Well, here's the next chapter!

It was the next night. Corey was in the bath. The water was scented, the surface covered with red rose petals. With him was Akasha, the former Queen of the Damned. She was tired of being called that. Taking pleasure in destroying life - human and immortal alike - just wasn't for her anymore. So she decided to leave that to someone else.

"Again with this brooding, Corey Feldman?"

The Felddog spun around. Akasha swam up next to him.

She looked at him, noticing he looked the way he did when he was meditating in the Lotus Position. She had seen him at it once. She had never seen such a thing when she had been a mortal.

Corey touched her golden brown skin.

"There's something I've always wondered about. Marius cared for you all those years. He said you never moved. Why?"

Akasha thought for a moment, her chin in her hand. "Well, his demeanor is not of a king. He thinks, and appreciates everything. I have some patience for analysis."

Corey was puzzled. "You think he's weak?"

"I said nothing of weakness. He isn't suitable to rule at my side. But you are different. Brash, bold and fearless. I like that greatly."

I see.

"Akasha," Corey purred, " I have a better idea."

"Oh, I love new ideas," said Akasha.

"What is it?"

"Silence." Corey lunged, biting Akasha above a nipple. She swooned in pleasure as he suckled, sipping her blood. A warning sounded in her mind but she didn't listen. It was the Felddog, only the Felddog…

His blood, the original fire. Akasha sank low with the Prince, unable to think. Teeth grazed her body everywhere, giving pain and delight. In her mind he danced for her, Michael Jackson style, fiery and glowing, his body lit in dark flame and shadow. She embraced the heat. She suddenly felt dizzy and spinning, a vertigo of sensation…

Low moans rolled in her throat as she arched into the hot mouth engulfing her. Akasha lost it seconds later, coming into the welcoming warmth. Corey then licked her womanhood dry. Tongue trailing up her belly, dissolving into more kisses over her nipples.

Moaning, Akasha clutched at the body over hers, feeling smoothness and rippling muscle. Short hair slipped through her fingers, soft to the touch.

Corey then said, after rising from her breast, her blood on his lips,

"You dance with fire, and you get burned, child. Do you understand me?"

Akasha whimpered, then replied,
"Yes."

He smirked. "Good."

Then he got out of the bath. He snapped his fingers. Instantly he was wearing black pants, a red shirt and a black jacket. On his feet were white socks and black penny loafers.

Akasha was astounded. He looked so handsome. He caught her staring and asked,

"Like what you see, Akasha?"

All Akasha could do was nod.

And for the first time she understood why Dracula had liked Corey Feldman. Corey's eyes were blazing, the deathly flames in them lurid as if the fires of lust blazed in them. And he did have an aura of some kind, the aura Akasha had sensed before.

I'm so high. I can hear heaven.
I'm so high. I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Plus Corey called himself a vampire hero. He preferred to kill rapists, murderers, thieves and pedophiles. He believed that they deserved it, but their victims didn't. He even thought that their victims deserved long, healthy lives.

Then Akasha's green eyes narrowed in confusion - why Corey often read so many books about all those people. He was like an encyclopedia; what did he need all the books for?

She was pulled out of her musings when she looked at Corey. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his black sunglasses. Akasha couldn't help but grin to herself. He looked like a movie star…or a rock star, too.

Someone told me that love would all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, n' blood-spilling
that world never came.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away (hi-igh-igh!)

Instrumental

Now that the world isn't ending,
it's love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero,
and that's why I fear it won't do.

And they say that a hero could save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

And they're watching us
(Watching Us)
They're watching us
(Watching Us)
as we all fly away.

And they're watching us
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away,
(Yeah)
Yeah.

And they're watching us
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away

(Yeah, yeah…whoa-whoa…)

"Akasha."

Akasha looked up at Corey. His voice had pulled her back to reality again.

"You were apparently wondering why I have so many books about muggers, rapists and all those other awful people in my library," Corey chuckled.

Akasha was blushing furiously.

"Was not! I was…blinded by your handsomeness," she replied.

Corey chuckled at her obvious rage and confusion.

Even Akasha often got confused sometimes, just like any other vampire.

The thought made Corey smile.

Then he remembered. Like all vampires, he needed a mate - one he could share his immortality with. He thought for a moment. Then it came to him - one name...

Drew Blythe Barrymore.

The next night was a party, and he looked around. Then...he saw her...

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