by Sa'id Salaam
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed and waved it off. She decided she would tell Prince as he went on to show her the other bodies with bite marks on various parts of their bodies. It confirmed her suspicions that there were multiple vampires in this city.
*****
"Stop. I'm good," Prince said and pressed pause on the backstage blowjob he was receiving.
"Did I do something wrong?" the groupie whined and pouted. She had won out over the legion of girls vying for his attention. Prince was relieved by the knock on the door and stood up to answer it. He tucked the wood away and went to pull it open.
"Sup, shawty," Prince greeted when Meech met him in his dressing room. He booked several shows around the city to give the fans a peep at their latest idol. The girl scampered off as he came in.
"Sup," he greeted back. It was clear he was still pretty bummed out about losing Tosha, Kamala and Keli in one fell swoop. A glance inside his mind proved what was on his face.
"I know, bruh. I miss ‘em, too. I'll dedicate tonight’s show in their honor," Prince said. It was the least he could do since he was to blame for corrupting the girls. One could argue that the corruption was already in them since every person contains, or has the potential for three kinds of souls.
First, there's the soul that commands evil. The lower-based self that chases lust and desires. Then comes the self-reproaching self that knows the difference between wrong and right, good and evil. It strives to do good but can occasionally fall short. It is repentant if or when that happens. Last is the soul that is in complete rest and satisfaction. It's content with the limits of it's Lord and wouldn't go any where near disobedience.
“Do that. Can you shout out Angela? She’s out there, too," Meechie asked.
"Sure," he said and stood. He realized his manager was his only friend and there wasn't much he wouldn't do to please him.
Prince walked out on stage and the crowd erupted. That was the reason he became a performer, but it seemed to have lost a little of its lore. Until the music started, that is and he began to do what he did best. He launched into a mixed medley of his entire repertoire.
Halfway through he noticed a flamboyant vampire come in with four newly turned vampires by his side. He was one of the strays who got away when the Princesses died. Each of them had been secretly turning new vampires so they could gain more strength for their solo careers. Each left at least one when they died and Lil Zag was one of them.
He was a wannabe rapper Kamala met backstage at a show. She infected him with their virus and sent him home to die so she could go kill him again. Only she died before she got the chance. Now he turned a few girls so he could have an entourage just like his favorite rapper on the stage right.
Prince peeped inside his mind and mentally jotted his address down before someone else waltzed in and demanded his attention. The show may have been dedicated to the girls when it began but the remaining half was all for Kristine.
She dressed to impress herself mainly but knew the Dark Prince would appreciate the beige legs under the short red dress. They went well with the mound of cleavage protruding from the top of her low cut blouse.
Prince usually treated his audience to an encore, but tonight he had other plans. He rapped up his set with an acappella freestyle and dropped the mic. His hypnosis cleared a path as he exited the stage and made his way over to her table.
"Bravo," Kristine clapped. She wasn't exactly sure why she was here, but here she was. Prince cheated and went inside her mind and saw she didn't have an answer to the question that was on his mind, as well.
"You like?" he asked even though he got the answer to that while he was in her head. What he did gleam was the heat she felt about being felt up by the medical examiner. He made up his own mind not to read hers again or impose his will through hypnosis.
"I actually did! I'm more of a reggae gal, but you’re okay," she admitted and smiled.
"Do you think you'll be able to still do it once I turn you back into a human?"
"Oh, I'm very much human now. Human, plus," he laughed and she laughed along with him. It set off a playful banter that lasted an hour. She even confided in him about being molested at the morgue.
"Guess I should go," Kristine said and stood.
"Okay. I'll see you in your dreams," Prince said and stood, as well.
"I doubt that, but come on with it," she dared and sashayed out of the club. She didn't need any special powers to know her shapely ass had an audience all the way out of the club. The other rapper/vampire rushed over as soon as she left his side.
"That was dope!" Lil Zag said and held up his hand for a pound. Prince frowned at him and his vampire groupies by his side.
"Are you the one leaving your empties on the street?" Prince wanted to know. He knew the key to survival is to move in silence and violence. This flamboyant guy dressed like a peacock obviously didn't catch that class.
"It's just food. Fast food. Take out," three of his girls said while the last one nodded.
"You're right! So let's go eat!" Prince cheered. "I have a four hundred pound man at my house right now. You all are invited!"
The group made their way over to Prince's house in a two-car caravan. He led them inside and up to the Boom Boom Room. Once they were all in, he locked the door behind him.
"Where's our food?" one of the girls whined when she realized the room was empty beside them.
"There is no food!" Lil Zag snapped when he got it. To his credit, he didn't go out without a fight. It wasn't much of a fight, but a fight none the less.
"You are the food!" Prince said and transformed into a large wolf. He nearly bit Lil Zag into two with his first bite. He left him to deal with the massive injury while he literally ate the four girls alive. He was an animal while ripping the vampires to shreds.
Even Prince was surprised at the carnage once his feeding frenzy subsided. There wasn't enough parts of the five left to make one by the time he transformed back into a man. It made clean up easy since there was less to put into his crematorium. Once the walls and floors were hosed clean, the room was as good as new.
