[What if the war between the vampires and the mutants had gone differently?]
TOLD YOU SO
"Kill him," I said. And I've never meant anything more in my life.
I was talking to the boss. His name is Dracula. And, yeah, he's that Dracula.
Now, I've got a reputation for mouthing off to my bosses. That was even before I was a vampire. So I guess some things never change. Of course, telling Dracula what to do is a dangerous thing.
Dracula gave me an amused look. "Logan, do you fear this man so much?" he asked.
"Yep," I said flatly.
The guy we were talking about - a pathetic figure in rags and chains - is named Scott Summers. He once ran the team of mutants that I was a part of. But then Vampires and Mutants had a war. And the Vampires won.
In the process, I was made into a vampire. I wasn't the only one.
Scott didn't get changed. Instead, he ended up in an honest-go-God dungeon. His people either became vampires, or the slaves of vampires, or just-plain dead.
Maybe it's strange to be scared of a helpless man, locked in chains with a metal blindfold over his eyes, who's buried deep in a stone cell. But I knew Scott Summers. And I'd never rest easy as long as he was alive.
None of us should. He's that dangerous.
"The situation is under control," Dracula told me. "Summers' life is in the palm of my hand. He presents no threat."
Wow, was Dracula wrong. Summers was one of the most dangerous threats the King of Vampires had ever faced. He was one of the most dangerous threats that I'd ever faced.
"I hope you're right," I told Dracula. I'm sure he knew what I was thinking.
"Oh, Logan," Dracula said to me. "Go back to your chambers. Amuse yourself with your pretty thralls. Leave the thinking to someone who is good at it."
Casually insulting me is kinda dumb, but Dracula was a boss like no other.
So I nodded my head, turned around, and left the dungeon.
The story of the Mutant-Vampire war is a pain in the ass. But it boils down to, "the mutants lost".
And now Vampires rule the Earth. The Avengers didn't last much longer than the X-Men. The Fantastic Four flew off into deep space with a few other refugees. Magneto and Dr. Doom and most of their loser buddies are all dead - and good riddance.
It was a victory like no other. Dracula had sought to rule Earth for most of his existence. He'd finally succeeded.
And I was Dracula's second-in-command. If I survived, someday I'd rule the world.
Vampires can turn people into something they call thralls. You do that by feeding them some of your blood. They then become your obedient little slaves, desperate to obey your every whim.
It was great.
I had more than a few thralls, but there were only two who really mattered.
Jean Grey and Emma Frost.
When I entered my chambers, Jean and Emma were naked and kneeling. I'd long since established that was the proper way to greet me. Seeing those two nude and submissive is one of the few things that cheers me up anymore.
I sat down in my big stone chair - almost a throne - and let out a big sigh. Then I leaned forward and ran my hands through my hair.
"C'mere," I told Jean and Emma. They quietly got their feet and padded over to me. Both ended up on my lap with my arms wrapped around their bare bodies.
I drank from them both as they whimpered in lust and pain. I was careful not to take too much. And then I opened one of my veins in my forearm and let each of them take a sip of my own black and brackish blood.
More whimpering, but it was eager this time.
"Thank you, Master," Emma said softly to me. "Thank you, Logan," added Jean. Emma is the more submissive of the two - or at least she acts that way. After all, she had years of experience in the games that the Hellfire Club used to play. Jean is more informal because she knows how I feel about her.
They slid down onto the floor. Then, kneeling, they used their mouths on me. Let me tell you, you haven't been blown until it's been done to you by a telepath. After all, they know what's working and what isn't. They're perfection from the moment they start until the moment you cum. And having two of them working you at once is beyond fantastic.
After I made Jean into my thrall, I was surprised to find out that she didn't know what a cum-swap was. I mean... what the hell, Scott? But once she got done laughing at Jean, Emma show her the basics. Ever since, it's a routine part of what they do to entertain me.
Some people would say I'm accursed. But at least in terms of Jean and Emma, I think I'm one lucky bastard.
Being a vampire with one of the most powerful regeneration factors on Earth, means I don't have to play by all of the vampire rules. For one thing, I don't need to sleep in a coffin. I have an actual bed in my room. Jean and Emma share it with me and that's another good reason to not allow them to wear clothes.
At night, laying beside me, Emma and Jean sometimes beg me to show mercy to Scott. Then they try to bribe me with their bodies - as if they didn't have to serve me that way no matter what.
I accept everything those two offer me, but I never respond.
