Chapter Four
Somewhere deep in the alleyways of the city, some foreplay was already underway, almost silhouetted by distant lights. The older, pale-faced, white-haired, and icy-blue-eyed woman in an ochre-black-and-maroon dress with gold accessories, pinned a younger woman between herself and a decayed concrete wall. The younger woman in question had slightly dark complexion as well as smooth and black medium-length hair, and wore a full black and thick under-suit with rose-red armour plating. Amelia "Amy" Chen, member of the Wild Pack.
The blanchette planted her slithery tongue into the noirette's mouth to caress all the insides of it, her hands preying over that suit and body armour.
"Ooo you've been wanting something like so badly, haven't you?" The pale woman teased. "That Silver Sable never made love to you like this, hadn't she?"
"Yes..." Amy hissed breathlessly.
"I thought so", the femme fatale hummed.
Looking down, the elder woman grinned before she loosened the rose-red chest armour of her prey, especially around the lower area. Looking back up, she could see that continually titillated look upon the enthralled Amy's face. She then moved her head closely till her crimson lips were right up to Amy's left ear.
"I want you to squirm when I make you come", the pale-skinned woman spoke huskily.
As if rehearsed many times before, the seductress moved her right hand right down against the private area up between Amy's thighs then she rubbed slowly and deeply into the fabric. As predicted, a series of squirms started to lip through Amy's lips, moaning and twitched as the fabric rubbed into her sensitive folds. A small wet damp within her soon started to warm up with arousing friction.
The temptress still glazed her tongue all around Amy's neck, up to her chin, and back into her mouth again, rolling together with Amy's own tongue. As their tongues and lips parted, a hint of saliva stuck between them, nearly dripping and drooling. Patches of sweat started to drench certain parts and sections of Amy's armoured suit. Her blood almost seemed to start heating up, much to the ever delight of the one rousing her up.
As the fatal woman speed up the rhythmic movements of her hand, Amy's hips bucked under sensual instinct and her hands slowly reached down to clutch at her wobbling hands, all in reaction to this single action. Her breaths grew shorter and heavier while her moans grew louder and higher, and yet such noise never seemed to stir up any attention from any outsiders at all.
Before long, she finally did come and caused a hot sticky patch that spread widely in her suit and down her legs. Satisfied with this orgasm as ones before from others, the vamp gently brushed her lips up the heated neck, sensing that warmed up blood within. At the right moment and the right timing, she slipped her fangs into the very skin without any resistance from her newest victim beyond another flinch and groan.
Guzzling up just enough to fill that part of her needs, the vampire pulled back her fangs and licked up the rest of the red stain until the two bleeding marks could be seen. The wounded Amy nearly slid down the hard wall, but the vampiric woman still managed to keep her up to her feet.
"Death need not claim you, my dear", the vampire had spoken. "For I shall you as one of my many".
She proceeded to bite into her own two fingers for her own blood to leak, and planted such right into Amy's mouth for her to taste and consume. Unconsciously, or subconsciously, the dying Amy suckled on the bleeding fingers as the dark tainted substance trinkled down her throat. The vampire stared and smiled before she eventually pulled her fingers free and let the rest take care from here on. Another mortal had been claimed into part of the many, the turned.
Entering through the outer districts of the city, two girls with black hair and green eyes, and both dressed in yellow and black supersuits, swiftly dashed side-by-side along the connected house roofs. As they sprinted and huffed breath after breath, the tall buildings of the vast, middle, and more condensed areas of the city slowly inched ever closer into view.
"I'm enjoying the holiday here, sis", said the younger girl, Gabrielle Kinney, aka Honey Badger.
"Eh, so am I, a bit so far", replied the older girl, Laura Kinney, aka X-23.
After a good long while of jogging, jumping, and jouncing, even X-23 could feel her short and almost irregular breaths, along with the drained muscles of her upper body, starting to wear and even slow her down gradually. Before long, after almost a mile or so, she reached the end of a series of connected council houses, and carefully sat down on the edge of the roof with one of her legs dangling over. Catching up with her, Honey Badger stopped before she too sat down, right next to X-23, with legs crossed.
"So what's really going on here, sis?" Honey Badger asked. "What are we really here for?"
X-23 gave a look of slightly hinted surprise, initially thinking that her "sister" wouldn't be too smart enough to question any prior intent or reasoning. "There has been an ongoing series of people being reported missing lately across this city", she answered nonetheless. "Even including a few superheroes as well". She explained further. "And I guess we were chosen to be sent in and to help investigate these bizarre disappearances and get to the bottom of this".
"And how do you think we could help?" Honey Badger questioned.
X-23 didn't answered right away, thinking it over as thoroughly as she could at the moment. "Perhaps more heroes could mean more coverage and a higher chance of finding some kind of clue to these random vanishings, and who or what could be behind such".
"And if and when we find out who's behind this, we'll give them a good ol' beating faster than you could say 'Adamantium Rage'", Honey Badger boasted with a smirk and a fist in open palm.
