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Dying For A Dame

Chapter 4:

By: A RealLifePowerRanger

We had a long walk back to my motorcycle, than a longer drive home. I needed it to be quite. I had to be alone. There was a lot I learned back there and I needed to make sense of it. I was scared. Not of dying, scared because I wondered if Dracula would kill me before I kill him. I don't care if one of his goons gave me most agonizing miserable death as long as I kill him first.

The curious blonde remained silent as well. I pulled my cruiser up on the curb allowing to be closer to the entrance of her apartment. She lived ont eh classy side of Essex. Why was a rich broad like her spending her time in sleaze ball infested pub? It wasn't my place to be in other business so I kept my mouth shut. I just prayed she learned her lesson. A looker like herself wouldn't take long be before ending up dead if she didn't change her ways.

As she got off my bike and searched her purse for her keys I advised, "Forget any of this ever happened."

"I'll try," she optimistically mused.

Her gaze changed and she seemed to be starring right through me. A shrill went down my spine as a I watched the way she nibbled tenderly on her lips. She porously leaned forward exposing her cans, her hand softly rested itself on my thigh. My blood began to pump and it wasn't going to my heart. She knew what she was doing. Her big blue eyes batted and her breast swayed slightly in the wind. She definitely knew what she was doing.

"Do you want to come in?" She invited. I doubt any fool has ever declined.

"I am not the hero you think I am," I said fighting temptation.

Disciple Jason.

"Are you sure," she insisted, her hand slowly creeping south.

"Take care of yourself," I revved the gas on my bike, signaling my departure. With a slow deliberate sense of sensuality she removes her hand from my lap. I dump the clutch in first gear speeding away. I change gears as fast as I can, making sure I don't turn back.

I do not mix business with pleasure. After Emily I learned my lesson, no I stay away from blondes. Those broads are crazy. I will sleep easy tonight. No nightmares, that's for damn sure.

It's been a while since I had some bedroom fun. I had to say no. I only have room for one lady in my life she is a little girl. I never met her before. Her name is Emily.

*****

A far noise interrupts me from my world of nightmares and forgotten happiness. Usually first thing in the morning I brushed my teeth. Always before breakfast I gave them a good scrubbing. Now it appeared there was a change in my routine. My hand wraps around the cold steel lying next to me. Grab your gun, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, and jog looks like I am on schedule so far. I have the gun in my hand.

It takes me a few moments to fight through the fuzzy haze. Even before I can make sense of the situation I realize this is not a bad dream. This is real.

Where is that noise coming from?

The door! Someone is knocking, knocking on my door. Besides my land lord nobody knows my residence. In the two year I lived here I have not been a host to one guest. I was exhausted riding home last night; maybe I let my guard down. Maybe I was followed.

My heart thumps so loud it blocks the noise of the banging door. Slowly I get out of bed and creep towards the entrance. My door has no peep hole. There is no method I have to identify who is out there, or how many. Looks like I am going to have to do this the old fashion way. The dirty way. Shoot first and ask question later. My hand gently wraps around the brass handle. My gun is cocked and ready.

I wait for the intruder to knock again before thrusting the door open. It slams violently against the wall splintering the wood. My gun aims at the target, I am ready to fire.

"Goddamn't! What are you doing here!?" I roared.

The voluptuous blonde I rescued last night stepped forward into my doorway. She was dressed in black leggings with a low cut black top that trailed down to her thighs. Around her waist she had a white belt and her white heel clicked for each step she took.

"See I can walk in here freely, I have no fangs you can relax now," She sighed rolling her eyes.

"What are you doing here!" I repeat.

"Chill with the testosterone I came by to say thanks for last night. I didn't know what a vampire slayer likes so I brought you a fruit basket," She flashed a smile holding up her gift.

"You almost got killed over a fruit basked!?" I say in disbelief.

"Whatever," She rolled her eyes uninterested.

"How did you find out wher e I live?"

"You live in this dump?" She asked looking around my apartment with a disapproving sneer. "Wasn't hard I just followed you home."

"Get out," I sigh.

"Honey trust me I can give you more than a few reasons why you want me to stay," she said continuing on from last night.

This temptress had a nice set of lips, a nice set of hips; she had a nice set of everything. I fought my instinct and listened to my head. THE ONE ON MY SHOULDERS. I grab her wrist and gently push her into the hallway.

"Listen whatever you have in mind take it someplace else...For the love of God I don't even know your name!"

"Amber." I guess in her twisted mined that made us more than acquainted. Classy broad, the type you rush to bring home to ma'.

"Amber, go home!" I say as I slam the door.

