Vamp Killer

THE VAMP KILLER by Erika Kaye

THE VAMP KILLER A Chippewa Publishing Publication, March 2006 Chippewa Publishing, LLC. 678 Dutchman Drive, Suite 3 Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin 54729 Available Formats: Adobe Acrobat Reader (PDF) Other available formats: Palm Doc (PDB), Rocket/REB1100 (RB), Pocket PC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB), hiebook (KML), iSilo (PDB), Mobipocket (PRC), OEBFF Format (IMP), Microsoft Reader (LIT), (HTML). The Vamp Killer Copyright © 2005 Erika Kaye Edited by Tami Parrington Cover Art by Djinn Proofed by Tami Xanthakis ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole, or in part, by any means, without the written consent of the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination, or are fictitiously used. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WARNING: The contents of this book are intended for mature audiences 18 years of age and older only. Language, violence, and sexual situations may apply. PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

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Charles sat at the bar, sipping his now warm beer, and grimacing. He would much prefer to be spending his Friday night somewhere other than this dive that only seemed to serve beer—‘keeps overhead down,’ the bartender told him—maybe somewhere where he could get a bourbon and cola on the rocks, while listening to a hip jazz band rather than a crappy jukebox filled with nothing but twangy country music. That would be nice right about now. Unfortunately, he had to work. At least he could write off the tasteless piss-water as a business expense. As much as Charles hated having to spend his Friday night at Bo’s Bar, he hated to think that there might be more killings after the six unfortunate deaths so far. He just wished the team had picked someone else instead—someone who would be more comfortable sitting in Bo’s Bar chugging down a brewsky. Juan or Andy would have been perfect for this sting operation, but everyone agreed that Juan was too attractive and Andy, newly married, had too much to lose if things did not go according to plan. Their boss was too old, and Charles’s partner, Maria, was…well, she was too female. No—it had to be average-looking Charles. Charles mentally went over the description one more time: 5’7”, curvy build, dark eyes, full lips, pert nose, and shoulder length black cherry-red hair. This was the description Bo’s Bar patrons gave of the woman who had left with several men, which were later found in their apartments, dead. Aside from all six victims being men who would not be most ladies’ first pick of the guys in the bar, they shared one other similarity—every victim exhibited signs of bleeding to death after a session of sexual intercourse. The only mark ever found on any of the dead men was two small puncture wounds to the jugular. This odd singularity had the newspapers calling the serial murderer: “The Vamp Killer.” Charles was not sure if he believed in vampires, but he did not want to take any chances. On his way to the bar, he had stopped in St. Sebastian’s, and making sure no one was watching, dipped the condom he would have to use on the vamp in 4

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holy water. Tucking the rubber safely back into his wallet, he knelt to say a quick prayer then hurriedly left, feeling a strong sense of good old Catholic guilt—but whether it was for the pre-marital sex he would be having tonight, or for using holy water to consecrate a prophylactic, he could not say. He had been sitting at the bar for over an hour now, still nursing his first bottle, when a vixen walked in that matched the description. Charles’s pulse quickened, but whether it was from her looks or the prospect that he might get killed, he did not know. It comforted him only slightly to know that Juan and Andy were in the greasy spoon across the street keeping an eye on him and ready to come in as backup if needed. Now that he had the person he assumed to be his target in sight, he just needed to figure out a way to get her to choose him over the half dozen other lonely men in the bar. He quickly sized up the competition. Two of the men were engaged in a heated game of darts, and another guy, was on the payphone in the corner yelling at someone. The man at the other end of the bar now had the only other woman in the place sitting next to him, and a fifth guy, was in the process of stumbling in a drunken stupor towards the men’s room. It looked like his only real opponent would the one sitting right beside him. This guy looked the same age as him—twenty-seven—and was just as plain looking, except he was a few inches taller than Charles’s 5’9”. His straight, stringy, longish black hair contrasted sharply with Charles’s slightly curly, neatly groomed auburn hair. However, Charles, being a detective, had better muscle tone than the other man did—that might be to his disadvantage. Charles looked towards the door. The suspect was still standing there, apparently checking out the same guys he had a moment before—but as victims, not rivals. He needed to do something about his competition and fast. Knowing it was a rather childish plan, but being the only one he could think of on the spur of the moment, Charles tapped the man next to him on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me, sir. Your shoe seems to be untied.” As the man bent down to check his laces, Charles moved the man’s mug of beer so that it was slightly hanging over the edge of the bar. When the guy sat back up, he bumped the glass causing it to spill all over his shirt. Grumbling while throwing Charles a nasty look, the guy headed to the men’s room, presumably to try to dry his shirt. Having overcome his first hurdle, Charles turned in the direction of the woman he figured must be the vamp. After he made eye contact, he gave her a shy halfsmile then quickly returned to his beer. His ploy must have worked because within seconds, the woman occupied the seat recently vacated by the stringy-haired guy. “Hello,” she cooed. “Um, hi.” Charles did not have to pretend to be nervous. Whether this lady was a serial killer or not, he had never been good around any girls. 5

