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Take note of the above rating, readers. NC-17 for sexual themes, strong language and violence.

PART TWO

Steven had found in Lydia the way to vent all his angst. For what seemed like hours, she patiently listened to him lamenting Haley, the loss of his job – even the pain of being bullied in his child hood. All the while Lydia had looked at him longingly, touching his cheek at the right moments and complimenting him when he put himself down. Steven was well aware she was hitting on him, and he enjoyed it very much. Despite being somewhat drunk, for he was enjoying the champagne, which flowed as freely as the conversation, he couldn’t help being sexually attracted to the gorgeous woman sat with him on the soft, comfortable chaise-longe. He admired her smooth, silky skin, her striking eyes, and her slim figure. He considered himself lucky to be able to think this way so soon after Haley.
‘I hope you don’t mind me saying so, Lydia,’ he said cautiously, ‘but you are quite beautiful.’
‘So kind, my dear. You speak your mind. I like that in a man.’

Emily was sure she was boring Vincent, yet he seemed to hang on her every word. She had even gone on to describing her job, which she found so very dull. The workday of a chartered accountant is rarely fun packed, after all. She was sure he was just feigning interest. She, too, was fairly drunk, though she noticed that he had hardly had anything to drink at all. But what the hell, the booze was free, so why not take advantage? Drunk, and horny, she finished talking about boring work, and looked flirtatiously at Vincent.
‘Enough about my life story, anyway. Tell me about you.’
‘My story,’ he said modestly, ‘is of no real significance.’
‘Oh, come on… don’t be so modest. You’re so mysterious… it’s cute.’
Vincent chuckled softly at being called cute. He looked deeply into her eyes, captivating her in his gaze. Emily felt a surge of energy in her body, sexual desire boiling inside. She felt as if his eyes were making her feel that way. Impulsively, she kissed him hungrily.

Steven went for broke: ‘I couldn’t help noticing how you kept looking at me, by the way,’ he said to Lydia. ‘I was very flattered.’
‘you are a very striking man – very handsome,’ she said sexily, ‘and a very capable lover, I’ll bet.’
‘Really? You want to find out?’ he half-joked.
‘Yes.’ She said longingly.
Steven had been taking a sip of champagne, and he nearly choked in surprise.
‘Steven… I want you… tonight.’ She leaned in and kissed his face gently, caressing his cheek with her soft, yet cold lips.
Where the hell did this come from? Steven thought to himself. Oh, fuck, he thought, this is a bloody knocking shop. He wondered if this meant she wanted to fuck him for money. He tried to broach the subject discreetly.
‘Um… okay. How much.’
Lydia pulled back and looked at him quizzically. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘How much is it? You know – money?’
‘Oh!’ she giggled. ‘Oh, you misunderstand, darling. I know how this whole set up must look to you,’ she said, indicating the rest of the people in the room, ‘but it’s really not like that. I want you because, I am attracted to you. I know you want me. I saw it in your eyes when first you saw me.’
Damn, she’s good, thought Steven.

They had been kissing passionately and grasping at each other all the way from the lounge, through the door, and up the narrow staircase to the bedroom. She hadn’t noticed the discreet door that lead up to a second floor, which had four rooms; a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. This was clearly the flat where Vincent stayed.
She had control, and kicked the door to the bedroom shut behind them with her heel, and pushed Vincent stayed. In something bordering on a sexual frenzy, she tore at his clothes, revealing his firm, muscular torso, which she kissed all over. His hands were similarly grasping for her dress, which, once unfastened, slipped straight off, revealing her gorgeous, curvy body, her breasts ample and firm, her skin soft against his skin. Emily shrank back a little on contact. ‘You’re cold!’ she gasped.
‘Poor circulation, I guess.’
Emily put a finger on his lips.
‘Don’t speak. Just make love to me.’

