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frostyjr2
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The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 19 - Faceoff
Porte de Vanves, Paris 1996
Still wearing the same pair of damp knickers she had wet on the train, Victoria collapsed onto the dirty mattress on the floor of her room.
She was totally drained …
not just from her seemingly unquenchably thirsty companions, but also from her holding effort, her inevitable humiliating release,
and all of the other intense emotions and sensations she had experienced during their trip back to Paris ...
but a spark of hope now burned brightly in her heart.
Her brother and sister had finally found her!
For a while, she feared that they had given up the search for her, abandoning all expectation of ever seeing their faces again.
She had tried to get used to the notion that Judith and Kris were her only family now but despite her submissive, masochistic, thrill-seeking nature, the duo’s initial attraction had paled somewhat as the reality of her situation became more clear over time; as cruel and sadistic as they were, the thought of spending eternity like this was almost too grim for her to contemplate.
She had thought about ending herself many times over after being turned, but two things had always stopped her:
first, her sisters kept a very close watch on her, and secondly …
she was already undead.
Can a vampire actually commit suicide, she wondered?
She had attempted it, once, fairly early on.
She had stolen into the kitchen of a restaurant on the pretext of needing to use the loo and quickly ingested a huge amount of garlic powder.
The only result of that besides the permanent loss of her bathroom privileges when in public had been a severely upset stomach for a couple of days, and every time she burped she emitted a miasmic cloud of garlic breath as Kris laughed evilly, mocking her misery.
She preferred not to think about that.
So she thought about sweet little Erica instead, and what Erica had made her feel at the Petit Bal.
Pleasure, yes, certainly … but even wicked Kris could make her feel that.
No, it was something more; she had felt truly and completely loved for the first time in a long while, and that feeling continued even now.
This bond they now shared was like a conduit into Erica’s heart, like a warm ray of sunshine casting a glow over her whole body and brightening the darkness that had surrounded her ever since she had been taken and turned.
She could feel that sensation of warmth and light even now, and for some strange reason the feeling seemed to be growing stronger.
“We’re here, Vicky!”
The thought just popped into her head.
“We’re here, and we’re not leaving without you.”
It was Erica’s voice echoing in her mind again.
Then suddenly, there she was in the room, kneeling down next to her, and that wonderful sensation of glowing warmth was so strong now.
As she pressed a finger to Vicky’s lips, Erica whispered, “Don’t make a sound. We’re getting you out of here tonight!”
Vicky sat up, smiling for the first time in a very long time.
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Kris and Judith were sitting together on the living room couch watching a vampire movie on TV and laughing at the ever-so-ridiculous nature of it when suddenly there was a commotion at the front gate.
Kris jumped up to check the video monitor showing the courtyard, and saw a dark clothed figure dropping down from the top of the wall, followed immediately by a second, larger one.
Who would dare to invade their lair so boldly, she briefly wondered?
Well, whoever they were, they were going to live just long enough to regret their rash decision, that much was certain as far as she was concerned.
She teleported out to the courtyard and stood blocking the gate behind the foolhardy duo.
There would be no easy retreat for them now, Kris knew.
What she didn’t know was who she was dealing with; these two were no ordinary vandals, or even home invaders.
These were the Pushkin twins, they were angry, and they were on a mission.
When Peter heard that unforgettable rustling sound behind him, he knew that their plan was working to perfection.
“Divide and conquer,” Hannah had said.
Now at least one of the evil duo was there in the courtyard to challenge his twin sister Petra and himself.
He smiled grimly as he spun around and rapidly brought his MP7 to bear, pulling the trigger and unleashing a rapid burst of gunfire straight into the belly of the vampire who stood there momentarily looking shocked at the speed and violence of his response before her body was knocked back by the full force of the bullets slamming into her.
Normally the element of surprise was hers as her victims were transfixed with terror once they realized exactly what kind of creature she was.
This time, she had been shot on sight.
‘Effing hunters! Oh, crap …’ she thought.
‘This might not be as easy as I expected it to be.’
