Sweet Bloody Insanity Chapter 3, a vampire fanfic

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Chapter 3:

Stuck in the Middle with You

There be ghouls in the cuckoo's nest. Wakey, wakey, rise and shine little bloodsucker. Can you hear them? Can you smell them? Can you taste them? Can you touch them? Can you see them? Wake up Kitty Katt, the beast smells trouble. No time for sweet dreams.

I awoke to the sudden onrush of a thousand screaming voices. All were crying 'Danger'. It hit me like a speeding train during rush hour. There was nothing, just darkness and then this as though I had suddenly woken from the dead. Although I guess that is exactly what I had just done.

My eyes flickered open and to my utter astonishment a dark haired man sat on my chest, his legs either side of me. One of his hands was casually fondling my breast, while his other was parting my thighs and working his way up to my crotch. As soon as my eyes opened, two men appeared on either side of me and pinned my arms and legs to the bed.

What remained of my human consciousness screamed 'Rape'. What unfurled inside my empty screaming guts was a foul and ravenous predator. A beast without equal, eager for the kill. Desperate to sink its claws and fangs into those who would defile its human shell.

"Please don't hurt me." I squeaked shyly. I was no virgin but I had no intention of giving myself freely to these bastards.

"We come with a message from Mr Lacroix. He didn't take too kindly to your trip home last night, see. And we've been sent to remind you that the Masquerade isn't something to be fucked with." The scar faced thug said through a smug grin, which spoke only too loudly of how much he was enjoying this and whatever would follow.

"Have you seen my puppies anywhere? I need to get up and feed them. Fluffy and Chichi are there names. You wouldn't hurt them would you?" I asked innocently. For some reason they were the first things that sprang to mind.

"What the fuck are you talking about? No we haven't seen your fucking rats. If we had they would be deader than you are right now." He spat out, dribbling spittle down the side of his mouth and spraying my face which seemed to be highly amusing to the idiots gathered around me.

"No, please. They're only babies. Let me go and see them, I promise I'll be good." I blinked through slightly startled eyes. The sudden aroma of cheap aftershave invaded my sense of smell.

They're going to fuck you senseless Kitty Katt, run away, run away. Help, scream for help. The jester prince has sent his ghouls to play with the little fledgling. They only want to play Kitty Katt. Lay back and enjoy the ride, no, no, no. Scream, somebody might hear, don't let them touch you Kitty Katt.

"Shut the fuck up about your damn mutts, or we'll find out where you used to live and skin the fucking rats alive. This shit is serious, you've defied the prince by going home, you're lucky not to be staked out for the sun. But we get to have some fun with the prince's little bitch. He said we can do whatever the fuck we like, just make sure you're in one piece to finish the fucking job you were supposed to do last night." His grip tightened on my breast, I'm sure if I could feel pain it would have hurt. His other hand found its mark and casually glided over my crotch as though I had no say in the matter. Suddenly without warning his hand left my breast and he slapped me hard across the face. I whimpered like I would have if this situation would have happened had I still been alive and it was completely out of my control. This kind of violence was new to me afterall. Even if I had done karate since I was five years old. It still didn't prepare you for the helplessness of the situation. My beast roared in protest. I felt an unknown inner strength within me. I had no idea how to unleash it.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this fucking shit. I ain't ever fucked a dead chick before. The prince is usually fucking strict on this sort of shit. But you must have pissed him off real bad." His hand flew back and before I could turn my face he struck me with his fist, he seemed a little shocked when I stared straight back at him without making a sound.

You're really fucked now Kitty Katt. Here you are all fucked up and nowhere to go. You got the jester prince ruling over you, letting his disgusting little minions have their wicked way while he laughs at the little fledgling he allowed to live. You've got clowns to the left of you, jokers to the right and you're stuck in the middle with him. Are you scared little Kitty Katt, you should be. Bad ass vampire quivering like a lost little girl. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck the bastards. Run, scream, hide, beg, squeal, cry, yell, feel them on you, in you, over you. Fucking stupid bitch, fight goddamn it, fight for your fucking life.

"Which are you, the jokers or the clowns?" I said as I asked the snarling men at my side what they were.

"What the fuck are you talking about, bitch."

And then it came to me for some unknown reason that I couldn't fathom. I'd seen a particularly violent film a few years ago with one of my ex's. It was called Reservoir Dogs. That was where the jokers and clowns reference came from, I was certain of it. Suddenly the music started playing loudly in my head, or was it on the radio? It was hard to tell the difference. Suddenly I giggled, like a little girl and smiled at the thugs who were holding me. They were all dressed so smartly, like suits and ties. It was good to see they took care of their appearance. It was almost a shame to mess things up.

"What the fuck are you laughing at bitch, don't you fucking know what we are going to do to …" He questioned menacingly.

I smiled wildly, the tune playing in my head as though it were blaring out in some nightclub. And without another thought I began to sing along.

"Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you."

"Shut the fuck up you crazy fucking whore. I'm gonna fuck you up real bad, just wait and fucking see." His fist struck me again, and then another, it sent him almost wild when I simply smiled back at him.

Jesters, clowns and jokers, jesters, clowns and jokers, jesters, clowns and jokers. See how they run, like five blind mice, see how they run, they all ran after the farmers wife, who cut off their heads with a carving knife, did you ever see such a thing in your life as five blind mice. Cut off their heads Kitty Katt, off with their heads, off with their heads, princes, jesters, clowns and jokers, and mice. Just little mice, Kitty Katt, nothing more than itsy bitsy mice. Cut off their fucking heads, mail them back to the prince. Kill, kill, kill, kill.

"Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you."

Without warning my head shot forward and I grabbed his ear in my mouth. I felt my fangs sink into it and then ripped it away like a piece of meat off the bone of Sunday lunch. I had never heard someone scream so much in my entire life.

"Fucking whore, you fucking slut, you're fucking dead. Fuck Lacroix, you're dead, bitch." His hand went up to the side of his head to stem the flow of blood. Blood seeped though his fingers, and that was the last thing I saw before the red mist came over my eyes and all things inside me turned feral and the beast was unleashed.

Despite their best efforts the five of them couldn't hold me. My hand lashed out, I felt my fingers pass though flesh as my nails tore a gaping wound in one of their cheeks. Again with the yelling, but the beast was just starting. Blows rained down on me from every direction, some felt like they were being delivered by something heavier than fists, but my dead flesh shrugged off the pain like it was nothing. I lashed out, my nails tearing through flesh, my fists cracking bones. I noticed the shiny sharp thing on the dresser, and immediately thought of the vagrant from the night before. Suddenly it was in my hand and ripping open great gashes and punching great holes. Blood sprayed everywhere. I was covered from head to toe. I felt numb from a hundred blows but still I carried on. They backed away, bleeding, yelling and swearing.

Mary, Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty ghouls all in a row.

I began laughing; the red mist was slowly lifting. It was then that I realised I still had scar face's ear in my mouth. I took the ear from my mouth and held it between two fingers. I grinned at them like they were old friends who had called round for dinner. I lifted the ear close to my mouth and began whispering into it.

"You crazy fucking whore. Do you know what you've done, the prince will have your …"

"Do you here me little ghouls, or should that be mice. Kitty Katt says its time the mice ran away and the Katt came out to play. Ah poor little mice, did Kitty tear your ear off, bad Kitty Katt. My mommy says never talk to strangers, even mice." I tossed the ear into his face and realised the extent of the damage I had caused. Their nice clean suits were now a bloody mess of blood and gore.

"You're dead, I don't care how long it takes …" He threatened, although it sounded more like pleading. I continued my song, the tune still playing, I guess it was in my head afterall, but it was as clear as if the radio were playing.

"Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please....."

They began looking at the door, a certain desperation in their eyes. Before they could move I was blocking their path and turned the key in the door tossing it onto the bed. Their eyes followed it and the looks of fear and confusion began to play across their faces.

"Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you."

I ran the vagrants blade across my tongue, licking off the blood in a slow and psychotic show of bravado as my new found vicious streak played out in front of my guests like some bloody macabre play.

"Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please....."

"Just let us go, or there will be hell to pay." Scar face said, although he had now lost all of his male arrogance.

I finished the last lines of the song and was almost purring with delight at the sight of these five strong men cowering like cornered mice. I walked slowly back to the bed and lay down. I tossed the key to scar face and winked at him, followed by a sultry smile.

"Let yourself out boys, I've got things to do and no time to waste. It's been a pleasure and we'll have to do it again sometime, but I must remember to get some locks for that door. Can't have visitors just wandering in when they feel like it. Well are you going then? Come along, scram, scoot, shoo, begone, the prince will be wondering where you are."

I watched as they ran out the door, whatever was their hurry I couldn't guess.

Look at this place it was a bloody mess, quite literally. I would have to clean up later, once I'd visited that man, what was his name. For some reason I pictured a fleet footed god, Mercurio, that was it. I locked the door and stripped. I stepped into the shower and stood for twenty minutes letting the water wash over me.

Another twenty minutes and I was dressed in designer jeans, a figure hugging red blouse and black boots. I threw on a thigh length black leather jacket for appearances sake, as it was supposed to be the waning months of autumn and cold outside.

Another twenty minutes and I was stood outside twenty four Main Street. As if I hadn't seen enough blood already, a thick pool of the precious liquid had been spilt outside the door and led both away from and into the building. What were the chances the fleet footed god had had his wings clipped. The sight of so much blood reminded me that I really would have to feed soon. The emptiness inside was almost too much to bear. I would have to find something to feed on later.

I opened the door and stepped inside, following the trail of blood. It stopped at one of the doors. I knocked gently and went inside.