Hot Nights - Ch 16 - What the Fuck?

Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Mild Nudity, Plot

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Dirk was stressed out.

He was in trouble and he knew it.  He was in deep and Baron Criminel wanted the debt paid. Like, now. The creepy voodoo crime boss was calling in all his markers. Whatever was gong down was big. Usually, when shit like this got real, Dirk just skipped town until things calmed down. Wasn't working this time. He needed to settle the debt. 

So, back to the old plan. Find Star and bring her to Malcolm. The perv had really liked the hot blonde and Dirk didn't blame him. She was a sweet piece of ass. Malcolm said he had a bunch of guys willing to pay big to party with her. Extra for butt stuff and to slap her around. Enough so Dirk could pay off his debt, easy. The slut would probably enjoy herself, no matter how much she'd bitched about it. He just need to convince her and... 

Who the fuck was this? Had Slim scored himself some goth pussy? Dirk wondered if he could get her too. Shit, if he could bring Malcolm Star and this goth chick, he might clear a profit after all.

"Peeking in windows isn't polite," a cool, cultured voice said, making Dirk jump.

Dirk wheeled to face the voice, hand reaching for his knife. Someone needed to be taught a lesson about sneaking up on a guy.

"What's it to yo... oh," Dirk froze. "What the fuck?"

There were always whispers. Rumors. Stories about the monsters in the dark. Dirk had always figured he knew all about monsters. He worked with them. Fucked up pervs like Malcolm. Brutal bastards like George T. Cold, dead-eyed killers like Max Villareal. There were plenty of monsters in the world without making up stories. Dirk had never believed in things that went bump in the night. 

Until tonight. Until he'd turned and seen those shining red eyes, looking at him out of that corpse-pale face.

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Xander watched the man run away. 

Prey ran.

Xander could smell the fear in the man's blood. Could hear his heart pounding with it. It would be so easy. So easy to catch the man. Too easy. Better to chase him, letting fear burn in his blood, listening to the delicious drumbeat of his heart. Drive him into some dark, secluded corner where no one would see. Drink. Drink deep. Finally slake this burning thirst.

With iron discipline, Xander resisted. He stood, and watched the man run away.

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Who could be knocking at this hour, Frankie wondered.

Slim had gone back to bed awhile ago. She'd been plunking cheerfully on his guitar, trying out the things he'd shown her. It was that silent hour of the night, closer to dawn than to dusk. The hour usually inhabited only by night shift workers, insomniacs and vampires. Certainly not a reasonable time for someone to be knocking on the door.

She realized she'd been so focused on practicing, she hadn't heard anyone approach. She could hear the faint whispers of Slim and Star, breathing deeply, coming from Star's room. Even as she opened the door, she realized she couldn't hear the breath of the man in front of her. Couldn't here his heart beat.

Her eyes rose to meet his, shining red in the dark. 

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Frankie demanded.

"I was sent to find you," the vampire answered in a calm, cultured voice.

"Get away from me!" Frankie snarled.

"Listen..." the vampire began.

"No, you listen," Frankie said over him. "Go away. Never back come here!"

Furious - at this vampire for coming here, at herself for bringing him to Slim and Star's door - she advanced at him, snarling. The vampire's lips pulled back, showing his fangs, even as he gave ground to her, carefully backing down the stairs.

"Just listen," he growled.

"You stay away from me," Star snapped. "You stay about from here. I'll... I'll make you!"

"Kid, take a breath," the vampire snapped back.

"Vampire!" Frankie shouted, hurling herself at him. 

Hissing and clawing, Frankie flew at the vampire. 

Some distant, thinking part of her mind recognized that she was actually kind of flying. Shit, I can fly? The thought flashed and vanished into the red rage that consumed her. It was like the thirst but different. Something savage and dark inside wanted nothing other than to drive this vampire away. Away from Slim and Star. She wasn't going to let them be hurt because of her! 

She punched and clawed and bit, hurling herself at him with wild, untamed aggression.

The other vampire rose into the air to meet her. His arms raised, protecting his face and body from reckless, wild assault. Iron discipline met animal fury, head on. 

He swung suddenly, precisely, sending her reeling. 

"OK, that's enough!" the vampire snapped.

Panting, out of some leftover instinct rather than any actual need to breathe, Frankie dropped to the ground.

She struggled against a tide of strange feelings. The savagery inside her, so violent and powerful only moments ago, whimpered and cowered. The darkness that had driven her to attack now demanded she surrender. 

The other vampire sank though the air, before her.

She didn't think she could resist him now. The darkness inside would submit to whatever he demanded. 

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"Frankie," Slim shouted. 

They'd heard the shouting and the sounds of a fight. He'd come running, Star right behind him. Slim remembered that Frankie has always admitted she was in some kind of trouble. It looked like trouble had finally caught up with her.

