Vampire Charming (13 page)

The
Fairy arched her hips back to rub against his pulsing erection.  “And what
horrific things will you do with this woman once you possess her?”  She asked
in a breathless voice.

Fang
lowered his lips to her ear.  “Do you want me to show you?”

“Oh
yes.”  She loved pain.  “Show me now and then, when I watch you do it to her,
I’ll know just how that bitch is suffering.”  His palm settled over her slim
throat, squeezing tight, even as he slammed into her from behind.  She cried
out at the fierce invasion and tried to buck him off.  “The human will fight
you.”  She panted, trying to escape to grasp, just to piss him off.  “It’s their
nature.”

Fang
quickly shoved her back into place, holding her still with his weight.  In his
mind, she was becoming the one he wanted.  Her struggles sent his desire into
overdrive.  He would pin Slade’s human beneath him, until the fight slowly
faded and she accepted that she couldn’t escape.  Until he did every nasty
thing he wanted to her small body.  Until the gray eyes he’d heard about looked
up at him, acknowledging him as her master.

The
Fairy whimpered in submission and he nearly came, imagining the sound came
from…

“Jane.”
 He usually forgot all names, but the human’s stuck in his mind.  Already, he
knew that it was special. 
She
was special.  Gods, he
wanted
her
to fight, so he can make her submit.  “Her name is Jane Squire.”

The
translucent stones of the cavern glowed brighter at the words.

The
woman’s brows drew together as if the sudden lightshow surprised her.  She
tried to pull back, watching the movement of color within the pale rocks. 
“Jane Squire’s destiny is tied to the Vampire.”  She whispered.  “I see it.”

Fang
couldn’t have been happier to hear that.  He pushed the Fairy back into
position, so he didn’t have to see her face and ruin the fantasy that he was
taking
Jane
from behind.  Slade’s sweet-smelling woman at his mercy…  Her
luscious hair fisted in his hand…  Her soft flesh vulnerable to his every
twisted desire… Her voice panting his name and promising obedience…

The
idea moved through his bloodstream like electricity.  Fang’s lust grew so
intense that he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully sate it until he took Jane in
every position possible and few that hadn’t been invented, yet.  He groaned,
picturing the human’s gleaming curls and desperate cries.  She would beg and
struggle and then finally relent to his demands.  Meekly following his orders. 
Doing whatever he commanded.  Bent to his will.

“Jane
Squire does not come from this world.”  The Dark Fairy’s gaze stayed on the
mystical rocks.  “Her land --Her
Chicago
-- is wondrous.”

Fang
barely heard the woman’s yammering.  “Jane.”  He ground out, pounding into the
Fairy harder.  Faster.  Just saying the exotic name nearly sent him over the
edge.  “Jane.”  His grip tightened, wanting to punish the imposter in front of
him.  He could have any woman in the kingdom, but they all stank compared to
the scent of Slade’s human. 
She
was the one he wanted.  “Jane, Jane,
Jane,
Jane
…”

He’d
never seen the point in drawing out sex to please his partner, so it only took
him a moment to finish.  The Dark Fairy turned to glare at him as he came deep
inside of her.  Fang didn’t care about her pleasure.  She could find release with
her Cave Elves later.  They were all watching the heartless sex, desperate to
join in the depravity.  Fang had more important matters to deal with.  He
shoved the woman away, already forgetting about the interlude.

She
glowered at him in irritation.  “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn what the
human calls herself.  I just want her found.”  She gestured to the shifting
patterns in wall.  “Slade cannot succeed without her.”

“I
know.”  Fang didn’t need any mystical quartz to tell him that.  He could
feel
it.  From the second he’d smelled her, his instincts had told him that Jane
Squire was the key.  “Once she’s in my possession, Slade is finished.”

