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Lucien and his clique stood fearless. They attracted immediate attention like three black ghouls on a grim mission.
There was no need to search for her. The obsidian lullaby alerted Lucien to her presence. His brooding eyes stopped dead in their tracks on his Petite Fleur caressing Ellise’s enticing neck with rose petals. Sebastian leaned over and licked his wife’s neck. Lucien grimaced at Ellise opening her lustful eyes. She smirked at him.
The Count sensed her taunting him to do something about it.
Jealous rage filled Lucien’s wiry frame with a trembling agony. The bitch loved to tease him with her celebrity. Fame had its virtues.
Ellise used to be nothing, just another talented artist who would soon be forgotten until she immortalized Delicate Rose on canvas. This Lucien had allowed under protest from The Count. As their friendship grew so Ellise’s fame had risen above her peers. Everyone wanted a copy of the nude painting. It riled Lucien to know his mistress could use her muse to transform the mediocre into the famous. He despised her for it.
And now the time had come to show this hedonistic crowd what he was really made of. His hand slipped inside his coat and caressed the sword.
Jacques grabbed Lucien’s arm and restrained him with a warning look. Jacques whispered, “Not here, you bloody fool. We’d have to kill them all.”
“So be it!” Lucien tugged his arm free. Waves of overpowering hatred turned his legs to jelly. He decided now was the time but was distracted by Claudette playfully nuzzling his earlobe. He shoved her away.
Claudette pouted like a spoilt child. “Someone’s in a bad mood.”
Lucien recognized the young man who had kissed his mistress at the florist. “You’re the first.” He made his move towards the obviously terrified idiot frozen at the bar.
Jacques blew out his cheeks and stood in front of Lucien, shaking his head no. He had to grapple Lucien. Gasps of shock came from a few of the guests who bothered to notice.
Lucien grinned wickedly at the young man, rejoicing in his fear. Three times in one night he had stumbled across this impudent dog. The coincidences were too obvious. Perhaps divine destiny was at hand?
The Count showed Lucien how many times he had dispatched the love-sick fool throughout history. Once more it would seem fate had provided yet another chance to prove his superiority.
Lucien glared at his mistress. His heart raced for a moment with the realization she had chosen this pathetic weakling for her eternal joining. He had to go but obviously not here. Lucien shrugged off Jacques’ hand gripping his arm. He looked around at the accusing glares and smiled back with such hostility all eyes turned away. Time for action. He nodded to Jacques.
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A cold chill of fear trickled down Edouard’s back. He shuddered when his eyes met Lucien’s dark pools of hate. To his horror, the large black fellow approached. Edouard stood rigid as a headstone, watching the tall, muscular Negro saunter over to the bar and trap him with a dangerous wink. The memory of this monster’s promise to rip out his heart and devour it filled him with dread. The moment to capture his love had flittered away.
“Your persistence will get you killed, man.” The Negro laughed out loud giving the bartender a stare to mind his own business.
Edouard saw the effect the muscle-bound menace had on the bartender and turned to see his true love transfixed with sudden fear. His heart screamed to protect her. He tried to go to her but the Negro gripped his arm and squeezed, shaking his head no. Edouard struggled, raking his shoe down the Negro’s shin. He turned and punched him in the gut. His fist bounced off a rock.
Edouard was paralyzed with agony the moment the Negro snatched his neck. A tingling numbness infected Edouard’s body from the neck down when strong fingers pinched a nerve cluster. He was absolutely terrified.
“I’ll snap it like a twig if you move.” The Negro shook Edouard like a rag doll. He grabbed Edouard by the scruff of his jacket and dragged him towards the door. “What the fuck you looking at, man?”
A male guest retreated from the Negro’s dangerous glare.
The Negro laughed, opened the door and tossed a struggling Edouard into the hallway as if he weighed nothing. “If Lucien sees you again he’ll have your guts for garters.” Jacques slammed the door.
