Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  Doctor Colbert looked ready for battle. “Old Cedric has some shotguns.” He left the surgery.

  Edouard was prevented from leaving by Papineau’s strong grip.

  Father Papineau asked, “What are you going to do, Doctor Clavet?”

  Edouard shook his arm free and rushed down the hallway of the pharmacy.

  The priest caught up with Edouard at the door. “Evil has come to our little village in the guise of those vampires ... I fear they are responsible for the vile atrocity at the Moreau Chateau?”

  “I am certain of it, Father.” Edouard was desperate to leave. “I must seek them out or all will be lost.”

  Father Papineau showed Edouard his cross and a bottle of holy water. “The good Lord will triumph and protect us all in this hour of need. I will help you.”

  Edouard hesitated at the open door to collect himself. “No Father, this I must do alone.” Then he dashed off.

  Chapter 51

  Edouard faltered to see all four tires flat. He heard childish sniggering and turned to see three cadavers scrutinizing him with curious smiles, sitting outside the café drinking red wine. The one with the black hat nodded. He had no doubt he faced Eternal’s fearsome enemy. With mounting dread he watched the other two licking their lips. He bravely marched right up to Lucien and loomed over him with clenched fists to hide his fear.

  Lucien lifted his sunglasses and smiled amiably. “Please be seated, monsieur.” He kicked a chair from the table.

  Edouard glanced uneasily at the other two vampires who seemed ready to pounce. He ignored the offer and sat down at the table next to Lucien. He noticed their bloody wounds, perhaps there was a chance after all.

  The rivals weighed each other up with grim smiles.

  Lucien broke the ice. “What can I do for you, dear Edouard?” He smiled with anticipation.

  Edouard’s balls crawled up into his crotch. He was absolutely terrified. “And you must be Lucien?”

  Lucien laughed. “The one and only ... at your service.” He glared at Edouard. “I knew our paths would cross.” He sniffed the air. “You reek of fear, doctor.” He offered his hand.

  Edouard hesitated with Eternal’s warnings of Lucien’s tricks rattling around in his mind. He refused to shake hands with the vampire but gave an awkward smile for he did not want to appear cowardly. “What makes you think I am a doctor?”

  Lucien looked at the nearby pharmacy then back to Edouard and laughed. “What joy! You are toying with me. I smell hospital on you ... a psychiatrist, perhaps?”

  Edouard knew the game was up. He swallowed hard, listening to Eternal reminding him Lucien was still weak from his wounds and to press the attack.

  Lucien leaned forward with menace. “My poor deluded Edouard, you have mistakenly come to weigh the opposition in our little game ... and now I know where my sweet Eternal is hiding.” He laughed with triumph. “Just like that besotted fool, Lancelot, you wear your heart on your sleeve ... and once again you have led Mordred to the Grail.”

  Edouard sucked in his breath. He panicked. “She is no longer at the institute. The police are questioning her at Auxerre.” His stomach gripped in knots when he saw the other two vampires rise from their table.

  Lucien waved his friends to be seated. He leaned back and chuckled in derision. “Come now, Edouard, we both know that isn’t true.”

  With lightning speed, Lucien grabbed Edouard’s wrist and pulled forward while reaching inside his coat.

  Edouard listened to Eternal’s warning of the Samurai blade hidden there. He used Lucien’s momentum, crashing into him and knocking him from his chair. In one fluid movement, Edouard flicked open the cutthroat razor and pressed it to Lucien’s throat.

  Jacques and Claudette jumped from their chairs ready to attack, snarling and gleaming their fangs. They advanced on Edouard with a menacing glint in their eyes and tongues licking fangs.

  With a knee on Lucien’s chest, Edouard pressed the blade hard against Lucien’s throat, drawing a thin trickle of blood.

  “Tell them to sit down or I’ll give you a new asshole.” Edouard despaired when the two bloodsuckers continued to advance. He dug the blade in deeper and warned, “Do it now!” Eternal screamed in his mind, “Kill him now!” Edouard pressed the blade deeper into Lucien’s neck but faltered. His oath to do no harm weighed heavily on his conscience.