Just as she thought that, Petra unleashed another hellish hailstorm of bullets from her MP5 on the other side, hitting the little vampire's legs and shattering both of her kneecaps.
In burning agony from her crippling wounds, Kris fell hard to the courtyard cobblestones and lay there bleeding for a couple of moments before teleporting out of sight.
“One down, one to go!” Petra said, gleefully.
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When Judith heard the sound of gunfire in the courtyard, she knew things were getting just a little out of hand for Kris.
She would have headed outside to help but right at that instant a tall, leather-clad figure had appeared directly in front of her in the living room, accompanied by the soft rustling sound of a teleporting vampire.
Judith recognized her immediately; it was the same striking woman who had won the auction at the Petit Bal, although she had quite a different aspect to her appearance now.
Where before she had looked fashionable and decadent, now the olive-skinned woman was all business, and that business looked as if it was going to be lethal indeed.
In her gloved hands she held a long, sharp sword, and in her eyes she had a look that said she wouldn’t hesitate to use it.
As she approached, Judith exclaimed, “You! What do you want here?”
“I am here to claim our sister Victoria,” Hannah said, softly.
“She was yours for a night,” Judith snarled, baring her fangs. “… but she is mine for all eternity.”
Just then, Kris teleported into the living room, laying in a fetal position on the floor and sobbing loudly from the pain of her bullet-riddled stomach and bloody, shattered knees.
Adding insult to injury, she then lost control and started wetting herself, soaking her tight blue jeans as she lay there, helpless.
”I think not,” Hannah replied.
She grabbed the other vampire by the frills of her white linen blouse and raised her sword to Judith’s throat.
“The two of you have mistreated and tortured that poor girl quite enough.” Hannah said.
“As an enforcer, I would be justified in destroying you right now for the things you have done to her, but I propose a simple deal instead: you let us take Victoria, and we let the both of you continue to exist.
Judith glanced down at Kris, quickly realising that the small girl would be of no assistance in any ensuing combat; even taking into account her regenerative ability, it would be a while before the little redhead could walk again, much less fight.
With that soft rustling sound, Erica appeared suddenly in the living room, teleporting from the squalid upstairs bedroom.
“Are we done here?” she asked.
“Your decision, quickly now!” Hannah said harshly, her razor-sharp blade pressing slightly into Judith’s throat and causing a little trickle of blood to run down and stain her white blouse.
It wasn't too difficult for Judith to choose at this point, of course.
With Kris unable to help, these two vamps at full strength confronting her, plus the obviously capable and heavily armed duo outside, there was no sense in trying to battle at the moment. The odds were far too unfavourable.
“Take the little bitch,” Judith spat. “I’m tired of her anyway.”
“Good call,” Hannah said.
Lowering her katana, she turned to Erica.
“Go get Vicky; we’re leaving. As for you, you should tend to your girlfriend now,” she said to Judith, releasing her grip on the evil vampire’s blouse and gesturing over towards where Kris lay on the floor writhing in pain in a pool of her own urine, bleeding profusely and swearing like a sailor.
Judith went over to Kris; she took the small vampire tenderly in her arms and then the two of them disappeared.
Erica headed back upstairs to collect Vicky while Hannah walked out to the courtyard where the twins were waiting anxiously.
“How did it go in there?” Peter asked.
“I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse,” Hannah said, laughing softly as she sheathed her katana.
“By the way, nice job out here, you two.”
The twins smiled as both of them said, “Thanks!” almost in unison.
Erica and Victoria were already waiting outside the front gate as Hannah and the twins came out, having teleported there straight from the locked upstairs bedroom.
“VICKY!” Peter shouted, showing an exuberance he rarely displayed.
As he rushed to his little sister’s side, sweeping her up into a tight hug in his arms, Petra glanced over at Erica, who was trembling and looking unusually pale, even for her.
“You OK, kiddo?” she asked softly.
“Too much teleporting in a short time is tough on my nervous system,” Erica replied, still shaking visibly.
“I’ll be fine in a bit ... and it was worth it. We got our sister back.”