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Lucien chuckled at Edouard’s dismissal. He glared at his mistress with such longing, aching for her blood. His Petite Fleur separated her lips from Ellise’s tongue and leaned forward to smell the cluster of bright red roses set on the coffee table in front of her. Their eyes met for the briefest moment. Lucien grinned at her immediate terror. His trap had been set – her music filled his mind.
Petite Fleur stared at the blood trickling from the gash in the palm of her hand.
Lucien sensed what would happen next. He sighed with exasperation when Max Schreck offered comfort to his woman, inspecting the scratch. Don’t do it Max!
The Count watched the actor give her a curious smile and as if bored, Max turned his attention to the antics of the party fiends led by Picasso, playing spin the bottle.
Lucien breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to kill his idol. His hateful glare focused on Ellise and Sebastian trying to comfort the distressed woman.
Lucien pulled Claudette to him and whispered into her ear, indicating towards Picasso.
She nodded with a giggle and sashayed across the room.
A sudden scream diverted everyone’s attention to Claudette. She upended a bottle of Cognac down her throat and dropped it into Picasso’s lap. With derisive laughter at Picasso’s discomfort, she jumped up onto a coffee table.
Claudette ran her black-lacquered fingers through her short, black hair, swaying her lithe and sinuous body. She teased and lured her audience to dare her to remove her dress. A squeal of delight prompted trembling fingers to strip off her black dress for her eager audience. Loud clapping egged her on, slowly revealing her nakedness in all its glory.
She kicked her black high-heeled shoes across the room. Claudette writhed on the table for all to see and appreciate. Picasso, Diaghilev, Max Schreck and Jean Cocteau urged her on with equal enthusiasm.
Satisfied, Lucien returned his attention to his mistress. Her fear had risen to bursting point. Without warning she collapsed to the floor. He fought back hateful tears to see Ellise kneel down and tend to his mistress. He promised he’d kill anyone who came between him and his Precious Rose and now it would seem fate had offered yet another chance to exert his power over his chosen one. So be it. Lucien rushed to his mistress.
Ellise slapped the woman’s cheeks, ever so tenderly, to revive her. “Come on darling.”
Sebastian shot an enquiring glance. “Too much wine, I suspect.”
Lucien shoved Sebastian aside, shouting, “Hands off ... she’s mine.”
“I say, that was uncalled for, Dupont.” Sebastian stood his ground.
“Fuck off, if you know what’s good for you.” Lucien sneered with malicious intent. He bent down to pick up his Delicate Rose.
Sebastian yanked Lucien to his feet. “I have a good mind to thrash the hide from you, young man.” Sebastian slapped Lucien across the face, cutting his lower lip.
Lucien licked his own blood from his fingers and laughed with the surprise of it all. He couldn’t stop laughing. It was so funny. He had twice the strength of Sebastian and yet had allowed him to gain the upper hand.
The Count removed his sword and split Sebastian’s head in two. The Count screamed with laughter. The sword ended Ellise’s life. Her pretty head rolled into her lap. He could not stop. The blood fever was intense in its inevitable grip. The Count ripped out throat after throat. Oh how sweet Coco tasted. Picasso was just as easy to drink and finally Max’s throat released his fine vintage. It was a glorious moment.
With a violent shake from Jacques, Lucien blinked back to reality, his hand poised on the scabbard. The Haitian used all his strength to restrain Lucien from doing anything perma
nent with his sword.
By then Sebastian and Ellise had left with Delicate Rose.
Lucien raced to the door.
Jacques shoved his way through onlookers and plucked Claudette from the table. He snatched her dress and slung her over his back like a side of bacon.
“You pig Lucien!” Claudette said. She started to struggle on Jacques’ strong shoulders. “I’m having fun. Let me stay.”
Lucien caught her shoes, tossed by Picasso, and rushed from the Ritz apartment. Much to Jacques’ discomfort, Claudette threw up down his back. They dashed down the stairway.
Chapter 16
5th June
Lucien exited the Ritz Hotel in a rush. He looked around the dark street and saw his Petite Fleur being gently placed on the rear seat of a white Rolls Royce.