She led him up the same staircase that Emily had disappeared up. Holding his hand, she took him into the bedroom, and quietly closed the door. She kissed him on the lips softly.
‘Lay down on the bed,’ she said softly.
Steven lay on the bed, which was soft, the sheets silky smooth. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking demurely at him. With a graceful movement she reached around her back with one hand and unzipped her long, black dress. It fell to the ground to reveal the milky white, naked figure of a goddess.
Steven felt the stiffness in his pants already. Lydia caught sight of the bulge, and her eyes flickered with aroused amusement. Steven blushed.
‘You like what you see, I take it?’ she said. She climbed on top of him, and kissed him again. Her hands independently removed his clothes, and he was soon naked, underneath her body. She grabbed his hand and moved it onto her breast. ‘Touch me,’ she whispered, and she took hold of his other hand and directed it to her crotch. Steven obliged, and caressed her, taking in the sounds of her excited, breathy moans, feeling the wetness as he slowly put his fingers inside her. She arched her back in pleasure and gave a low moan. Then she sank on top of him, he slipped inside her, and she gasped again as she felt it. She rocked back and forth on top of him, and he felt the pleasure rise inside. She kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue searching for his, and then kissed his chest. He put his hands on her shoulder blades and gripped her skin tightly with each new sensation of pleasure, and caressed her hair. She teased his neck with her tongue, kissed it with her lips. She nipped playfully at the flesh. Steven dug his nails in a little, to show that he didn’t mind.
This is kinky, he thought to himself. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and she’s on top of me. Making love to me. Fucking me. Oh, God this is absolute bliss, I can’t believe what a night this has turned out to –
‘What the fuck are you doing!’ he yelped as the felt the pinprick pierce his neck. He was bleeding, and there was a fleck of blood on Lydia’s lips.
‘So sorry, honey. I got a little rough, didn’t I?’ Lydia said, pouting.
‘It’s okay,’ he giggled, ‘just be gentle with me.’
She kissed him full on the lips and began to rock again. She trailed down to his neck again, and again he felt the sting of sharp teeth burying into his skin, and the blood flowed. She fucked him harder, and kept a hold on his neck with her teeth.
‘Stop – Stop it! What are you doing?’ he grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her as hard as he could to lift her off him. He shrieked when he saw her face. Her lips were smeared with blood, and it dripped from her chin. He saw two long pointed teeth in her bloodied mouth, and her eyes were almost glowing, blood-red.
‘Oh, my God,’ he whimpered, trembling.
‘Oh, don’t be such a baby!’ Lydia hissed, suddenly she was aggressive, nasty. ‘Just lay back, enjoy it. It’ll all be over soon.’
‘You’re a…. you’re going to kill me!’
‘Well, the boy catches on fast.’ Lydia quipped viciously.
Steven shoved her, sending her off the bed, to the floor. He got up and backed toward the door.
‘You fucking ingrate!’ Lydia sneered. ‘This is how you treat me, after being so nice to you?’
‘Fuck you, vampire bitch,’ Steven cried, with a fresh spurt of bravado.
Lydia stood up, blood dripping from her chin onto her breasts. She stepped slowly toward him. She looked sad, regretful.
‘I didn’t want it to be like this,’ she sighed, still inching closer, ‘I was going to make it as painless as possible. I was going to let you die with a smile on your face. You should have been enjoying your last moments alive…’ her expression became harsh. ‘Now I’ll have to kill you painfully.’ She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to her mouth. Steven punched her hard in the face before she could get a bite, and burst naked out of the door. He stumbled down the stairs, and burst in to the lounge. He saw Emily, sitting serenely in a chair drinking champagne. She was with Vincent.
‘Steven! What are you doing!’ Emily gasped.
‘Steven, friend, where are your clothes? You’re bleeding, too,’ said Vincent, grinning.
‘Fuck you,’ Steven spat, and grabbed Emily by the arm.
‘Come on,’ he urged, ‘we have to go. Now.’
‘Leaving, so soon?’ Vincent said quizzically. ‘I’m afraid I can’t allow that.’
Steven ignored him, and pulled Emily’s arm, to get her out of the chair.
‘What’s wrong with you? We have to go!’
Emily calmly looked at him. ‘Why did you have to fight it?’ she said, angrily.
‘What?’ Steven froze, as he saw her eyes were as read as Lydia’s.
‘Vincent is right – we can’t let you leave now.’
‘FUCK!’ Steven turned to run, and ran straight into a blockade of other vampires. The same people he had noticed in the room before. They circled him. Emerging from the circle came the naked Lydia, who approached him calmly.
‘you hurt me back there,’ she whispered. One of the members of the circle grabbed him roughly from behind and forced his head to one side. Lydia bit into his neck, and began to drain him. He struggled but the vampire holding him was too strong. He closed his eyes and prayed it would be over quickly. His veins burned as the blood rushed out of them.
A loud bang, and the splintering of wood made him open his eyes. Lydia took her teeth out of his neck and spun around, in the direction of the noise. So had all the other vampires. Lydia hissed and shrank back.

