Creeping into reality - Chapter 5

“Another tragic **** in Hollywood. Rising Movie star David Kropel was found dead this morning in his trailer on the parking lot near the set where the last scenes of his new movie: “Vampires vs Pirates” were shot last night. Police has not yet issued a statement but inside sources seem to confirm that **** have taken yet another victim. You might remember Kropel for his parts in...”

Drew turns off the TV. He made the opening of the evening news, good for him, she thinks. Killing the man does not seem to affect her. At first, she tried to reason that she had acted instinctively, in the heat of the moment, but, she cannot deny that she went to his trailer with murderous intentions and that she does not care at all.

This **** is also a blessing for the whole production. This morning, a large studio chipped in to increase the promotional budget of the movie tenfold. This afternoon, the communication war machine of the Major was set in motion: spin doctors worked on talking points for the whole cast and crew, an army of lawyers started preparing the contracts for the big brands to take over the visual identity of the movie, a big funeral ceremony with every single star available was organized in anticipation of the release of the body by the authorities, a first trailer centered on Long John’s character was finalized to be aired world wide within the next 48 hours... All in order to get the most from the tragic event. Hollywood cynicism at its best.

As part of the Blizt campaign, a PA is sent to Drew’s penthouse to take care of her communication. But the poor girl is not welcomed by both Shary and Jim. Drew’s... minions... are adamant on taking care personally of the actress. The fight is settled by a phone call from Drew’s agent pointing out to a clause in her contract that allows her to choose with whom she works. The studio girl is sent home even before Drew can wake up and Shary is appointed as her new PA.

When she finally wakes up, Drew discovers all this with a certain level of satisfaction. Everything is perfect, with the exception of the fact that, apparently, Harry has been having trouble keeping the final cut. That bothers Drew a lot, she does not want those fuckers from the Major to rearrange the movie to get a PG13 and sugarcoat every single aspect that made the script abrasive, intelligent and brilliant. She will definitely have to take care of that, but not tonight.

Tonight, she has other plans, tonight she will be meeting an old friend in one very fashionable, very expensive, and very not authentic trattoria downtown: the Piazza Del Popolo.

She always adored the place. The recreation of a romanticized European setting adapted to American food industry standards has been an unknown specialty of California for the last seventy years and the Piazza del Popolo is one of the finest achievements in the matter.

She steps into her bathroom to check her figure one last time in the mirror. This “change” has made her hotter than ever and last night feeding is still hiding her true nature pretty well. Her reflection is vaguely blurred on the edges, her skin is pink and warm as it should be and her fangs barely noticeable. She is ready to go out.

A parking spot seems to be waiting for her across the street from the restaurant. The hostess walks her to her table.

Since her friend is not yet here, she orders a flute of Prosecco. She looks around. The mandoline player is waiting by the bar, here and there rich couples and working accointances occupy a few tables but the place is far from packed. Either a slow night, which is highly unlikely given the reputation of the Piazza, or too early for everyone to have shown up. Drew picks up a very unpleasant smell that seems to come out of the kitchen. It is thick and sticky, powerful and pungent, revolting even.

“Drew! It’s been ages! How are you doing?”

The man who just walked on her is Paul Moleta, he was his co-star in that movie, years ago, which nearly landed her the Oscar. After a couple other minor flicks, he got a gig in a sitcom about a disfunctional family that ran for nearly ten years and was sold all over the world. She heard that he was trying to get back on the big screen now that the show had reached its conclusion.

But the man standing in front her seems different from the frail teenager she has been seeing on TV every Sunday afternoon at three. He seems larger, wider, bulkier... He also looks hairier with his thick moustache and bushy sideburns...

“Paul! So good to see you... it’s been years... well not really,” she laughs, “I did not miss one episode of that little show of yours... how’s life treating you?”

“Peachy! I just finished the shooting of “The Werewolf of San Fransisco”, and it’s going to be a major hit!”

“That’s funny, we just finished the shooting of the after credit scene for my last movie and I am also looking at a masterpiece. Vampires and werewolves, funny thing right?”

They both laugh.

“Yes, I heard. Not too shaken up by Kropel’s ****?”

“Nah, the guy was a prick.”

That comes out wrong, leading to an awkward silence.

“Okay... it was a pleasure to see you,” he says scratching his ear in a very dog-like manner, “hope we can catch up later...”

As he walks away, Drew spots her friend, fashionably late as usual. Evelyn is a singer/dancer/actress and former call girl Drew met during her troubled teens. Of the little band she used to deprave herself with, Evelyn was the first one to quit **** and when Drew decided to get her life back on track, unlike her other friends, she did not cut all ties with her.