Lucien removed his sword and dashed towards the Rolls Royce. He was alerted by a police whistle and skidded to a stop. The Rolls Royce pulled away. He slid his sword back into its scabbard and ran back to his car. Jacques tossed the keys to him. Lucien opened the rear passenger door for him, keeping an eye on the approaching flics.
Jacques released a groaning Claudette who uncoiled across the leather seat. He leaned down, giving her pert mound a long lick.
“You dog ... there’s no time for that!” Lucien exclaimed.
Lucien slammed the rear door shut and was about to get into the front passenger seat when a hand gripped his shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a flic demanded.
Lucien whirled around and without hesitating sliced the flic’s heart in two. The other flic faltered for a fatal moment. The last things he saw were his own polished boots before his head rolled into the gutter.
Lucien leapt into the car, slamming the door after himself. Several interminable seconds passed as if his entire life had slowed with his heartbeat. He stared angrily out the windscreen to see the white Rolls Royce turning a corner.
He gave Jacques a dangerous look. “Follow them but don’t make it obvious!”
Jacques nodded obediently. His attention was focused on the other car. Jacques engaged the engine and followed with headlights off.
Now with the city lights behind them, the Mercedes cruised along at a safe distance from the white Silver Ghost up ahead. Both cars took the quiet, dark, auto route heading for Auxerre – Burgundy country.
Lucien glanced at the sign for Auxerre, briefly illuminated by the moon and heaved a weary sigh. He had never conceived of a situation where he would be forced to return to his homeland. His intense hatred latched onto his mistress’ confusion and desire just a few meters ahead. He moaned at her distress and grew an erection so hard it hurt.
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Delicate Rose recovered from her fainting spell on the rear seat of the Silver Ghost, staring curiously at the back of the driver’s head. For a moment she had no idea where she was. She knew she was in danger but her fuddled mind could not remember the source. The woman next to her kissed her lips and memory was restored. She had finally escaped Lucien but what of her true love?
“My Petite Fleur, you taste so sweet,” Ellise said with a moan of ecstasy.
Delicate Rose returned the kiss delving her tongue deep into Ellise’s mouth. She parted her legs to accommodate Ellise’s probing fingers. The kiss became more urgent as her moist folds were gently parted. Her swollen nub was playfully teased.
Sebastian broke the silence. “One for all and all for one.” He laughed at his wit. “We are such a sweet ménage. Enjoy yourselves.”
Ellise laughed, pulling the thin straps of her slinky black evening dress from her shoulders. She wriggled from her dress revealing her nakedness. She grabbed Delicate Rose by the neck and pulled her down to her breasts.
Delicate Rose nibbled Ellise’s nipples, making them hard. She sucked on them, her eager tongue traveling down to the crown of curled pubic hair. She turned around into a soixante-neuf and settled on Ellise’s face, her own tongue slipping around Ellise’s moist opening faster and faster as a tumultuous orgasm gained momentum.
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Dark trees flashed past Lucien’s miserable face. No headlights! He grimaced respectfully at the driver. Sitting more upright, he noticed just how close they were to the taillights of the Silver Ghost. He grunted with satisfaction at Jacques’ handiwork.
The Silver Ghost turned off the road onto a private driveway where the welcoming lights of a chateau could be seen through the trees.
Jacques slowed to a crawl and pulled into a gap between hedges, forming an entrance to a field. He used the handbrake to stop the car.
Lucien opened the car door and jumped out. He stood on the car’s runner to spy on the headlights of the Rolls Royce approaching the chateau.
He growled with recognition at the sight of his former home, its four turrets and poplar-lined, graveled driveway leading to the imposing solid oak front door. He stared for some time at the great North Turret and smirked with sweet memories of her short incarceration there and the whipping she received.
Light spilled from several ground floor windows onto the expansive lawn punctuated with cedars. A silvery wisp of smoke spiraled from the clutter of chimney pots.
The Silver Ghost stopped at the front door. A butler rushed down the steps from the chateau and held the passenger door open for the two elegantly dressed females.