  With bloodshot eyes Lucien smirked into Edouard’s face. “Is the good doctor having second thoughts?” He chuckled. “That will get you killed.”

  The blade dug deeper into Lucien’s neck. He grimaced and gave the others a look to back off. They sat down reluctantly and glared at the doctor. More blood trickled from Lucien’s neck.

  Edouard’s hand shook with the tension and the razor cut deeper. Could he end someone’s life so easily? Without warning, he felt Lucien’s strong hand at his throat and was easily flipped over onto his back.

  ~~~~

  Lucien snatched up his sunglasses, sniggered and advanced on Edouard, kicking the razor across the square. He faltered with a peculiar frown and looked at the blood pouring down his coat. He staggered forward, as if to fall.

  “What have you done?” Lucien screamed and slapped a hand to his neck to stem the flow of blood from the gash. Hand clasped tightly to his throat, he removed his sword with a flourish. The blade swished the air barely an inch from Edouard’s terrified face, forcing him to stumble backwards.

  Lucien smirked when Edouard knocked over a table and crashed into chairs. The other two sprang like cats, closing in for the kill.

  Light glinted from the sharp edge of the Samurai sword, slicing a table in half that Edouard cowered beneath.

  Lucien removed his hand to go for the kill only to replace it when blood gushed down his front like a flooding river.

  Edouard rolled to his feet and ran.

  Lucien staggered forward, thinking this pathetic fool might have actually killed him. He watched Edouard falter, cornered by Jacques and Claudette at the fountain. With grinning pleasure, he advanced, scraping the tip of his sword across the cobbled square. It took considerable effort to calm his raging heart to a dull thud. His vicious fangs gleamed.

  “I wonder what a doctor tastes like.” Lucien approached the trapped Edouard, showing his eager fangs. “Probably like carbolic soap and antiseptic.”

  Jacques and Claudette smirked at the doctor’s unease.

  Edouard fell backwards into the fountain. He splashed to the other side where he was rescued by Father Papineau holding his crucifix with trembling hands.

  Lucien erupted into hysterical laughter. “That’s right Lancelot, hide behind Merlin’s frock.” Deep down, he was afraid. Visions of his religious mother flooded his brain.

  The Count told Lucien, “Beware of the exorcist and his powers. If he should recite the holy words of exorcism all would be lost. Back off. You are losing too much blood.”

  Blood gushed from Lucien’s neck. His eyes rolled up into their sockets and he collapsed face down on the cobblestones.

  Edouard couldn’t believe his luck. He had defeated The Count. He kept a close eye on the other two vampires who looked unsure of themselves. They dragged their master’s body back inside the café, leaving a smeared crimson trail.

  Edouard staggered to his car and gave it a hefty kick.

  Father Papineau retrieved the cutthroat razor and offered it to Edouard, who refused it. Papineau stared at the tainted blood and washed the vile vampire essence in the fountain. “Perhaps you can still run the car on flat tires?”

  “I’ll have to but they will catch me before I get one hundred meters.” Edouard opened the car door.

  Papineau stared at the razor. “Leave the rest to me, Doctor Clavet. I shall rouse my flock and deal with those minions of the Devil.”

  Before Edouard could thank the priest, Papineau dashed across the square to the side street.

  Edouard drove off with great difficulty, sparks flashing from rims, the rubber quickly shredding. Within
seconds a wheel collapsed causing the car to skid sideways. He leapt from the car and ran like the Devil was on his heels. Destiny awaited him.

  ~~~~

  Lucien stemmed the blood flow by relaxing his anger. Claudette wrapped a strip of torn curtain around his neck and tied it off. He drank heavily from a bottle of brandy. He looked up to see Father Papineau walking past the café. What was the holy one up to? A flashing image of his car told him to act now.

  Lucien, Claudette and Jacques rushed from the café to see the priest racing for his church, his cassock billowing behind him.

  “Kill him!” Lucien screamed. He coughed and adjusted the makeshift bandage around his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers.

  Jacques skidded to a stop to see his beloved Mercedes leaning to one side with air hissing from the rapidly deflating tire. He cursed the priest with a bloody clenched fist.