“In
your possession?”  The woman echoed.  “Why take the chance on letting her live
any longer than you have to?  If we just kill her, Slade’s quest is sure to
fail.  It’s the smart play”

Fang
had no intention of killing the human until he’d tied her to his bed and fucked
Slade’s scent right off her body.  He was already getting hard again, imagining
it.  “How many wars have
you
won?”  He adjusted his pants.  “I know what
I’m doing and I know the Vampire.  He can’t just
lose
the woman.  We
have to
take
her from him.  That will destroy him.”

The
Dark Fairy rolled her eyes.  “Fine.  Then it’s time you stopped screwing around
and sent the big guns into the forest.”  She leaned closer to him.  “Call in
the Mages.”

Fang
considered at the idea.  “There is only one member of the Order left.”

“You
only need one, if it’s the right one.  They helped you eradicate Infinia’s
Vampire population once before and they will do it again.  Send the last Mage
into the Endless Woods.  Make it
impossible
for Slade and Jane Squire to
hide from your justice.”

Fang
slowly smiled.  “Jane Squire will not hide for long.”  He agreed softly.  “Her
fate might be tied to Slade… but it will
end
with me.”

INT. 
MEGA-MYSTICAL DISCOUNT MAGICK SHOP- DAY

ROLAND
bursts into store, his handsome face set into determined lines.  He senses that
something has derailed his epic quest.  FANG is too busy obsessing over SLADE
to even care about ROLAND vowing to kill him.  No one is rallying to aid
ROLAND’S cause.  Even the other band members are pissing him off.  JAMES THE
ORC wants to rename the group “The Vampyre’s Bytches“ for Christ’s sake!  How
are they supposed to get chicks with a name like
that?

ROLAND
isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do next, but he’s gotta think of something. 
Visiting the WIZENED ENCHANTRESS’ shop might help him find answers.  The old
woman sells questionable Magicks at reasonable prices.

WIZENED
ENCHANTRESS

(Looking
up at Roland enters)

Store
hours are three to midnight, boy.  You know Infinia conducts business at night.

ROLAND

I don’t
have time to wait.  Some Vampire named Slade is stealing my life.  Do you have
any anti-Vampires spells around here?  Maybe some potions that the Mages used
to hunt them?  Something that could –like-- send a guy into a mystical coma for
a couple centuries?

WIZENED
ENCHANTRESS

(Shrewdly)

Blood of
another Vampire will incapacitate him.  And fortunately for you, I’m having a
sale on the stuff.  Inject the Vampire with a vial and it’ll buy you time to
stab him in the heart with a blue diamond blade.

Blue
diamond blades kill Vampires better than anything.

You got
one of them?

ROLAND

(Uncomfortably
tugging on his ear as he takes the vial of blood)

Yeah, I
traded an amp for it last year, ‘cause I thought it would be a cool album
cover.

It’s
hanging on the wall of my shop.

WIZENED ENCHANTRESS

Then
you’re all set, aren’t ya?

That’ll be
fifty-two gold pieces for the Vampire blood and the free advice.

And I
don’t take checks.

Redrafted Film Script- “From Here to
Infinia”

Seven
days of living in Sherwood Forest with Slade had taught Jane several valuable
lessons.

One: 
The good citizens of Infinia definitely needed a new king.  She’d known that
Fang was evil, but the guy was straight out of a Freddy Kruger film.  One after
another, people told of being oppressed and tortured by the Werewolf.  Families
torn apart.  Towns burned.  Innocent miscellaneous beings slaughtered.  It was
no wonder the rebels were looking at Slade like he was some kind of savior. 
Any king would be better than Fang.

Although
--lesson two-- Slade had probably been an okay ruler of that stupid Vampire
Isle.  Jane saw the way the rebels reacted to him.  As soon as he’d finished
that speech, they were treating him as their leader.  Granted he
told
them he was there leader… but they
believed
it.  Why wouldn’t they? 
Slade
certainly believed it.  He was already setting their rickety village aright;
organizing training for the “soldiers” and schools for the kids.  Every idea he
had, the people jumped to make a reality.