X-23 snickered at such a statement. "Allright, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet, Gabby. If we do find anything, the first thing we do is to report to both S.T.R.I.K.E., S.H.I.E.L.D., and those Excalibur guys".
"Whatever you say, sis", Honey Badger shrugged. "You think there might be more to this?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno, like, someone or something could be expecting people like us to get attention of this, and then waiting for us to fall into certain places at certain times?"
X-23 took in what her sister said quite closely and observantly, a few certain thoughts lingering. "Maybe so", she replied. "Got a very similar feeling as well, almost like somebody calling out for me".
Sitting alone on a bench in Gordon Square, Annabelle Riggs had already left the Institute of Archaeology as another shift ended. The freckled, blue-eyed, short-pony-tail-haired brunette wore black rectangular glasses, matching light-brown leather jacket and boots, dark grey singlet vest, and khaki shorts. Shuffled from a bit from the mild air around her, she looked up to see the cloudy sky slowly shift in shade and colour.
"Gazing into space, I see?" A low yet clearly feminine voice caused Annabelle to jump a bit as she quickly looked around to see a strange yet alluring woman with skin and hair of nearly pure-white, donned in a red and black with gold attire. "Not to that I would shame you for doing so, the skies can offer such lovely views, as long as you're not staring into direct sunlight of course".
"Yeah, sure", Annabelle replied. "I don't think we met".
"We have now", the slightly-older-looking woman spoke as she sat down next to Annabelle. "I'm Mila Carl, and you're the archaeologist Annabelle Riggs, I presume?"
"Huh, how did you-" Annabelle asked.
"I saw you walking out of the Institute building", Mila said. "I figured you're into the subject as well. So am I, I've been studying folklore and architecture in Central Europe and their significance".
"Have you now?" Annabelle nodded with a hint of doubt.
"Indeed I have", Mila convinced. "I also heard about your reputation in the business, and upon meeting you, I can see why". She gazed down the mortal woman's physique.
"I appreciate the compliment, if I can even call it that", Annabelle clearly noticed the way Mila was looking into her. "But I'm waiting for my date".
"Oh we have plenty of time, believe me", Mila moved in on her. "She doesn't have to know just yet". She laid her cool hands upon the slightly younger woman, stroking the leather fabric of her jacket before touching the very skin. "Mmm, I see you're blushing already just from being so close to me and my touch". She inched even closer to the enticed Annabelle, taking off and setting aside her glasses. "Allow me to warm you up even further".
And before either would even know it, they kissed. Her heart beating at quite a speed, Annabelle had already given in to Mila's instant charms. Cold and warmth collided together as they caressed each other's bodies. Mila then moved and shifted so she was sitting directly on top of Annabelle's lap, slowly swinging her hips in a hypnotic dance, like an exotic dancer.
Becoming part of such a sensual subject, Annabelle blushed immensely as she could feel every breath she took being taken away from her. The two women opened their mouths wide as Mila's tongue slithered its way all around the interior of Annabelle's mouth like a snake coiling in a wet cave.
Snogging ever so deeply, Mila's lingering hands hovered over Annabelle's chest before clutching those soft and humble breasts, with the shirt fabric in between. She then moved down her hands to undo Annabelle's shorts, and she immediately went for it, stirring up something fierce within the freckled brunette. A fractured gasp had emitted from Annabelle's quivering lips, feeling her thighs easing up.
Rubbing and massaging the warm wet folds, Mila dragged her tongue all around Annabelle's sweaty face and neck. Annabelle herself huffed and cussed under her shortening breath. Mila soon rubbed even faster, causing Annabelle to thrust harder. The revved-up brunette tried to keep her moans low at least as to not get caught by any potential bystander in the public area.
But this would prove to be difficult as Mila ploughed even deeper within her. Annabelle shook and trembled beneath the stranger's weight and pleasure, close to staining her own pants and shorts. And inevitably, she would do just that, expelling her self unto the vamp dominatrix. Her blood running hot and wild, much to Mila's dark enthusiasm.
Just as Annabelle had finally begun climaxing, Mila sunk her teeth into Annabelle's neck, drinking up her pure blood. Eyes widened in shock and fear, Annabelle could've cried for any help, but she was already too weak to even make any sound beyond a quiet croak. Getting more doozy, she slowly hung back her head on top of the bench. Mila soon released both her fangs and her fingers from the penetration of Annabelle.
Making an open gash on her own neck, Mila lifted Annabelle's limp head to make her taste and consume the liquid bleeding from her cut. Meeting a rather sour taste, Annabelle nearly choked as it rushed down into her innards. She could feel it surging through her fragile body, like an endless bolt of lightning within her veins. Bending to this dark will, Annabelle squeezed her eyes once more. It was if she was dying and becoming born at the same time.
