Microphone Fiend

by Sa'id Salaam

  "Jimmy! Back away from the perp!" Butler screamed and pointed his service weapon at his face. Jimmy looked up, bared his fangs, and hissed. That was enough for him to gun him down, as well.

  Jimmy rolled away from the victim when the gunshot wound slammed into his body.

  "This is Officer Butler! I need assistance! Officer down!" He yelled into his walkie-talkie. He didn't know what to make of this strange scene, but then it got even stranger.

  Jimmy hopped up to his feet and took off. He turned into a Blue Blur and tore off down the street. His partner could believe what he just witnessed. Lucky for him he got it all in his body Camp. Unlucky for the vampires trying to stay on the low, the store security camera got the same footage. Vampires were real and they now had it on video.

  CHAPTER 18

  "Did you see the news?" Kristine asked when Prince took her call. She finally had a reason to call and jumped all over it. She had started a couple of texts that never got sent off. The standard “hey, big head” and “wyd” text that chicks sent after dudes laid some really good pipe.

  "Hey, big head," Prince laughed even though he knew the footage of the vampire cop drinking blood would be a problem. He knew every vampire in the country would come looking for the new meat. It was unnecessary heat that he did not need. The news footage was they were coming out and they were coming out.

  "You're awfully calm about this!" She shot back. She should be happy to finally have confirmation and validation of her life's work, but knew this could be a problem as well.

  "Because this may save me some gas," he said since he still planned to kill every vampire he came in contact with. There can only be one and he planned to be that one. He broke the awkward silence and changed the subject. "Can I come see you?"

  "Can I cure you?" She shot back immediately.

  "No," he said just as quickly.

  "So no, then!" Kristine returned like a tennis volley. She sounded tough, but it didn't last long before she broke down and said "Okay."

  "Okay, what?" Prince pressed.

  "Okay, you can come, but no sex," she heard herself say. Even she heard the lust in her voice and she knew he heard it, too. She quickly hung up and tossed the phone aside.

  Kristine had barely got under the steaming shower when she heard a knock on her door. She had left it unlocked, so he she didn't bother to rush. Once she finished bathing, she dried off and came out to find a vampire in her bed.

  Kristine was a tough woman, a dangerous woman, but a woman nonetheless. She could have not ignored the way he made her feel when they were together or apart. That did not change what she had to do, but it will not be done tonight. He was still a vampire and he had to be cured or killed.

  They locked eyes as she stepped out of the bathroom just as naked as he was lying on her bed. Their eyes parted ways so they could check out body parts. Prince couldn't decide which he liked better between the big beige breasts, capped with large brown nipples or the freshly shaved, plump pussy beneath the hard, flat stomach. Meanwhile, she locked in on his magnificent dick. It was already rock hard in anticipation of their reunion. She made a beeline over and immediately took him into her mouth. Prince watched for a moment before flipping it over so he could simultaneously return the favor.

  "Mmmm," Kristine moaned when his tongue touched her pearl tongue. He parted her labia with his tongue and probed her insides. Minutes later, she shook with from what would be the first of many orgasms of the evening.

  Prince was somewhat shocked when she took the lead and rode his face until another orgasm shook the room. She was still in control when she mounted his dick and took off in search of another nut. Once she found it, it was his turn to take over. Prince flipped Kristine onto her back and slowly slid back inside of her. They locked eyes as he slow stroked her soaked vagina. Eye contact only paused to twirl tongues in each other's mouth. He knew she was mortal and couldn't go all night like he could. She actually bought out of hint of mortality in him when an orgasm crept up on him. Christine noticed the change in his rhythm and wrapped her legs around his back so he couldn't escape. As much pleasure as he had gave her, the least she could do was give him a warm, tight space to come.

  Prince bared his fangs and pumped her box full of little vampire babies. "A dang vampire," Kristine said and shook her head. He had her wrapped around his finger and she knew it.