<to be continued>
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Ch. 19 - Faceoff
Porte de Vanves, Paris 1996
Still wearing the same pair of damp knickers she had wet on the train, Victoria collapsed onto the dirty mattress on the floor of her room.
She was totally drained …
not just from her seemingly unquenchably thirsty companions, but also from her holding effort, her inevitable humiliating release,
and all of the other intense emotions and sensations she had experienced during their trip back to Paris ...
but a spark of hope now burned brightly in her heart.
Her brother and sister had finally found her!
For a while, she feared that they had given up the search for her, abandoning all expectation of ever seeing their faces again.
She had tried to get used to the notion that Judith and Kris were her only family now but despite her submissive, masochistic, thrill-seeking nature, the duo’s initial attraction had paled somewhat as the reality of her situation became more clear over time; as cruel and sadistic as they were, the thought of spending eternity like this was almost too grim for her to contemplate.
She had thought about ending herself many times over after being turned, but two things had always stopped her:
first, her sisters kept a very close watch on her, and secondly …
she was already undead.
Can a vampire actually commit suicide, she wondered?
She had attempted it, once, fairly early on.
She had stolen into the kitchen of a restaurant on the pretext of needing to use the loo and quickly ingested a huge amount of garlic powder.
The only result of that besides the permanent loss of her bathroom privileges when in public had been a severely upset stomach for a couple of days, and every time she burped she emitted a miasmic cloud of garlic breath as Kris laughed evilly, mocking her misery.
She preferred not to think about that.
So she thought about sweet little Erica instead, and what Erica had made her feel at the Petit Bal.
Pleasure, yes, certainly … but even wicked Kris could make her feel that.
No, it was something more; she had felt truly and completely loved for the first time in a long while, and that feeling continued even now.
This bond they now shared was like a conduit into Erica’s heart, like a warm ray of sunshine casting a glow over her whole body and brightening the darkness that had surrounded her ever since she had been taken and turned.
She could feel that sensation of warmth and light even now, and for some strange reason the feeling seemed to be growing stronger.
“We’re here, Vicky!”
The thought just popped into her head.
“We’re here, and we’re not leaving without you.”
It was Erica’s voice echoing in her mind again.
Then suddenly, there she was in the room, kneeling down next to her, and that wonderful sensation of glowing warmth was so strong now.
As she pressed a finger to Vicky’s lips, Erica whispered, “Don’t make a sound. We’re getting you out of here tonight!”
Vicky sat up, smiling for the first time in a very long time.
---------------
Kris and Judith were sitting together on the living room couch watching a vampire movie on TV and laughing at the ever-so-ridiculous nature of it when suddenly there was a commotion at the front gate.
Kris jumped up to check the video monitor showing the courtyard, and saw a dark clothed figure dropping down from the top of the wall, followed immediately by a second, larger one.
Who would dare to invade their lair so boldly, she briefly wondered?
Well, whoever they were, they were going to live just long enough to regret their rash decision, that much was certain as far as she was concerned.
She teleported out to the courtyard and stood blocking the gate behind the foolhardy duo.
There would be no easy retreat for them now, Kris knew.
What she didn’t know was who she was dealing with; these two were no ordinary vandals, or even home invaders.
These were the Pushkin twins, they were angry, and they were on a mission.
When Peter heard that unforgettable rustling sound behind him, he knew that their plan was working to perfection.
“Divide and conquer,” Hannah had said.
Now at least one of the evil duo was there in the courtyard to challenge his twin sister Petra and himself.
He smiled grimly as he spun around and rapidly brought his MP7 to bear, pulling the trigger and unleashing a rapid burst of gunfire straight into the belly of the vampire who stood there momentarily looking shocked at the speed and violence of his response before her body was knocked back by the full force of the bullets slamming into her.
Normally the element of surprise was hers as her victims were transfixed with terror once they realized exactly what kind of creature she was.
This time, she had been shot on sight.
‘Effing hunters! Oh, crap …’ she thought.
‘This might not be as easy as I expected it to be.’