  Lucien glared at Jacques’ stupidity and sprang into action but faltered in pain from his side and neck. He licked the aperitif from his fingers and whistled for the other two but Jacques hesitated by the car.

  “This is more important, man.” Jacques frantically jacked up the car and removed the spare wheel from the undercarriage. He carelessly undid the wheel nuts, moaning in pain. Both missing fingers caused him to drop everything. He cursed Lucien under his breath, “You damned fool ... we should have left when I said.”

  “I heard that!” Lucien called out.

  Lucien and Claudette chased after Papineau who now had a good lead on them. Damn the old fart for his unexpected speed and his own blood loss. He crashed into the church door which slammed in his face with a thunderous bang. Lucien screamed in a terrible rage.

  “I’m going to rip out your heart and eat it before your dying eyes, holy one.” Lucien hammered the door. He tried the massive brass ring but the damned priest had locked it.

  Lucien joined Claudette at the rear door to the church. They screamed when the church bell rang the alarm.

  The door opened to reveal Father Papineau, who slowly backed away from them, displaying his cross in terror.

  Lucien laughed with triumph.

  With demonic delight across her face, Claudette cackled like a hyena when the priest shoved his crucifix towards her. Her tongue licked her lips suggestively.

  Father Papineau ran from the vampires back into the sanctity of his church.

  She chased after her prey, chuckling with childish glee.

  The rear door slammed shut. Lucien entered the hallowed ground. He removed his Samurai sword and swished it across the air at the retreating holy man. He slipped his glasses into his coat to get accustomed to the gloom.

  “Why did you have to interfere, holy one?” Lucien enquired with a malicious grin, swishing his sword. He playfully lunged at Father Papineau. “I would have left you all to your petty little lives.” He sniggered menacingly.

  Claudette made a merry dance of death around the terrified Papineau, poking him with long fingernails.

  “I wonder what a holy one tastes like.” She licked her lips and gleamed her fangs.

  Lucien grimaced. “Probably like brimstone and cheap sacramental wine.”

  Father Papineau stepped back from the sharp blade, took out a bottle of holy water from his cassock and splashed its contents across Lucien’s face.

  Lucien screamed in agony. His eyes opened and his mouth burst into hysterical laughter. “This is going to be such fun.” He smiled with utter madness at the priest’s folly, licking the holy water trickling down his face.

  “That will do you no good, holy one. This isn’t make-believe. Your religion will not save you now!” Lucien pounced at the helpless priest.

  The Count ordered, “Don’t allow the priest to recite the exorcism!”

  “There’s no need to tell me twice!” Lucien smacked his head.

  Father Papineau fell backwards to the stone floor. He scrambled away on all fours with Lucien and Claudette teasing him by jabbing his kicking legs with their sharp fingernails. He tried to pull himself to his feet but all he did was topple the table adorned with flaming candles to the floor. He got to his knees, scooped something up and prayed. The blade kissed his neck.

  Lucien snarled at the crucifix thrust in his face. He screamed and cowered from its ancient power. Visions of his mother shattered his control.

  The Count roared with rage and fear at the holy relic. “Stop him!”

  Father Papineau, empowered with religious fervor, placed the crucifix on Lucien’s forehead. He made the sign of the cross. “I exorcize you, unclean spirit, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ ....” Papineau faltered.

  With a hideous scream, Lucien regained his composure. He laughed hysterically, clutched the cross and kissed it. He snatched it from the priest’s confused grasp and tossed it to Claudette.

  “Had you going there, priest,” Lucien teased.

  Claudette giggled and rubbed the crucifix between her breasts before slipping it in and out from between her legs. She licked it with sexual abandon then dropped the crucifix into Papineau’s lap. “I’m all done now. It was so good.”

  Father Papineau breathed deeply, clutching his defiled cross to his chest. His lips moved with silent prayer.

  Chapter 52

  Edouard slammed into the front door of the asylum and hammered. “Let me in ... it’s Doctor Clavet.” He bent over, gasping for breath after his exertions. His feet ached in his wet city shoes not suitable for the distance he had run.

  The pretty receptionist opened the door.