Slade
considered it all his due.  He was so sure of his path.  So damn idealistic and
passionate about everything.  He could sway people with just the irrepressible
force of his personality.

…And
his amazing good looks.  In fact, the guy’s off-the-charts handsomeness was becoming
kind of a distraction.  More and more, Jane found herself forgetting that Slade
was an irritating maniac and just noticing that he was so damn
shiny
it
burned her eyes.

And
that he was kind of sweet.

And
not quite so dumb as he seemed.

And
that he
occasionally
made her laugh.

Jane
blew out an aggravated breath.  She didn’t need any big, Vampire-shaped
complications in her life.  It was a lot easier to just focus on valuable lesson
number three:  Life without indoor plumbing sucked.

Jane
stood under the freezing deluge of the waterfall and missed her lousy
apartment’s lousy shower.  Even three minutes of hot water was better than none
and there was
none
here in Infinia.  It was no wonder half the
population chose smelliness.  Jane refused to give up bathing, so the frigid waterfall
was her only choice.

The
damn thing was at least a hundred feet high, so she couldn’t stand directly
underneath of it, but there were small off-shoots that worked well enough.  The
force of the cold water beat against her skin.  Miserable as the temperature
was, the surroundings were surprisingly picturesque.  The Endless Woods was so
green and nature-y.  Everywhere she looked, it was like a National Park.  Trees
and rocks and clear, clean streams.  It wasn’t the
worst
place in the world
to be lost.

Except
Jane wasn’t
in
the world.  At least not
her
world.  She was
stranded in some crazy fantasyland, without water heaters.

She
got through with her icy shower as quickly as possible, wrapping a blanket
around her shivering body.  She also refused to wear the Renaissance Faire
clothing that seemed to be all the rage in Infinia this season, so she was
stuck washing her khakis and Iversons’ polo shirt again and again.  They were
still drying, which meant she was dressed in a toga for the next hour or so. 
Not that it mattered.  Every single woman in this dimension was prettier,
thinner, and way more ogle-worthy than Jane, so no one was going to try and
sneak any peeks at her naked body.

Thinking
naked thoughts just made her think of Slade, which pissed her off.

Damn
it, she was
not
falling for that Vampire.

And
why was the sun already going down?  Jane glowered at the sky, as she headed up
the path that led to the top of the waterfall and back to camp.  Night was
falling, again.  The last of the warming rays faded behind the clouds.  It was
only light for about two hours a day in Infinia and that was her one Slade-free
time.  He had to stay inside when the sun was up.  Otherwise, he was right
beside her and she was getting way too used to his company.

They
had
to get out of the Endless Woods, before she forgot she detested the
guy.

They
couldn’t defeat Fang and end this madness until they escaped from the forest.  Jane
had read that idiotic screenplay cover to cover at least a dozen times, though,
and it didn’t give any helpful maps pointing to an exit.  The script really
didn’t mention much of
anything
important.  Just a lot of questing and
“my lording” and some bullshit about a Silver Sword.

Worse,
it seemed to be… changing.

Every
time she flipped through the pages, the words were a little different.  Events
shifted.  New dialogue popped up.  Old dialogue vanished.  Roland starred in
fewer and fewer scenes.  It was like
From Here to Infinia
was being
rewritten right before her eyes.  She had to assume it was because of Slade. 
Infinia’s derivate characters just couldn’t compete with the Once and Future
Vampire King.  He’d begun appearing in the text, taking over the story just by being
himself.

It
was
Slade’s
movie, now.

Jane
wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.   No one liked to be upstaged
and Roland was kind of a whiner.  He didn’t appreciate Slade stealing the
spotlight.  Not to mention Fang.  Except for some creepy sex montages with a Dark
Fairy, most of his scenes were suddenly happening off-screen.  She had no idea
what he was up to.  That worried her.