Ororo is called Bloodstorm nowadays. She's a bride of Dracula and Kitty is her personal thrall. She also killed Peter, Kurt, and Remy with her own fangs and claws.
I'll... have to do something about that someday.
As I entered Ororo's chambers, Ororo was sitting in a fancy leather chair. Kitty was flat on her stomach, licking Ororo's boots clean. Ororo likes to set up little scenes like that whenever I visit. Because provoking me is always a smart idea.
Ororo - Bloodstorm - gave me that tight little demon smile of hers.
"Hello, Logan," she purred. "Still want to buy Kitty from me?"
"Not here to talk about that," I answered slowly.
Bloodstorm leaned closer to me. "Then what do you want?" she asked.
"You've got Dracula's ear," I replied. "So talk to him. Convince him that it would be best if we killed Scott."
Bloodstorm froze, her eyes locked on mine. On the floor, Kitty stopped licking as her shoulders started to shake. I can remember when the idea of Kitty crying was just impossible for me to believe.
Getting to her feet, Bloodstorm kicked Kitty away. It took everything I had not to react to that.
I'll get Kitty away from Bloodstorm someday. I won't make her serve me the way Jean and Emma do, but I'll find a place for her and I'll see that she has a life actually worth living.
I swear it.
"It's just a matter of time before Scott comes up with a plan," I told Bloodstorm. "After all, that's what he does. Then all hell will break loose. It's just a question of how much damage he'll cause before he's dragged down."
That damned smile flickered across Bloodstorm's face. "Are you frightened, little man?" she asked me. "Scared of what Scott might do to you in exchange for your gentle treatment of Emma and Jean?"
"A man - or a woman - who doesn't fear Scott Summers is an idiot," I told her.
That actually made her freeze. She knew it was true.
"I'll... consider... your request," she told me.
I nodded and left.
"Oh, master," Emma moaned into my ear. "Kill Ororo. Kill her for her impertinence. Kill her and take Kitty for your own."
Emma is still playing games. Could she pit master against master? Could she get us to kill each other? Especially if all it cost was her shoving her fake boobs into my face?
I put a hand around Emma's neck and tightened very slightly. She froze, bright fear flickering through her eyes. I've never loved her. Hell, I've never even liked her. I keep her around because I just enjoy degrading her uppity ass.
Emma knew she was a twist of my wrist away from a broken neck. I could smell her terror.
"Please, master," she begged helplessly. "I just hate to see you treated so disrespectfully! Please don't be angry with me! Let me serve you like the trollop I am!"
I smiled and put Emma to work - like the trollop she was.
I sighed and laid back as Emma pleasured me.
"Jeannie," I called. "Get the whip. Once I'm done with her, you'll be beating Emma for me. And I expect you to be hard on her."
"Yes, Logan," Jean said uncomfortably. Then she scrambled out of the bed and began rummaging through a closet.
I closed my eyes and groaned as I came in Emma's mouth.
Emma was sobbing in pain as I left my quarters. There were two more vampires I had to see.
Jubilee and Laura room together. Both are vamps. Actually, Jubilee was the one who turned Laura into a vampire.
Just like she turned me.
"Put on some damn clothes," I growled after I walked in the door. I'd caught the two of them in a private moment.
"Dammit, Logan!" Jubilee snarled as she hastily covered herself with a silk sheet. Laura just stared coldly at me. She's never been the same since she killed Gabby.
"What do you want!" Jubilee blustered at me.
I sat on the edge of the bed - I had to move one of Laura's bare feet to do that. "I want you to talk to Dracula. I want you to convince him to kill Scott."
Jubilee froze. Laura watched me with cold eyes.
"No. Fucking. Way," Jubes said slowly, emphasizing each word.
Laura just kept on staring.
I smiled. "Is it because you don't want Scott dead? Or because you're too scared to be with Dracula?"
Laura reached over, grabbed Jubilee, and pulled her closer. Jubes was shivering as Laura stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll talk to Dracula," Laura told me.
Then she kissed Jubes again. "Leave Jubilee alone."
That was more than I'd expected. I nodded and left the room.
As I walked back to my quarters there was a loud thump that shook the entire castle. Voices began calling and screaming, and an alarm gong started ringing.
Bloodstorm sprinted past me - racing towards the dungeon cells. She had a blade in her hand and gave me a furious look. Laura bailed out of another door. Her claws were out.
I smiled to myself as I kept on walking.
Told you so.