‘You!’

Lydia hissed at the tall, frightening figure by the door, which he had blasted open. He could have drifted silently through the wall, but he loved to make an entrance. He stood with his arms casually behind his back.

‘Yes…’

The figure, almost indistinguishable under the shadow cast by the large-rimmed hat, and his black hair decadently fallen over his face, spoke in a deep voice.

‘…Me!’

A malicious grin was seen on his face, which displayed his sharp fangs. Steven saw them, and figured this was obviously not the rescue party he had hoped it was.

The unwelcome vampire brought his hands to his front, revealing two dangerously oversized pistols. He fired them simultaneously. Steven watched in horror as Lydia’s entire head burst in a display of blood, flesh, and bone, and her body crumbled to the ground.

Vincent gritted his teeth at the sight, and ordered to the entourage, ‘Kill him!’

The vampires lunged forth as Emily held on to Vincent. There was fear in her eyes as she saw each vampire blown to smithereens in the hail of gunfire as they took on the gun-wielding assassin, who barely flinched or moved as he deflected each one with his bullets. When the last vampire hit the floor, he spoke coolly to Vincent.

‘You bore me with your pathetic minions, you filthy creature.’

‘Fuck you, slave to the humans!’ Vincent retorted.

‘I am no more a slave to humans than you are a slave to your bloodlust. Cease this pitiful talk and fight me.’

Vincent grabbed the frozen, shocked Steven, and held him in front.

‘You’ll let me go, Alucard, or I’ll kill he human where he stands.’

This was the third time Steven had been faced with death in perhaps about as many minutes. He was sobbing in fear. ‘Just let him go, please, don’t let him kill me…’ he urged.

‘You think you can appeal to me with a human?’ Alucard said. His red eyes grew wide with relish. ‘Kill him. It makes no difference to me. It won’t stop me from killing you, either way.’

‘No! Please, don’t kill me!’ Steven pleaded.

Vincent stared at Alucard. Emily slowly backed away, also fixated on Alucard. She wanted out, she wanted to live. Or whatever the word is for the continual existence of an undead vampire.

There was a glint in Alucard’s eyes.
Vincent caught sight of it.
He knew what he was going to do.
And he knew what to do.

With one swift movement, he snapped Steven’s neck, as simultaneously, a silver stake from Alucard cut through the air and pierced Emily’s heart. The bodies hit the floor at the same time.

‘Now it’s just the two of us.’, Alucard sneered. No humans or minions for you to hide behind. Now, fight me!’

Immediately Vincent whipped a pistol out from his jacket, and fired wildly at Alucard, ducking for cover as Alucard also let loose a hail of bullets. The rounds passed harmlessly through Alucard, who turned to mist, except for his arms, aiming and firing the guns.

Vincent dived behind a chair, which exploded in a flurry of splintering wood, and cushion stuffing, as the bullets ripped through it. When the gunfire stopped, Vincent stood up, and vanished into black smoke. He re-materialised at the mantelpiece, and grabbed a sword which hung above it. Alucard unsheathed his own sword and parried the blade as Vincent launched his attack. Effortlessly, Alucard deflected each swipe of his assailant’s sword. He brought his blade down from above, an attack which Vincent side-stepped and returned with a forward jab which impaled Alucard through the torso.
With a free hand Alucard gripped Vincent’s sword tightly.
‘Not silver, is it?’ Alucard said mockingly. ‘Stupid fool. You insult me with your inferior combat skills, and cheap trinkets for weapons.’

‘Then strike, Alucard. Strike. I swear, there will be more of us to come for you and that whore you serve, and you will soon see the day she is drained of her blood before your very eyes… before you die.’

The insult to Integra jabbed him painfully in his unbeating heart. It angered him that he could say that about his master. The sword spoke for the final time, and Alucard had ensured Vincent could never insult Integra, or anyone, again. Vincent’s head fell to the floor. The hand fell away from the sword in Alucard’s torso. The body hit the floor with a thud.

Alucard smiled to himself. A satisfied, smirking smile, as he surveyed the bodies that lay scattered and maimed around the lounge. He pulled the sword out of his body, and cast it aside. A small trickle of blood slipped off his own sword as he lowered it.

Alucard turned to the door, and walked calmly out, in to the club, and out in to the night.

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