  "A dang mortal," he chuckled in reply because the feeling was as mutual as their last orgasm. They cuddled in the post orgasmic bliss and pondered separately over the same dilemma. Good and bad do not mix. One of them would have to change.

  *****

  Prince could feel the influx of vampires in his city. They came in droves with the wannabe vampires and vampires through enthusiasts in the response to the footage of the policeman drinking blood. Word soon began to spread about the impending showdown between the two alpha males. Vampires can communicate through telepathy and the meeting was set. A vampire coming out party.

  Meanwhile, the vampire hunter had a dilemma of her own. She had to convince Prince to take her cure so they could be together. After days of debate, she made up her mind and took action. “Here's to everything!” she said and made a mock toast in the air, and poured the last vial of prince’s blood in her mouth.

  She knew what to expect next, so she laid in her soft bed to make a comfortable transition into being dead. Then she could wake up alive as a vampire. It would be the only way to convince Prince to let her turn him back into a mortal. Then they could live a normal life, and die a natural death.

  "Argh!" Kristine gasped and realized death would not be an easy transition. Her back arched almost to the point of breaking. Death was on the way and it would not be easy. She writhed in agony for hours until sweet death swept through and saved her. It would be two days before she was reborn, so she was going to miss the big event.

  *****

  "Do you think he'll be there?" Clarissa asked they readied themselves for meeting. They did that by feeding on two women they kidnapped from the bus stop. The city of Atlanta had become a virtual ghost town once the vampire attack was blasted on every station.

  "What?" Butta snapped. Not to the question, she asked but the one he pulled for her frontal lobe. She had no idea he had been reading her thoughts from day one.

  He heard her loud and clear when she lusted over the Dark Prince when his latest video came on. He wasn't just another rapper since Butta knew he was his biggest threat.

  "I said, do you think he will show?" she repeated with a soft smile and a milk mustache of blood.

  "No, you think he will defeat me!" Butta growled. He was feeling stronger from feeding off the influx of new vampires. He knew Prince could as well and wanted to strike before he could.

  "No, I—" Clarissa began until interrupted by a vicious swipe from Butta's sharp claws. Her head rolled away while her body stood in place for a moment until gravity pulled it down.

  "There can be only one," he told the head when it came to rest in the corner.

  Butta went on and finished off his meal then dressed to impress. The vampire affair was turning out to be a big event. Even civilians had gotten wind and flocked to the venue. Some wanted the honor of having a vampire feed on them so they could show off the bite marks like a tattoo. Many of them wanted to be turned so they, too, could rule the night.

  A huge church that had been recently abandoned in favor of nightclubs and Netflix had been chosen as the venue. A circus like atmosphere surrounded the event. The CDC, FBI, DEA, and Atlanta police consulted on what they should do, or could do. They decided they couldn't do shit but sit back and see how it unfolds. Especially since the number one vampire hunter in the world wasn't answering her phone. It was feared she had been killed. The truth was far worse.

  "After tonight, this city, this continent, this world will be mine!" Butta told himself and set out.

  ******

  "Where are you? What are you up to?" Prince asked when Kristine's phone went to voice
mail again. He thought about flying over to her apartment since he could fly but had plans to put in motion.

  That many vampires in one place was something he couldn't pass up. He even planned to perform for the packed crowd. He was a rapper after all and rappers rap. It's what they do and he was one of the best who ever done it.

  "I'm gonna raise the roof!" Prince said and let out a sinister laugh at his sinister plans. He made his way over to the church and was amazed at the turnout.

  Street vendors hawked vampire t-shirts and fake fangs. Concession stands sold ruby red drinks that resembled fake blood. “Bite me” stations similar to old school kissing booths were set up all around the church.

  "I knew it!" a fan shouted when Prince made his way through the crowd. He was by far the most famous vampire of the hundreds of vampires in attendance.