Prince was too and let out a mighty roar as a surge of energy filled his body. The neighborhood dogs howled back in reply to his howl. He had reached a new milestone in the vampire world.
"Now, where is Butta?" Prince snarled. He was ready to rid the world of his only competition but still had a couple errands to run before dawn.
CHAPTER 18
Kristine tossed turned in her bed in search of sleep. She couldn't decide if she was hot or cold and alternated between pulling her sheets onto her body or kicking them away. She stripped away the confines of underwear and tried to relax. She would never admit how worked up Prince had her.
It finally looked like slumber would come as a gentle fog entered her room. It seemed to actually touch her as it rolled over her body. She kicked the sheets away once more and enjoyed the feel of the breeze on her legs. Her legs spread in hopes the wind would flow in that direction.
"Mmm!" Kristine moaned when the wind changed directions. It nibbled at the back of her knee before licking its way up her thigh. She felt a flush of juice gathering in her juice box hoping the wind would lick her there, as well.
It did and lifted her whole body off the bed. Kristine pulled her legs apart and thrashed as a whirlwind whipped around her pearl tongue. It darted in and out of her and caused her lonely vagina to throb.
"You're gonna make me fucking cum!" she shouted at the wind but the wind didn't let up. It kept doing what it was doing like it dared her to come.
Kristine lost that dare when her whole body shook and shivered from the most intense orgasm she ever had. The wind didn't let up though, it kept right on blowing until another orgasm shook the room.
She willed the wind to get hard and reached down to guide it inside of her. That took a minute since it felt so good to rub its big mushroom shaped head in between her slippery lips.
"Mmmm, ssss," she moaned and hiss
ed as the wind sank slowly inside of her. It had a gentle stroke at first like any calm before any storm. It began to pick up strength in the hot pussy just like a hurricane does over the warm Gulf of Mexico.
Kristine came once again when an orgasm snuck up on her. The wind had a tongue and slid it into her mouth. She literally sucked it like she was giving it head as it stroked her. Stroked her in rhythm with a far away beat that she couldn't hear but damn sure felt.
"Oh, you gonna just keep making me cum, huh?" she asked and answered herself when she came again. She felt the puddle of juice pooling under her but didn't mind. She needed to change her sheets anyway, even through she just put them on that morning. She could think of every excuse in the book on behalf of that good stroking wind. She would lie in a court of law on its behalf by the time she came again.
"Go on. Come on," she urged when the wind grew choppy like any man would when he was about to come. She squeezed her hot back and encouraged it to come.
The wind let out a howl of its own and plunged to the bottom of her well. She could feel it pulsate and throb as it pumped her full of wind. She felt it gently kiss her lips, neck, breast, and stomach before leaving through the same window it came in.
"Mmmm," she moaned once and rolled over on her side. Hours past as quickly as minutes and her alarm clock began to ring. She groaned and rolled out of bed to begin her busy day. That started with a tinkle on the toilet before stepping into the shower.
"That was some dream!" she said in amazement when she felt a gentle soreness between her legs. She had never rubbed herself raw in any of the times she rubbed one out for herself.
"Okay, pretty girl. Let's see what the day brings," she told her reflection in the mirror. Her pleasant smile slowly turned down when she noticed an anomaly on her neck. She pushed her curls aside and leaned in for a closer look.
Kristine wore a full-fledged frown when she saw the two holes, perfectly aligned with her jugular vein. She was sure it was the steam from the shower, so she wiped the mirror dry with her towel, but the holes didn't go away.
Her phone barley rang, so she barely answered. This time she knew exactly who it was and rushed to answer it.
"Did you come here last night?" she demanded.
“Did I!" Prince laughed. "In fact, I came there twice. Not as many as you but—"
"You bit me?" she asked and touched her fingers to the holes in her neck.
"Had to. I had to get a taste. Well, another taste," Prince said. He could hear her blushing over the phone and cracked up.
Kristine knew the bite was next to harmless but now she could easily be turned if she drank his blood. There was still a full vial of it in her fridge. She had no intention on doing that but wondered if that applied to him cumming inside of her.
"I doubt that," he answered to her thought. Only because it boomed out of her head, so he didn't have to go inside.
"Wow! I, you…" Kristine fussed but couldn't find words. She knew vampires can't enter a home without being invited and shook her head at her almost tacit invitation. "Ugh!"
"See you later, babes," Prince laughed even though she had already hung up. She may not have heard him but he knew she felt him.
******
"Here we go," Kristine said to pump herself up when she reached the morgue. With the uptick in vampire activity lately, she had no reason to believe it would stop.
"Miss Musa, I presume?" yet another medical examiner greeted when she walked in.
"Yes, and you are?" she asked and looked around for Mr. Touchy-Feely.
"Drawer eleven," he answered to the question she didn't ask, then the one she did.
"I'm Doctor Stevenson. The new, new medical examiner."
"Drawer eleven?" Kristine asked as she made her way over. By now, she was very much familiar with the layout of this and many morgues around the world.
