his spine whenever he thought of Katrina. He had been deathly afraid of the woman but hearing Butta had dispatched her gave him reason to now fear him. He did, but it didn't show.
"Bonjour, monsieur," Prince said and pushed the groupie by his side away so Butta could sit. She had been in the midst of jacking his dick, so he left it out as a show of disrespect.
"I'll stand," he said and let his fangs hang to show what he thought of being chumped off. Little did Prince know, he followed the tour and left bodies behind in his wake. It was as if he was marking a trail. "I enjoyed the show."
"I enjoyed yours in Atlanta. Kinda reckless leaving headless bodies in the park?" Prince said with a question mark to get an answer.
"Eh," and a nonchalant shrug was all he had coming.
"Coming to the after party?" he asked.
"So you and your little entourage can attack? We shall dance our dance, just not tonight," he laughed. He mentally demanded the groupie to stand and she did. She took two steps towards Butta until Prince butted into her brain.
She spun around and took three steps in his direction. Butta commanded her to turn around again and she did. The two vampires played a game of tug a war within her brain that caused her nose to bleed. They reached a draw when she passed out from the pressure.
"Let's go," Prince directed when the commotion around the girl began. He quickly replaced her with another and led the way out of the club.
"I'll ride with you," Keli told the club owner when they stepped outside.
"As long as you ride this dick," he bargained.
"But of course I'll ride this horse! Like you never been rode before!" she said and gripped it once again. Once again, it grew hard in her hand and sealed his fate.
Prince had
rented half a floor for his nighttime festivities. There was only an hour before the sun obeyed its Lord and rose from the east. Blackout curtains would give them a few more hours of playtime.
"It's playtime!" Keli announced when they reached a room. She quickly stripped but found the man had still beat her getting undressed. By the time she looked up, he was wearing was his socks and a smile. His erection stood straight out ahead, bobbing in mid air.
"Tah dah!" he playfully pronounced to present his penis.
"Well, I can't ride it like that," Keli lied. She rode Prince while he stood just this morning but preferred to have the man on his back.
He dove on his back on the bed and pointed his dick to the sky. Keli rushed over and did an acrobatic flip onto the dick like it was the Olympics. He should have known something was wrong then but couldn't ignore the sexy young thing riding his dick. Even when she moved at superhuman speed.
"Okay then, lil’ bit!" he cheered when she spun around and rode him backwards, and sideways. The next time she spun, she bore her fangs and rode even faster. This would have been a good time to panic, but he just cheered her on. "Get it, lil’ mama!"
Keli bust a good nut then bit into his neck. A satisfying gush of hot blood filled her mouth when she latched on. The man fought and struggled to no avail. He ended up being food for a hungry vampire.
The same was going on down the hall in the presidential suite. Prince and the remaining Princesses had a blood soaked orgy with several more groupies. Once their lust was satisfied, Prince collected the corpses and escorted them to the incinerator. Their work was done in Cleveland and it was time to move on to Cincinnati.
*****
"Hey! What are you doing here?" a janitor fussed when he found a man stuffed in the closet. He was startled at first, thinking he had come across a corpse. The dead body moved when he poked it with his broom so he knew he was alive.
"I. I umm..." Daniel started and stopped because he didn't know what or where he was. He extricated himself from the closet and stood.
"I'm calling the cops," he decided and turned to do just that.
"Wait!" Daniel said and grabbed his arm in a panic. Both were shocked when he easily flung him across the room.
"What the fuck?" Daniel asked aloud as the events leading to him being found in the closet came back to him. "No!"
"Okay, I won't call the cops! Just leave. I have to get this dressing room ready for the concert," he pleaded.
"The Dark Prince concert?" he asked and held his breath for the answer that would confirm or deny his suspicions.
"Dark Prince? That was two days ago! Have you been here all that time? You were sleep for two days!" the janitor reeled. He just knew it had to be some of these new fangled drugs the kids used nowadays. Back in his day, they had to smoke it, or shoot it, maybe even snort it up their nostrils. Now they have stuff you just lick and it'll keep you high for a week.
"Sleep? Nah, I was dead," Daniel said and accepted his fate.
"Dead?" the man asked and began to ease backwards towards the door.
"Yeah, now I'm undead. A vampire," he explained and the man made a run for it.
Daniel made a leap across the room and landed on his back before he could get the door open. He reached turned his head around the wrong way with a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage. That first bite into human flesh is just like that first hit of any drug. A satisfying feeling flowed through Daniel's body as he drank the life nectar of another. He could feel life flowing into him and it felt good.
Keli didn't just create a vampire, she created a monster.
*****
Kristine still hadn't heard from Daniel and was beginning to worry. The man would call or text her daily, but now she hadn't heard from him in days. She ignored the carnage left in Cleveland and landed in Cincinnati.
Butta had left a deliberate mess behind in every city the tour made a stop. His was the pattern she was following since the missing persons hadn't reached her radar.
