My beautiful wonderful sister, we’ll call her Katrinka, the one I base one of my characters on as the Famous and Glamorous Rock Star Violinist, tells me I need to throw a Vampire into one of my stories. Perhaps spice it up a bit. Okay, Katrinka, so there’s a Monster in my house! Well, I DO have to admit that I DO like spicy!
So here goes:
THUD!
Yvette jumped. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, SUFFERING after some sordidly spicy food. Among other spicy things from the night before.
“Say what?” She said out loud. Someone was in her kitchen attacking all her kitchen gadgets and glasses, breaking things like a mad hyena looking for food. Or something wicked.
WHAM!
Yvette burped. She was STILL in the bathroom, drunk off her hiny, also suffering from too many girlie drinks respite with too much pink, too much vodka, too much froth, and too much gin. Never mix your vodka with gin, she mused. Among other spicy muck and galore things NOT TO MIX from the night before.
THUNDDDER!
“Oh Shit!” She said. It was him. She snapped to suddenly. She just knew it! He MUST be coming back for more sex. It sucks to be as good in bed as she was and have them keep coming back for more.
But she did NOT want to have sex with him ever again. She had dumped him. Just last night.
Oh dear lord! Last night, it all rushed back to her now, screamie-meamie mad-faced gore, they were making out on her bed, and he started biting her on the neck WAY TOO FUCKING HARD.
She’d screamed. She also bitched him out bigtime.
“Atlantis, THAT’s gonna leave a mark. You bastard! I told you, NO HICKIES!”
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet!” Then he bit her again, HARDER THIS TIME.
She screamed and thought he murmured something like he couldn’t wait for her to start feeling his love. And madness, she thought. She felt THAT for sure.
Then he’d tied her up. With handcuffs. And sexy satin rope. And the barely flickering candlelight and the mood music of Shade and all those pink drinks, way too many alcoholic intoxications…
Somehow she’d gotten loose and screamed again.
But unfortunately he’d gotten even more turned on. He rather liked her screaming.
And that she had wiggled free.
It was just foreplay to him.
So he came after her for more. Savage blood, dripping, heart-wrenching, she blood-curdled screamed, especially after feeling wan and pale and seeing her blood squirt squishily all over the bed sheets, and having his eyeballs dilate and turn into this sea-faring wanderlust golden, yet a very beautiful and magnanimous gold. Seductive, even.
She suddenly realized that she could no longer move and that she was trapped.
He pulled down her pants and then she was completely bare and ripe, he bit her flesh beginning from her neck and then down.
It was then that he started to howl.
Somehow she’d gotten free again for good and after she’d dumped him for being a monster, well, actually a Vampire (if you wanted to get brutally technical about it), he’d gotten kind of mad and upset at the rejection. You see, he kind of took that rejection personally.
The flashback of last night’s antics made her shiver and wimper. She was scared.
WONK!
She bolted off the toilet – she’d sat there long enough anyway, five minutes ago the Thai Sum Kum Kai Yanni Special quelled any irate acidophilus in her stomach, BUT it also dive-bombed blasted through her esophagus, stomach, and hurdled its way into the abyss of her bowels, then gushing out like a bad blast of a hurricane.
BAM!
In pain, agony, still, but now fear for her life…and too much of her heart lurched in her throat…she realized she had to escape!
WONK!
Yvette cracked open the bathroom door for a quick peek. That was when she saw a huge clunky thing with fangs and blood dripping from the fangs, brandishing knives, clanking clandestinely in her kitchen. Tossing things about with the weapons and its claws.
CRASH!
Her chest heaving, she rushed to the bathroom window, opening it and crunching a couple of her carefully painted red fingernails.
The bathroom door spun open just then. It YELLED at her in a gnarly-ass gritty gruncheled voice.
“Yuh-Vetta my Lovely Princess, you cannot escape me now! I WILL HAVE YOU FOREVER.”
What the hell was happening this time? She gave him a look, rolled her eyes, stuck her tongue out at him, and dashed out the window, landing in bird poop. Oh! squishy surprise!
Great. Like this is SO how my life should not be going thus far, Yvette thought as she started to run down the street with the bird shit on her ass.
Her sucky ass life! It had worsened since bad breakups from tons of bad boyfriends and from being laid off so many times. What sludge and muck and gore and despair was going to gloom and doom her down now? Would she be slaughtered by a vampire, now? She wouldn’t let it happen, she would keep running. Far and away. She wasn’t going to let Atlantis get to her…and it was just like him to break into her home when she was having the runs. Go figure.
Ah! To be a spinster again as she had three weeks ago before she’d met Atlantis. (She’d been depressed then, too, but she’d give anything to have THAT depression back, without the neck bites and the loss of blood from the night before.)
That was then. And this is now.
She was afraid to turn around as she was running with these terrific thoughts piling in her head, on top of another. But she heard heavy breathing behind her and just knew it was Atlantis…
To Be Continued…
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