I head over to the kitchen. I am already awake, might as well start my day. I pen the refrigerator removing the carton of egg white from the top shelf. Flicking a match alive I ignite the stove. I crouch down to a pantry and begging rummaging, until I grasp the pan I was in search for.

Before I can take a step further in my egg making process another knock comes from my door.

"Amber! How many times do I fucking have to tell you!" I bellow marching over to the entrance.

I thrust the door open prepared to quell her persistence.

I freeze dead in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights. Now I can sympathize with those poor hairy bastards. Two men stand in front of me. Each was well dressed in lavish black suits with matching ebony ties. Their shoes were rigorously hand polished. Both men were of the same build, height, and bore the same ghastly pale complexion. Their lips were thin and a shade of red. I looked towards my counter, where I had let my piece.

"Such violent measure will not be necessary, Mr. Scott." The one on the left said with a dismissing waive. He smiled revealing a sharp set of fangs. They were vampires. It was the first time I came into contact with one of this level of sophistication. These were the big boys, top of the hierarchy. Older and more powerful than anything I ever dusted.

"We come here with no verbal threats or actions of violence. Just a greeting and offer from our Emperor," The one the right said, confirming my suspicions.

"So you are Dracula's boys? I hope you understand if I don't invite you in. I have a message for Dracula too," I snarled sticking out my middle finger.

After I completed my gesture I mentioned to close the door. The henchmen on the intercepted the door before it shut splintering it with his crushing grip. Letting go of my ruined door his demeanor immediately calmed.

"Mr. Scott I'd advise you cooperate,"

"We both know you can't pass this door without my permission bub," I sneer.

"We are well aware of the limitations of our species. Luckily we live in modern times and like any creature have learned to adapt with the era," As he finished his sentence he produce a small handgun from inside his sport jacket. "Realizing the lack of regard you have for you own life it would be a waste of time to threaten you. However if it's the life of another maybe you will pay a little more attention!"

Calmly he clapped his hands together. I cringed as his skin of his palms smacked against each other. It produced an eerie clap. A third ambassador from Dracula turned the corner in the hallway. He joined the two other creatures. Outfitted in the same attire he was much larger than his fellow coworkers. His bald head was carefully waxed and brown goatee neatly trimmed.

His overbearing presence was ignored by the importance of the possession he held in his grasp. A human life! Amber, unconscious and bruised she dangled near lifelessly from his arms. The only sign of life was the slight heave of her bosom. Her capture hissed bandaging his fangs. Demonstrating his intent he licked her neck. As he pulled away tick clumps of webbed saliva drooled down her neck tickling her breast.

"You listen, she lives!" He barked.

"I am all ears," I fought back a snarl.

I was not willing to make the count 363. I will not allow another life to pass. Not today.

"You should be honored by this meeting. Dracula is a hard man to impress. It has been two centuries since a mortal like yourself has intrigued him to this extent. Not even the wizards and seasoned Slayers have troubled him as much as you have these past few years. Yes, at first you were not taken seriously. Your abilities doubted, but you have proven your yourself," He said smiling for cheek to cheek.

"I am flattered now get to the point."

"As you wish. Tomorrow at noon you will board a private jet," he instructed handing me a large sealed envelope, "In this folder contains directions and your ticket. Your trip is paid for and any other accommodations you need a personal human stewardess will provide."

"I am not following. I may be crazy but not enough to get on any plane you own and be eaten for lunch," I let out a empty laugh. What is going on?

"Dracula promises a safe and luxurious trip. Our lord does not go back on his word. He will even give you a few days to settle yourself in once you arrive at your destination. If you still do not feel safe you are allowed and encouraged to bring whatever weapons you desire."

"What if I don't go?" I ask. Go where? I don't even know.

"Please Mr. Scott you are not in the position to bargain," The big fella in the back squeezed the blonde turning her face a slight shade of purple.

"It's only one life..." I bluffed.

"Mr. Scott, this is far from amusing. Yes you have a good poker face," The creature paused for a second, "Unless they have relocated in the last few hours your parents still live at 84 Maywood Court, Angel Grove, California? Correct?"

"Can you get my Harley onto that plane?" I asked defeated.

"Of course," he said smiling even wider.

"What's the point of this?" I pushed.

"My employer as you may now has and always had a very odd and extravagant sense of humor and pride. If he wanted you dead you would be dead. However for a man of his taste that is to simple and cold. Boring don't you agree?"

"So this is some type of sick game to you?"

"Game this is not a game. This is your life Mr. Scott I assure you you will lose it when my master feels the time is ready – until then I suggest you cooperate."

"Where am I a going?"

"Back home Mr. Scott. Back to Angel Grove!"