The mutilated body found in a five star hotel put Kristine in the right direction. She called around and found out which one was booked tight for the night of the concert and headed right over.
"I need a suite," she insisted when she reached the counter.
"We're completely booked," the pretty lady behind the counter countered.
"Interpol," she said and produced her credentials. Completely booked has a different meaning with the right badge. Most hotels hold a couple rooms for last minute VIPs and the international police fit the criteria.
"Room 12-26. I hope it's not too loud up there. A concert is in town and the entourage is staying on the twelfth floor, as well," she apologized in advance.
"Loud is good," Kristine replied. She knew how loud a vampire would scream when the sunrays set them on fire. Her bag was packed with the tools of her trade including stakes, and garlic. She also had pure silver in various forms including bullets for a silencer-equipped pistol she packed. Still she hoped to try her vaccine on a living specimen so she could rid the world of vampires once and for all.
Kristine may have spent her life hunting immortals but she was very much mortal herself. She let out a queen sized yawn as soon she saw the king size bed in her room. There was plenty of time before the show for her to nap so she climbed on and drifted away.
*****
"I'm hungry!" Keli sung her usual song. She knew what was coming and pulled a pack of plasma from the fridge.
"What are we going to do about Butta? He's a problem!" Tosha declared and bared her fangs to show her solution.
"He's more than just a problem..." Prince said and trailed off. Once again, he thought about how powerful Butta must be to have killed Katrina. A vampire can only gain strength from killing other vampires. He knew what had to be done once they returned to Atlanta. They had to turn and kill as many new vampires as possible before Butta made his move.
He wasn't the only one planning to turn and kill other vampires. The girls were smart enough not to think it when in his presence but all had the same idea. The same idea, yet for different reasons.
Tosha wanted to be the queen to King Prince and could do without the other Princesses. Keli wanted to be stronger so she could feed when and how she wanted. She had a head start on her friends since she had Daniel’s address from his work credentials. Kamala smelled smoke from her friends and knew she had to protect herself. There could be only one and she planned to be it.
"Well, it's showtime," Prince announced once the sun had finally set. Now they could venture out and select their prey for the after party. They lined up their meals and headed over to the stadium to put on their show.
*****
"Shit!" Kristine fussed when she willed herself awake. She had slept through the alarm she set for herself. She popped up and rushed under the shower to wake herself up completely. Vampire hunting is no place for the drowsy.
She still had to be cute, so she dressed to impress. A squirt of garlic perfume on her neck would at least slow a vampire down. The silver bullets in her small automatic would drop him dead on the spot if hit in the heart. It was easier to conceal than the crossbow with the wooden stakes that worked just as well. She finished dressing and rushed from her room and came face to face with a vampire.
"Well, hello there," Butta greeted with the unmistakable charisma of a vampire. Kristine froze for a split second from the shock, then regained her composure.
"Hello, yourself," she purred and cleared her mind of any thoughts. Butta frowned when her mind went blank, leaving him nothing to read. She couldn't read his mind either and he had plans to leave a surprise for Prince when he returned.
"Care to spend a little time with me?" he invited and extended an elbow to escort her.
"Sure," she said, accepting the invitation and elbow. He escorted her straight to Prince’s room and used the key the housekeeper gave him. The Mexican woman was in his tub right now waiting to be devoured for dinner. He would plant her empty corpse so the
heat would fall on Prince when the bodies began to all connect back to him.
"Nice," she sang as they entered the room.
"Nice indeed," Butta said as he checked out her ass. She put a little extra on it as a distraction and distracted him enough to pull her weapon.
"Sorry," she said in advance and whirled around with the syringe.
"You will be!" Butta growled as he caught the needle in his hand. She managed to inject half of the solution before he could snatch it out. A viscous backhand lifted her off her feet and deposited her across the room. Her head hit the wall hard enough to nearly crack her skull. She was sound asleep as she slid down to the carpet below.
Butta took one step in her direction until he began to feel the effects of what she shot him up with. First, the sedation of the silver in the solution. It was enough to drop him to one knee like Colin Kapernick. He tried to stand once more but wobbled and fell.
Prince would easily take his head off if found him in this condition. All he could do was crawl out of the room and down the hall. He hit the stairwell and fell down one flight to his own floor. Butta barely made it to his own room and into the bathroom. He found the housekeeper curled up into a fetal ball where he left her. His fangs wouldn't extend, so he gnawed his way into her wrist and saved his life.
******
Hours later, Prince and company arrived back to his room. Four women and two men were selected for the festivities of fucking and feasting. Prince stopped dead in his tracks the moment he opened the door.
"Wait!" he demanded from the remnants of Butta left in the air. The faint heartbeat drew his eyes to Kristine unconscious on the floor. "Go to your room."
"But we—" Kamala began to protest but got shutdown before she could get it out.
"Go!" Prince boomed and they were gone. Keli smiled since it was more for her. He turned his head curiously and approached the woman on the floor. Checking her pulse proved his ears correct and he knew she was close to death.