"Get away from her!" Star shouted. She shouted something else too. A Word in a language Slim didn't recognize. 

Suddenly, the other vampire was thrown into the street as if some huge hand had swatted him from the ground.

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What the fuck!? Xander thought as he ran. 

Dark instincts raged inside him. Demanded he go back, force the fledgling to submit to him. Take her. Take her prey. He could smell their blood. The young man's, hot and rich. The other's, intoxicating and somehow familiar.

Where had he smelled blood like that before? Shit, Cassie! His sister. His sister the witch! 

The girl had witch-blood?! What the hell is Samedi's poor little lost fledgling doing with a fucking witch? 

He forced himself to leave. He hadn't come here to fight, damn it. He certainly hadn't come to challenge some mysterious witch.

He needed to get away. Calm down. Come up with a new plan.

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"What the fuck!" said Slim. "Who the fuck? How the fuck? What the fucking fuck!?"

"Frankie, are you OK," Star asked, pulling the other woman to her feet.

"I... I think so," Frankie said.

"I was so worried," Star pulled her into a hug.

"OK, guys, we should go back inside, because that weirdo might come back," Slim said "Also, I'm in my underwear and Star is naked."

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Author's note: Sex and lots more of Star being naked in the next chapter. ;)

Hot Nights - Ch 15 - Serving the Dark Court

Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex, Dubious Consent, Plot

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Xander felt like an idiot.

He'd spent the past few nights wandering the seedier neighborhoods of Willow Creek, looking for Samedi's lost fledgling. Every so often, he'd take Maman Brigitte's ugly doll out, chant the incantation Carmilla had taught him and wait for some kind of sign. He did his best to do it when no one was around.

Damn it, this magic stuff was Cassie's thing, or Carmilla's. He was a computer programmer. OK, he was a vampire computer programmer who could call up the spirits of the dead and had a knack for mind control, but he was still more comfortable coding than chanting.

I look like an idiot, he thought.

He'd honestly hoped that breaking with the Dark Court would give him a chance at a kind of normal life. Live with his wife, Morgan, and raise their son together. Run his business. Just get to be Xander Goth for a while. 

Hadn't happened. Even as an outcast and apostate, he still needed to deal with the Court. Vampires were territorial. Without Samedi's permission to live and hunt in Willow Creek, he'd have been driven out of the city.

So, here he was, serving an elder of the Court that rejected him. Standing on a dark street chanting over an ugly doll and waiting for a sign. Was it supposed to talk or point or...

... or that, he thought as the doll started to glow and spark.

The trail of sparks led him to Patchy's Bar. 

A hangout for the hard-working folk of the Ridgeline and Bridgeview neighborhoods, the place was a step or two up from being a dive. Comfortable, in a blue collar way. It was a good place to get a beer, and maybe a find some companionship. The local ladies of the evening were always agreeable. Xander had been here a few times in the past, before he'd fallen out of favor. 

Thinking about it, he should have looked here sooner. He'd dismissed it. Honestly, he'd also been avoiding it. Patchy's was too close to Baron Criminel's territory for comfort.

He realized he'd missed the place. He wondered if Paula was still around.

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"Look, Malcolm, you've got to give me another chance," Dirk said. He was desperate, and not doing a good job of hiding it.

"I really don't," Malcolm said with a sly grin. "Honestly, Dirk, the only reason I even agreed to listen was because that hot little blonde piece was the best whore I've had in ages."

"I can get her," Dirk insisted.

"That's what you said before," Malcolm said patiently. "You disappointed me. You dropped out of touch. I had to make other arrangements at the last minute, so my friends weren't disappointed. Do you know how much that cost me?"

"I'll make it up to you," Dirk whined. "Come on Mal, you know I need this."

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Looking around, Xander spotted another reason he had for avoiding Patchy's. 

Malcolm was a parasite. A pimp and procurer, he lurked on the edges of Willow Creek's wealthy, trafficking desperate young women to jaded rich men. 

He was also a servant of the Court. Despite his pallor, slick black hair and expensive black clothes, Malcolm wasn't a vampire himself. He was a wannabe. A thrall, in the language of the Court. A mortal slave of the vampires. Xander knew Malcolm hoped that if he served well he might get the ultimate reward. Immortality.

Those young women he trafficked to the rich, he also trafficked to the vampires. 

Xander was ashamed that he was all too familiar with the man.

"Xander," Malcolm called out cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Malcolm," Xander nodded curtly, his eyes tracking the man Malcolm had been talking to. 

"A business associate," Malcolm said, following Xander's gaze. "He's going to find someone for me."

"Planning another party, are you?" Xander said, trying not to snarl. Some instinct was whispering to him that he should be following the departing man. First, he had to shake off Malcolm.

"Always." Malcolm smiled ingratiatingly. "You should join us. It's been so long. In fact, I'm trying to remember, what was the last party of mine you attended?"