Awakening to reveal black and red eyes, Annabelle ran her tongue along her own teeth, immediately noticed a few peculiar fangs. So sharp she could've cut her own tongue if not careful. Without her glasses, she could now see more sharp and clearly. Mila soon stood back up as she looked down at the now-vampiric Annabelle.
"Come, my dear", Mila offered a hand. "There's so much more to come..."
"Yes, my mistress", Annabelle replied in a dark monotone voice, taking Mila's hand, walking with her into the unknown, and leaving behind the glasses on the bench.
In the meantime, within the Kensal Green Cemetery, stood a lone and slender figure in a mask and suit of black with boots, gloves, belt, scarf, and a wide target symbol on his head, of matching stark white. The grin on his face oozed with cunning and deviousness, while his bright-blue eyes gave off a darkly delightful glare. Silently, he wandered along in the cemetery, surrounded by countless trees, statues, headstones, and gravestones, whilst he looked around for one particular tombstone.
"Hmm, far west side, two angels and a cross above a tombstone", Bullseye recollected what he had been told, or rather hinted at. "Oh don't you worry, big guy, I'll be getting your loot. And if any weeping angel tries to come my way, I'll knock their pretty heads off".
And so, he kept carrying on, the winds rustling through the trees and bushes, and yet unable to hinder any of the tombs or graves and certainly not the mercenary himself. His piercing blue eyes scanned about from left to right and back again, not missing even a single stone. A small flock of crows and ravens hollered and fluttered off into the uneasy air. Autumn leaves of gold, orange, amber, and scarlet trembled in the wind and crumbled beneath the man's boots.
"I'm a bull, I'm a bull with big pointy horns", Bullseye nearly sang with a low and dark-twisted manner. "You better have the loot or else, you will get the scorns". His voice shifted from light and peppy to deep and guttural, still grinning all the way. "Casket, O casket, which of these crypts have got the basket?"
Eventually, after a good long while, he soon found himself facing what seemed to match the vague description he had been given. Above a wide door of stone atop a vast tomb stood the sculpture of two female angels, loosely clothed and embracing each other so intimately, almost like lovers forever frozen in a state of peace and bliss. And standing proudly above the two female cupids was a thin and simple cross. Not even a significant amount of moss was ever able to deter these proud statues.
Staring up at all this, Bullseye closely observed and picked nearly every single detail of the tomb, its markings, its statues, anything his sharp eye would never miss, and he could never miss, he would never miss.
"This must be the place", Bullseye spoke again, slowly stroking his own chin. "Hmmm, I'll take what's behind door number one".
He then stepped lively before the doorway, and after a crack of knuckles and the neck, Bullseye took a deep and firm grip of the door and gradually pulled it to the side with a grunt and huff. The stone door budged and scraped as it was soon moved free from its place before being let loose aside. It fell back and nearly cracked to pieces upon impact. Unstirred by such sounds, Bullseye carried on, entering the tomb, down its stairs, and into the dark.
Somewhere deep underground, beneath the city streets, a dark ritual was already underway. Surrounded by many prior turned victims and ominous figures in robes of white and red, the Vampire Princess of Darkness had pleasured and preyed on her latest victim. A dark-skinned afro-haired woman in an amber-yellow qipao top, headband and leggings of matching grey, and with large butterfly-esque wings of sea-green and peach-orange spread and laid out. The X-Men mutant Aura Charles.
A fresh bite mark on her right forearm leaked an almost copious stream of blood as the Princess of Vampires continued licking and slurping up all of the stain, but only just enough so that Aura was left on the mere brink of dying, still breathing albeit weak and quiet. Carmilla than sank her teeth into her own forearm, in much same way she did to Aura, and pressed the painless wound against Aura's dried lips.
Hesitantly, Aura suckled on the essence, still weak and dazed enough to not know what exactly it truly was. What she consumed had a bittersweet and almost umami taste. Almost immediately, her body started to convulse forth and arch back, twitching and trembling almost furiously. Her mind and vision spun down into endless insanity, her heart throbbed around faster than thought humanly possible, her lips gagged and drooled, and her eyes squeezed shut before leaking dark-red.
Eventually, all the trembling and convulsion finally, silence took over the vast chamber even with so much of these forms of life in presence. Aura slowly parted her lips further as sharpened fangs came into view, and her eyelids peeled back open, revealing eyes of red and black. Everything seemed sharper in sight, clearer than crystal, as she looked up to see the face of the one who seduced and turned her. The countess, in turn, gazed down with dark delight.
"Awaken from your deathly slumber, awaken and embrace", Carmilla commanded. "Welcome to my power and legion, for you've become one of many".
"I am become one of many", the now-turned Aura had spoked back with a low and monotone voice, as if hypnotised and brainwashed.
Carmilla sealed one last kiss into Aura for last time at the moment before letting her go to stand with the rest of her followers. But even with all these new servants, it still wasn't enough for her, it would never be enough for her.
Carmilla needed her bride again. Her one, only, and true bride.
To be continued...