  Prince could feel the kinetic vampire energy floating in the room like electric current. Most were weak, newly turned, with no vampire kills under their belts. That made it easy to spot Butta when he walked in before Prince took the stage. Both gladiators mixed and mingled for a few hours while opening acts opened the show. Dawn wasn't far off when the Dark Prince finally took the stage. His diamond and platinum fangs glistened and sparked under the bright stage lights.

  "Are you ready for a show?" Prince growled through the mic. In return, the crowd lost their damn minds. Groupies bared their breast, while vampires bared their fangs.

  Vampires were on the verge of going global and tonight was their coming out party. Prince was the best-known rapper in the world and would be their spokesman if he survived the upcoming battle.

  "Are y'all ready to raise this muthafuckin’ roof!" Prince demanded and they screamed back a resounding, “Hell yeah!”

  That was good enough for the Dark Prince to launch into a vicious performance that even had Butta nodding his head. He was pleased to see the adulation the Dark Prince received since it would transfer to him once he killed him in front of all of these people.

  The revolution would not be televised since phones and recording devices were strictly banned. Alarms and beeps alarmed and beeped through the crowd as dawn approached. No one was particularly concerned since this was a vampire party and a vampire party don't stop. If Prince wanted to party all night, all day and into next week, they would party with him.

  "Now, for the main event," Prince said and nodded towards the light man. Prince took the liberty of setting up his show in advance. On cue, Meechie pressed a button and put the spotlight on Butta.

  Meechie couldn't believe his only friend and client was a real vampire. It certainly explained a lot of things. Either way, he was down for the Dark Prince until the end.

  "Bravo," Butta said with a slow clap as he made his way to the middle of the floor. He took his shirt off and took a battle stance with fangs and claws on the ready.

  Prince was already shirtless from his performance and hopped from the stage all the way over to the middle of the floor. The civilians and newer vampires “oohed” and “aahed” at the supernatural display. He could hear most of them plotting on other vampires so they too could make leaps like that.

  Prince flicked his hands and popped out his fangs like the Wolverine from the X-men. It got another reaction from the crowd that made Butta twist his lips. The music was cut and all attention was turned to the two men in the middle of the makeshift ring made of people and vampires as the battle got underway.

  Butta wielded his long claws like twin machetes and swung at Prince. Prince allowed him to connect and open deep wounds in everything he touched.

  "Un huh. In a bit of trouble, huh?" Butta gloated over his handy work. The words were barely out of his mouth before the wounds completely closed. All vampires have the ability to self heal, but not as quickly as he just did.

  The sight got another round of “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd but Butta was worried. He knew he couldn't heal as quickly on his best day and even less after Kristine had injected him with her solution. He felt sluggish and slower most days but recent kills had him feeling himself, even if he wasn't feeling like his old self.

  "I do believe it's my turn," Prince asked and answered with a few swipes of his own. Butta's deep cuts he inflicted didn't heal instantly like his did.

  Prince realized he could have easily killed the man but didn't. Not only did he want to punish the man, he had a point to make. A deterrent to all the wannabe vampires in attendance as well as all those to come.

  "There can be only one," Butta grunted with defeat in his voice. This was the way it had to be even if it didn't go his way. He lunged with a blow that would have killed Prince, but Prince wasn't there.

  "Close," Prince laughed from behind him. Butta was now very afraid. He'd only come across one other vampire who was this powerful in his life. He barely escaped with his life that time, but knew he wouldn't be so lucky this time.

  Butta put on a good show with lunges and swipes but Prince's show was better as he moved like the matrix and went untouched. Several roosters in the church began to crow to announce the dawn. They too would fight to the death just like the combatants on the floor.

  "It's time," Prince said with a reverence for his one time friend. Butta sighed and let out an acquiescent sigh. He lifted his his head as Prince turned into a wolf like creature and bit it completely off.

  Prince was a blur of fur and fangs and claws as he rushed around the beheading and disemboweling vampires all over the room. He spared the civilians so they could relay the story of this morning. His slaughter led him right back onto the stage. He looked over a stunned Meech and gave a nod and final command.