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“You come here often?” “Uh, no. This…this is my first time.” “I thought I would have recognized you if you had been here before; I could never forget a gentlemen as sexy as you.” This had to be the vamp. Either that, or this woman had a seriously warped view of what sexy was. Trying to keep her talking, he repeated her question. “You come here often?” “A few times a month.” “Really? This does not seem to be a lady’s bar. I mean, it seems mostly guys hang out here, probably because they only serve beer—no frou-frou drinks.” “Is there something wrong with it being mostly beer-drinking guys?” “I guess it might be a good thing, if you are looking for a beer-drinking guy. Are you…looking for a beer-drinking guy?” “I might be.” No one could be that smooth, Charles thought. This has got to be the target. “Tell me why you are here. Are you looking for a beer-drinking guy?” Charles had a story prepared, but her question caused him to choke on his beer. Once he recovered, he recited, “I guess you could say I am here to drink away my sorrows. My best friend got married over the weekend to the girl that I chased all through high school and college and never caught, reminding me how painfully single I still am. To make matters worse, my work has been downsizing these past couple of months, and I got laid off today.” The lady’s eyes brightened. Charles smiled inwardly as she reacted just as he had hoped; down and out men were always easy to pick up. Taking the bait, she simpered, “Oh, you poor thing! How you could not find a girl is beyond me. Just look at you—you’re tall, handsome, and obviously raring to go.” Charles knew she was lying about the first two. As to the third thing…well, his pants were getting rather tight. “Do you live around here?” the woman asked. He had her! Now it was time for the hardest part—staying alive. “A few blocks north.” “Why don’t we go to your place and let that bad boy out to play,” she flirtatiously commanded, grasping the bulge under his fly. Literally grabbed by the balls, he had no choice but to follow her outside. A quick glance across the street told him that Juan and Andy had seen him leave and would be following closely behind in an unmarked car. Feeling as safe as he could—which was not very—he took the vamp to his apartment. Once inside his apartment, wasting no time, not even to turn on a light, the vamp roughly threw Charles on the couch and began undressing him. Charles tried 6

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removing her clothes, but his hands were shaking too much. What if she does not follow the MO and fucks me before killing me? What if she just does it right now? What if everything I read about vampires was untrue? Charles had cloves of garlic hanging in his kitchen next to the living room, but they seemed to have no effect on her. Charles’ racing mind slowed down enough to produce a rational thought—if she was unaffected by the cloves of garlic, then maybe she was human after all. If she was human, then he should be able to kill her easily with his service revolver. Reaching down in the couch, he felt to make sure his gun was still where he left it earlier. As none of the other victims had made it past their living room, he’d decided that the best place to store his firearm was under a couch cushion. While he discretely searched his couch, she blatantly searched his body. Having completely stripped him of his garments, she was now in the process of running her hand up and down his shaft while gently caressing the tip of it with her tongue. Even though he tried to remember he was doing this for business and not for pleasure, he could not help but give a slight moan. Hearing his admission of ecstasy, her other hand moved to gently massage his balls while her luscious, red lips swallowed his staff whole. She then surprised him further by sticking her tongue out of her cock-filled mouth to taste his nuts. By now, Charles had lost all sense of reason. Killer or no, he wanted this woman; he wanted to ride this chick until they both passed out, sweaty and exhausted. Gaining strength from his unleashed lust, he flipped her over and began to rip off her clothes aggressively. She moaned as his lips passed over her mouth, neck, r breasts, navel, and clit. As he was licking her pussy like he had never tasted one’s sweetness before, she flung a condom at him from her purse. He paused to look up. “I want you in me,” she whispered. Completely forgetting his plan in case she really did happen to be one of the undead, he put the sleeve on. Unable to conceal his lack of practice, Charles rammed his aching member into her thighs a few times before she came to his aid. “Whoa, slow down, Big Boy. Let me guide you in and show you what I like.” Firmly ensconced in her sheath, he began pumping away when the door fell in. Juan and Andy stood in the doorway, guns drawn. Juan began to snicker, but Andy blushed. “Sorry, man. We were worried when we didn’t hear from you. We’ll just be going now.” With that, Andy shoved Juan out of Charles’ apartment and shut the door. “What was that about?” Charles’ companion asked. “Just some buddies of mine playing a practical joke. Never mind them—where were we?” “You were about to fuck my brains out, but it doesn’t look like that will be happening now.” 7

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Charles looked down to see that he had gone limp. Resigned, he removed the condom and threw it in the trash. Sitting back down on the couch, he sighed, “I guess you’ll be leaving now.” “Let’s see if we can salvage anything.” She began to nibble lightly on his upper ear, and his cock began to stir. By the time she made her way to his neck, he had a full-blown hard-on. Pushing her away so he could mount her, he asked for another condom. “Too bad, that was my only one,” she admonished. “I guess this means you will not be getting any tonight. What a pity, too, because you have already made me so wet.” “Wait, I have one.” Charles found his pants where she had thrown them on the floor and dug out his wallet. After a few minutes of fumbling, he withdrew the condom he had been carrying with him all night in his billfold. I am probably going to go to hell for this, but a Holy condom is better than no condom, right? Suitably protected, he thrust his hardened cock into her pussy, feeling that she was not lying about it being moist. Reveling in the wonderful feel of a woman’s cunt wrapped around his dick, which he had not experienced since one wild night in college, he failed to notice that his lover began to grow hot. By the time Charles realized the heat was not passion for him, but a reaction to his holy water-dipped condom, her body was a mass of flames. Even though he saw the blaze was not spreading past her body, he feared for his life as the energy from the fire began to warm the room. In a moment that belied his tough-agent exterior and would have embarrassed him if Juan and Andy were still around, he promptly fainted on top of her burning corpse. The next morning, Charles awoke on the couch to find himself lying on a pile of ashes.

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About the Author Erika Kaye Erika Kaye has always thought it would be fun to be an author, but she never imagined she would be writing vampire erotica! She hopes you have as much fun reading her works as she had writing them.

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