Sebastian stepped from the car and escorted the women inside. He had to struggle with Delicate Rose who became anxious, looking all around into the nightscape. He and Ellise helped a distraught Delicate Rose into the chateau.
Another servant drove the car through an archway.
Chapter 17
Lucien, Claudette and Jacques climbed out of the Mercedes. They strolled towards the chateau. The lights from the ground floor windows created three silhouettes while they stood for a brief moment, casting long shadows across the well-manicured lawn. An impending storm caused a slight breeze to billow their long coats, making them look like creatures of the night. Lucien stretched his arms to the moon and grinned.
Claudette giggled and danced excitedly around Lucien opening her fur coat to reveal her naked body. “Do we use Forbidden Kiss on them?” she asked like a child to a parent.
Lucien pushed her away. “No ... they must bleed for our need. I want them to experience their suffering.” He felt the sweet pain of the gleaming. He licked his long incisors, sensing Delicate Rose’s growing fear at his close proximity. Then nothing, her music ceased abruptly.
Lucien rushed to the French doors, scanning the unaware diners. He could see the refined couple but not his true love. He frantically searched for her fear. She was not there?
Lucien crashed through the doors with a vengeful ferocity followed by his cohorts.
“Guess who’s coming to dinner?” Lucien laughed like a jackal.
Ellise screamed in fright but was silenced when Claudette pounced on her, wrapping an arm around her throat.
Sebastian jumped to his feet in utter shock at this rude interruption. “Dupont! You miserable swine!” Sebastian was forced back down by Jacques’ strong grip at his neck.
A male servant dropped his tray and hovered by the door, unsure what to do.
Lucien waved a finger at the servant. “Would you kindly hold on a moment?”
The male servant looked to Sebastian for further instructions.
“He can’t help you ... so just wait. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” Lucien stabbed the servant with his malicious glare. He stepped up to the massive fireplace, sneered at the nude painting above and pressed a secret button – a maiden’s nipple, for the first time since his parents’ death. He removed something wrapped in a dusty napkin stained with dark dried blood and a small wooden box. Lucien hummed a Gymnopedie while un-wrapping his father’s revolver. He casually checked the gun for shells and replaced the three spent ones from the box.
Lucien sensed terror and panic from the servant. He whirled around and casually shot him where his wildly beating heart resid
ed. The servant’s back exploded. He was thrown against the door and slumped to the floor with smoke leaking from the large red hole in his chest.
“Well what do you know, it still works.” Lucien chuckled, blowing smoke from the barrel. He turned the revolver on Sebastian. “You want some?” He laughed like all the demons in hell. “Now what shall we talk about, hmm?” Lucien stormed up to Sebastian and slapped his face. He screamed maniacally. “Where’s my Delicate Rose?”
Sebastian stared into the barrel of the revolver. He breathed deeply. He seemed calmer and smiled into those dead eyes. “Go to fucking hell, Dupont!”
Lucien grinned, tossing the smoking gun to Jacques. “Deal with the other servants.”
Jacques laughed, kicked the dead servant’s body away from the door and left the room.
Lucien chuckled with anticipation, removing his secret weapon from his long coat. The gleaming blade swished through the air towards the inevitable.
Ellise whimpered in fear. She looked away when Lucien winked at her. She tried to get up but Claudette gripped her around the neck and squeezed.
“Where is my Beautiful Rose?” Lucien screamed, “Where is she?” He giggled. “Come now, Sebastian. Tell me where she is or suffer the consequences of your inactions.”
Three more gunshots ripped apart the night.
“Aw, shame about that.” Lucien looked from Sebastian to Ellise. Knowledge of their fate was written on their faces. He swam in the power of their fear mixed with their love for one another. “Come on, old man, I know you want to play. Do it!”
Sebastian gave Ellise a sad look of defeat. He charged at Lucien.
Ellise cried out, “No Sebastian!”
Lucien laughed, easily dodging Sebastian’s noble attempts at bravery. “Give up old man,” Lucien taunted. He egged Sebastian on with a wave of his hand.
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