"Eleven," he repeated and squinted at the scarf around her neck.
"Oh my!" she said with a mouthful of mirth when she saw the previous coroner stretched out on his back. "Where are his hands?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," he replied and studied her as closely as she studied the corpse.
She expected to see bite marks on his neck but didn't. She could tell from the bruising and awkward angle that the cause of death was a broken neck. There were no outward signs of a vampire attack but she knew a vampire did it. In fact, she knew exactly which vampire did after venting to Prince about the grope. A slight smirk ended her examination of the man and she slid the drawer back in.
"Any unusual bodies turn up overnight?" Kristine asked and looked around.
"Young black men dead at the hands of other black men is unusual in itself," he replied.
"Indeed," she agreed. "I meant unexplained deaths. Gory, blood letting."
"You mean vampires?" the doctor asked knowingly.
"They're real!" she shot back in frustration. She had finally got one to believe and he quit on her. Now she had to start all over again.
"Oh, I know. Something tells me you know a little better than I," he said and nodded at her neck.
"I beg your pardon! My boyfriend likes to leave passion marks, not bite marks!" she shot back. There was a brief silence while he decided if he believed her or not. His head began to nod and eased the tension.
"Only one. Something changed?" he said of the sudden down tick in deaths. Neither knew that Prince personally disposed of the five vampires who caused much of the carnage. There were two more stragglers who had yet to be discovered.
And then there was Butta.
*****
"I can feel youuuuuu," Butta sang to himself as he perched in the VIP section of a nightclub. He was on the hunt for his supper when he felt the unmistakable essence of another vampire in his midst.
He scanned the dimly lit confines of the club and locked eyes with a young woman as she approached. She had worked in the club scene until a backstage encounter with Tosha during a show. She turned the bisexual into a trisexual when she seduced her in a coat closet. Tosha turned her into a vampire with plans to absorb her powers. She never made it and now the woman roamed the city in search of food.
"Butta," Butta greeted and stood like a gentleman when she reached his table.
"Clarissa," she said and watched him kiss her hand. He pressed his lips firmly against the veins on the back of her hand and felt the blood coursing below.
"You're new," he ascertained from her smell, taste, and demeanor.
"A few weeks old. Trying to get older, if you'll let me?" she asked. She had done her homework once she accepted what was wrong with her.
Clarissa awoke from the dead two days after her encounter with Tosha and couldn't eat. She had an insatiable thirst that water, juice or wine wouldn't quench. It wasn't until she bit her purring cat that she began to understand. She did her research and realized she was a vampire.
"I could," he said and inspected her once over. Every vampire needs a companion to ride out eternity with. Mortals just didn't fit the bill since they had a habit of getting older and dying.
"It looks better without the clothes," she said and stood so he could get a better look. She would have removed her tiny dress on the spot if that helped her cause. It wasn't necessary when Butta began to nod in approval. She was one of those new model white girls who came with a fat booty and thick lips.
"Let's go!" he decided and stood as well. They plucked a girl from the bar on their way out like a ripe fruit. She would be their bottle of champagne to consummate their new union.
*****
"Are you okay, Jimmy?" Officer Butler asked his partner as they cruised the city in their police car. He had wanted to ask him for a week now since his behavior had become increasingly bizarre.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I just..." he stammered since he was wondering what was wrong with him, as well.
His last clear moments were from a week ago when he moonlighted a security job at a concert. Prince and his Princesses were performing and he had b
ackstage access. He couldn't believe his good fortune when one of the sexy singers sought to seduce him. She took him into an empty dressing room and put him in her empty mouth.
Jimmy winced now from the memory of her biting him on his dick. The next thing he recalled was waking up at home with his angry wife standing over him. Lipstick on a collar is hard enough to explain, so what could be said about a hickie on his dickie?
His strong will allowed him to fight the thirst growing inside of him. It was beginning to totally consume him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. If he didn't drink blood soon, he would die or revert back to human. The latter never happens because they all fall victim to the thirst.
"We can go back to the station if you're feeling well. You don't look well," he said seeing sweat pouring from his open pores.
"I'm fine," he insisted just as a call came in about an armed robbery in progress. He grabbed the radio and took the call, obligating his partner to press on.
Butler shook his head and whipped around to rush towards the crime scene. They arrived and hopped out just as the masked suspect rushed out with a bag of money in one hand and an obvious toy gun in the other.
Gun!" Butler shouted and got an instant erection. The white cop had sat back and watched his white cop’s brother get free kills on black men all over the country and now it was his chance.
"It's not real!" Jimmy was saying before his partner lifted him up. The heavy 40-caliber slug caused a mist of blood to fill the air when they slammed into his torso. The sight and smell was too much for Jimmy to resist. He dropped his weapon and rushed over to the fallen teen. "What are you doing Jimmy? Jimmy!" Butler shouted, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. He could only watch in shock and horror as the partner he known for years ran over and slurped blood from the gunshot wounds. He switched between several of the holes until he settled on the one that paid out best.
The store security camera as well as the police body cams both caught the spectacular footage of a vampire feeding.