  "Raise the roof!" he said and looked up.

  Meechie hit the button and the roof blew away. Sunlight rushed in and devoured the corpses of the dead or dying vampires. Prince was prepared to go as well since his last talk with Kristine.

  She was right and he was a murdering monster. He would have gladly taken her cure if not for the legions of vampires left behind. He lured as many as he could in one place and set their wicked souls free. Her cure worked and she could do the rest.

  In the process, he absorbed all of their powers. Hundreds of vampires at one time. It would prove or disprove his theory for once and for all. Prince closed his eyes and felt the heat and rays of the sun for the first time in decades. The room lit up in an orange glow from the burning vampires throughout the room. They all burned, except for Prince. His eyes opened as slowly as the smile spread on his face.

  He looked up at the harmless sun and realized he had made it. He was now a day walker.

  CHAPTER 19

  "Come in!" Kristine called out in the reply to the knocking on her door. She already knew who it was from all the missed calls on her phone. That and vampires can feel other vampires.

  "I am," Prince said and used his shoulder to unlock the front door. His heart sank when he felt her before he even saw her. Kristine was huddled in a corner of her bedroom looking crazy. "What did you do?"

  "If you can't beat them…" she chuckled, then winced from a sharp hunger pain of thirst.

  "Oh, baby. Why?" he moaned and came over. He felt her hot skin and knew what she needed. If she didn't get blood, she would die soon. He disappeared and reappeared in a blink of an eye with a pack of plasma he kept in a cooler in his trunk.

  "No," she tried to resist when he pressed the packet to her mouth. Her fangs stretched out despite her protest. Prince pushed the pack against it and the fangs sank inside. Kristine was powerless against her own self and greedily sucked the pack dry. Prince rushed to get another and she drank her fill.

  "Now why?" he demanded once she regained her composure. Her color had come back and her skin was cleared.

  "Because, if you won't turn mortal for me, than I'll be a vampire! We can hunt people and kill them. Leave them for their daughters to find just like my mother!" she snapped. She fussed and cussed on for a while, but Prince heard her real reason loud and clear. She wanted to be with him.


  "Okay," he tossed in when she paused to take a breath. It didn't register right away and her tirade continued.

  "And then we can kill and drink babies blood and wait...what?" she asked when the words finally processed.

  "I said okay. I'll take your cure. I am willing to change so it will work," he assured her. "You first and I'm right behind you."

  "Come on then! You first, and then me!" he shot back and caused her to twist her lips dubiously.

  "Mmhm!" she dared and folded her arms across her chest. Prince smiled and turned on her TV. Her eyes went wide at the reports of the vampire party. She blinked in disbelief when he stepped over to the window and in the direct sunlight.

  "Take the cure. The government knows it works. They want me to kill a few stubborn vampires and then I'll take it, too," he assured her.

  "Then I'll wait, too. Once you're done we can—" she protested but he cut her off. He could hear three heartbeats in the room and shared the news.

  "You're pregnant. Take the cure before it harm’s our baby," he said softly. Kristine paused to process his words. That would explain the missed period before she turned her self into a vampire. She had chalked it off as the stress of her life but this made more sense.

  "Okay, I will but I need to do one thing as a vampire before I turn back," she said with a wicked grin.

  The couple of vampires commenced to making love like only a couple of vampires could. It was an intense, almost violent at times, display of carnal lust at it's most primitive level. Prince thought about Katrina for the first time in a long time when Kristine rode him at superhuman speed like she used to do. He quickly shook her out of his mind and enjoyed his own woman. Hours had past before their love making session came to a mutually climatic end.

  "Now that part I just might miss!" Kristine laughed as they cuddled. She was still all woman and could have cuddled for hours if not days. Luckily, Prince was there to remind her of the bigger picture.

  "The baby," he said and she rolled out of bed. Their quickie in the shower took another hour and they finally got dressed again. Kristine slipped back into researcher mode and set up her computers and cameras to document the cure in action.