  Edouard pushed her aside. “Lock the door.”

  She faltered for a moment when Nurse Collette came alongside her. With a look of apprehension upon her face, the receptionist handed the keys to the nurse and ran out of the asylum in terrified tears.

  Nurse Collette looked dumbfounded at the receding figure of the receptionist.

  “Where’s Eternal?”

  Nurse Collette indicated. “She is waiting for you in the surgery.”

  Edouard gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Lock the door.”

  Nurse Collette touched her cheek and smiled sweetly.

  Edouard raced to the surgical room. He embraced Eternal, her full power engulfing his body with a massive jolt. He kissed her with a terrifying passion while her sweet music washed away his fears. Now he understood that his own transformation was necessary to complete their eternal union.

  Eternal’s obsidian eyes popped open to glare at the demon witch giving them a look of sheer hate. She smiled and blew her a kiss. “Thank you for my aperitif, demon.”

  Edouard and Eternal resumed their passionate kiss with all the love she had nurtured through the centuries. He had an overwhelming sense of home. He sighed in her embrace but was irritated by Marteau’s presence.

  The witch nurse blinked with terror and held her head with both hands. “Get it out!” She screamed, backing away. It shook its head with a growl and charged at the lovers entwined and kissing. It grabbed Edouard’s shoulder.

  “What about Bonbon? She should go to Madam Guillotine for what she’s done.” The witch snarled.

  Eternal smothered her lips against Edouard’s and lashed out at the witch. The vile thing flew across the room and crashed into the surgical table, scattering instruments to the floor.

  He smiled in awe at Eternal’s strength. She truly was Eternal. He glared into Marteau’s hateful eyes. “Get out of my sight. You’re finished here.”

  The creature stood up and spat at them. “You can’t speak to me like that.” She spat again and jabbed a finger towards Eternal. “You are nothing without that one.” She ran off.

  “Can she do any harm?” Edouard asked swimming in her deep black pools.

  “That demon is not worth the effort.” Eternal flinched and snarled. “Lucien’s still alive but weak. We must leave now.” She took his hand and led him out of the surgical room.

  Cold terror settled in his gut. He had failed to defeat The Count. “I must say farewell to Henr
i.” The lovers walked with purpose down the corridor towards the sound of insanity.

  Edouard looked at her. Even with the threat of The Count, she seemed strangely calm and acquiescent, almost angelic. Her serenity bathed him in cool, calm waves. Hand in hand they entered the noisy day room to say goodbye to Henri.

  ~~~~

  Edouard looked from Eternal to the terrible chaos of the day room. Sheer bedlam.

  Busson lay on the couch, helplessly observing the insanity, cuddling his trembling dog.

  Henri tried to calm Philippe who had his hands to his ears to cut out the sound of the other patients’ screaming.

  Patients pulled at their hair and wailed like Banshees. Some tussled with one another on the floor. Others tried to copulate like wild animals, urgently masturbating.

  Martha jumped up and down on the keys of the piano in a state of deranged torment, meowing like a cat and lifting her dress in a sickening, yet erotic display.

  Nurses and male orderlies tried their utmost to maintain a semblance of order but they were losing the battle.

  ~~~~

  In her transformed state, Eternal saw all the demons, witches, goblins and horned satyrs dancing merrily to her ancient rhythm. An aura of goodness radiated from those trying to calm the monsters. A demonic succubus with a grotesque vagina snarling with teeth stomped about on the piano. The scene comforted Eternal, confirming her superiority over these pathetic creatures.

  Eternal and Edouard walked up to Henri. The cacophony of screams immediately subsided. A deathly hush fell upon the day room.

  The patients became fixated with Eternal. Heads cocked to one side, listening to her melancholic lullaby caress their fevered brains. All eyes followed her as she seemed to glide across the room like a swan on a mist-shrouded lake. Several patients bowed to her, some averted her gaze while others tried to kiss her feet.

  She smiled serenely at Henri, infusing him with her hypnotic music.

  Henri looked dazed at the effect Eternal had on his patients and made eye contact with her for the briefest of moments. He shook his head, placing hands to ears.