Just as she thought that, Petra unleashed another hellish hailstorm of bullets from her MP5 on the other side, hitting the little vampire's legs and shattering both of her kneecaps.
In burning agony from her crippling wounds, Kris fell hard to the courtyard cobblestones and lay there bleeding for a couple of moments before teleporting out of sight.
“One down, one to go!” Petra said, gleefully.
------------
When Judith heard the sound of gunfire in the courtyard, she knew things were getting just a little out of hand for Kris.
She would have headed outside to help but right at that instant a tall, leather-clad figure had appeared directly in front of her in the living room, accompanied by the soft rustling sound of a teleporting vampire.
Judith recognized her immediately; it was the same striking woman who had won the auction at the Petit Bal, although she had quite a different aspect to her appearance now.
Where before she had looked fashionable and decadent, now the olive-skinned woman was all business, and that business looked as if it was going to be lethal indeed.
In her gloved hands she held a long, sharp sword, and in her eyes she had a look that said she wouldn’t hesitate to use it.
As she approached, Judith exclaimed, “You! What do you want here?”
“I am here to claim our sister Victoria,” Hannah said, softly.
“She was yours for a night,” Judith snarled, baring her fangs. “… but she is mine for all eternity.”
Just then, Kris teleported into the living room, laying in a fetal position on the floor and sobbing loudly from the pain of her bullet-riddled stomach and bloody, shattered knees.
Adding insult to injury, she then lost control and started wetting herself, soaking her tight blue jeans as she lay there, helpless.
”I think not,” Hannah replied.
She grabbed the other vampire by the frills of her white linen blouse and raised her sword to Judith’s throat.
“The two of you have mistreated and tortured that poor girl quite enough.” Hannah said.
“As an enforcer, I would be justified in destroying you right now for the things you have done to her, but I propose a simple deal instead: you let us take Victoria, and we let the both of you continue to exist.
Judith glanced down at Kris, quickly realising that the small girl would be of no assistance in any ensuing combat; even taking into account her regenerative ability, it would be a while before the little redhead could walk again, much less fight.
With that soft rustling sound, Erica appeared suddenly in the living room, teleporting from the squalid upstairs bedroom.
“Are we done here?” she asked.
“Your decision, quickly now!” Hannah said harshly, her razor-sharp blade pressing slightly into Judith’s throat and causing a little trickle of blood to run down and stain her white blouse.
It wasn't too difficult for Judith to choose at this point, of course.
With Kris unable to help, these two vamps at full strength confronting her, plus the obviously capable and heavily armed duo outside, there was no sense in trying to battle at the moment. The odds were far too unfavourable.
“Take the little bitch,” Judith spat. “I’m tired of her anyway.”
“Good call,” Hannah said.
Lowering her katana, she turned to Erica.
“Go get Vicky; we’re leaving. As for you, you should tend to your girlfriend now,” she said to Judith, releasing her grip on the evil vampire’s blouse and gesturing over towards where Kris lay on the floor writhing in pain in a pool of her own urine, bleeding profusely and swearing like a sailor.
Judith went over to Kris; she took the small vampire tenderly in her arms and then the two of them disappeared.
Erica headed back upstairs to collect Vicky while Hannah walked out to the courtyard where the twins were waiting anxiously.
“How did it go in there?” Peter asked.
“I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse,” Hannah said, laughing softly as she sheathed her katana.
“By the way, nice job out here, you two.”
The twins smiled as both of them said, “Thanks!” almost in unison.
Erica and Victoria were already waiting outside the front gate as Hannah and the twins came out, having teleported there straight from the locked upstairs bedroom.
“VICKY!” Peter shouted, showing an exuberance he rarely displayed.
As he rushed to his little sister’s side, sweeping her up into a tight hug in his arms, Petra glanced over at Erica, who was trembling and looking unusually pale, even for her.
“You OK, kiddo?” she asked softly.
“Too much teleporting in a short time is tough on my nervous system,” Erica replied, still shaking visibly.
“I’ll be fine in a bit ... and it was worth it. We got our sister back.”
<to be continued>
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