"I don't recall," Xander lied.

"Lupe!" Malcolm grinned. "That pretty little Selvadoradan virgin. Well, she said she was a virgin. The innocent-looking ones always do. You know, if I remember right, I think Lupe might have been telling the truth."

Xander remembered. Malcolm had presented the beautiful, nervous young woman in white to a circle of rich, horny men. Rich horny men and two vampires - Xander himself and Nibo. Lady Nibo, since the vampire elder has chosen a female persona that night. He remembered she'd been dressed in her black and gold. 

Lupe had worn white. She'd been so beautiful. He'd wanted her from the moment he saw her. God forgive him.

"Yes, I'm almost sure Lupe was telling the truth," Malcolm said, his voice dropping to a whisper that he knew Xander's vampire hearing would be able to hear over the sounds of the bar. "I remember now, Counselor DuBois even paid extra to deflower her... but you didn't stay to watch."

He hadn't. He hadn't wanted to see the fat politician cheerfully stripping off his white suit. He remembered DuBois looming over Lupe's naked body. His hard cock in his hand as he prepared to take her (probably real) virginity. 

Xander's own lust had curdled at the sight. He'd felt nauseous. Guilty. He thought he should have said something, done something, to stop it. He hadn't. He hadn't dared to challenge Nibo, as the vampire used her powers to influence the girl, inspiring the innocent young woman to desperate lascivious passion.

The last thing he'd heard as he left was sweet, innocent Lupe begging DuBois to take her.

"Oh, you should have stayed, Xander," Malcolm continued. "You should have heard her gasp and moan with old DuBois on top of her. That look of wide-eyed innocent shock on her face when he fucked her. The way she begged him to cum inside her virgin pussy. It was glorious."

Xander could sense the memories in Malcolm's mind. He could hear the girl's voice, whimpering and begging. 

"Of course, when DuBois was finished, the other guys took their turns too. Innocent little Lupe, ass up, taking them one after another. Oh man, that girl moaned as she took their cocks. She begged them to fuck her like the cheap, worthless slut she was."

Malcolm's mind was open. Inviting Xander to hear the echo of Lupe's moans. To hear her grunting as one of those rich men pounded her pussy. Crying out as her body quivered with new, powerful feelings. Begging for them to continue, to take her, to use her body for their pleasure. 

The lewd wet slapping as her body moved, fucked, rutted like an animal against the man insider her.

"The only time she shut up was when she had a cock in her mouth," Malcolm chuckled quietly. "Even then she squealed, especially when one of the guys took her virgin ass. Innocent little Lupe, with all three of her fuck-holes stuffed with cock. After that, she couldn't get enough. She was mad for it. The innocent virgin turned into the perfect, cock-hungry three-hole whore."

He saw it, heard it, through Malcolm's mind. The girl's muffled cries, as hard cocks pounded into her.

"They must have used her all night long," Malcolm smiled. "Fucked her every way they could think of. When they were finished with her, she was such a sight. Just covered in cum. On her face, on her tits, dripping from her holes.

"Oh, if you could have seen her in that moment. Especially after Lady Nibo released her. Can you imagine the look on her face? Can you imagine what we did next?"

"You're a bastard," Xander snarled.

"Oh, Xander, tell me you're not sorry you weren't there," Malcolm smiled. 

"I'm having another little party soon," Malcolm said. "Not a virgin, but still so innocent. Almost as sweet as Lupe. You have to come."

"No," Xander growled, unsure if he was refusing Malcolm or himself.

"You don't have to be an outcast," Malcolm offered. "Swear fealty to Baron Criminel. He could accept you back. Serve him and you could enjoy all the pleasures of the Court."

"No," Xander repeated. A moment later, it hit him. "Wait... are you trying to recruit me or distract me?"

Maybe both, Xander realized.

Malcolm would definitely earn favor if he could bring Xander to Criminel. Whether Samedi's rival really wanted to recruit Xander or just destroy him was open to debate. It didn't really matter. Like he'd told Samedi, he had no desire to serve Criminel.

At the same time, Malcolm was worried. He'd hidden it well, distracting Xander with those memories, but he didn't want Xander following that other man. Which meant now Xander really wanted to follow him. 

Moving with the speed of a vampire, almost faster than the eye could see, Xander reached the street and started searching. 

Fortune favors fools. His sister had said that to him, and it seemed she was right. He found that man a few blocks from the bar. 

Why had Malcolm not wanted Xander to follow this man? What was he up to? 

Xander considered, briefly, returning to the bar, tracking Malcolm down and forcing the truth out of him. It wouldn't work. Malcolm had already proven he could throw off Xander's psychic powers. Force? The oily little creep would enjoy it. He'd probably cum in his pants even if Xander drained him dry.

No, better to follow this guy. See where he was going.

Jackpot.