Five years older than Drew, Evelyn is as beautiful and sexy as ever, but Drew feels like she sees her for the first time. The singer/dancer/actress and former call girl is not chubby, not in any way, but she has flesh everywhere she needs, her butt is round, her tits are generous, her lips are plump, her baby face makes her any perv’s fantasy and apparently it has some effect on Drew as well.

As she seats across from Drew, the waiter brings them two flutes of Prosecco.

“You look radiant tonight!”

“Thanks Drew, how are you doing? I heard about your co-star, I am very sorry.”

Learning from her mistakes, Drew puts on a sad face.

“The whole team is pretty shaken up. **** are a terrible thing...”

“You did not use to say that a couple of years ago...”

“Right... anyway, let’s talk about something else. I heard your new album is going pretty well.”

“Sorry, of course, yes I have reached the fifty thousand albums sold on the first week, and apparently I’m in the top ten of deezer’s play list, my agent is fucking ecstatic. I’m pretty sure he jerks off every night to my numbers.”

They both laugh. Evelyn turns her face looking for a waiter.

“Should we order?”

“Yeah sure,” Drew answers.

The vein on her friend’s neck looks more appealing by the minute.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” Drews wonders, “I shouldn’t be this ravenous, and what is that fucking smell?”

The pungent smell is growing stronger and stronger. Now it does not only come from the kitchen but it seems to be emanating from the other occupied tables.

Evelyn finally manages to get the attention from one of the waiters and turns back to Drew. She stops for a second.

“Drew? Sweetheart? Are you all right?”

“Yeah... yeah...”

“No, seriously, you look like a corpse.”

Seriously? Drew is not feeling well at all. All heat has left her face, her hands start to turn chalky white, her fangs slowly lengthen in her mouth.

“Actually, no I’m not well at all, sorry, could you give me a minute...”

Not waiting for the answer she rushes to the girl’s bathroom. In front of her own eyes, her reflexion disappears leaving imprinted in her retina the terrifying image of her full vampiric transformation. Bloodshot eyes, pale as ****, fangs so long they sprout of her mouth and a predatory hunger for life.

The door to one of the stalls opens behind her, letting out a tall blonde in a long black dress and stiletto heels.

“Wow, you don’t have a reflexion, that’s dope!” The woman says.

Drew turns around and, hissing, she throws the poor girl back into the stall. Before she can start screaming, the vampire’s fangs and mouth latch onto the blonde’s neck.

Relief and delight.

Slowly, as the small cabin fills with the combined fragrance of the blonde’s blood and pleasure, Drew regains control. She drinks a bit more, licks the wounds clean and stands.

“You will not remember anything.” She tells the overwhelmed blonde.

In the mirror, her vampire persona has been replaced once again by her human disguise.

“This is becoming a fucking habit,” she says out loud giving one last look at the blonde.

But her respite is short lived. The door across the hallway from the restrooms opens in the kitchen. A waiter exits with a monumental tray charged with at least half a dozen baskets containing... garlic bread!

Drew stops as she finally identifies the offensive smell. The invisible cloud of garlic particles surround her eating away her disguise once again.

She has to get out of here, she needs fresh air... she does not need Evelyn coming in her direction.

“Drew! You really look like shit.”

Or maybe she does...

“Help me... help me get out...”

“What is wrong with you? Do you need a doctor?”

“No... yes... I don’t know... allergies... out now! Please.”

Understanding if not the reasons of the emergency, but the emergency itself, Evelyn wraps an arm around her friend’s shoulder and drags her out of the restaurant.

The twenty yards between the restroom and the door to the outside feel like a thousand miles to Drew. Evelyn’s pulsating artery just a few inches away from her growing fangs, the girl’s heartbeat and warmth surrounding the weakening vampire, the omnipresence of the smell of garlic, all the customers looking at the two girls walking out of the restaurant, if there is a hell, it might be sweeter to the damned than what Drew is going through right now.

The time seems to be suspended in a moment of eternal suffering until the release. The warm desert wind, charged with the stench of the city chases away the garlic, the blood, everything that is slowly turning Drew mad.

The actress manages to take a few steps by herself. She empties her guts at the bottom of a lamppost. Evelyn helps her cross the street, opens the door to Drew’s car and drops her in.

“I’ll go get our purses and pay the bill, I’ll be back in five.”

Drew rolls over to the passenger seat and lets the night purify her. She feels much better already but soon she will have to feed, maybe Evelyn can drive her home, there she’ll have Jim or Shary... or both... the hunger is killing her. She screams her pain and frustration into the night.

In the distance, Paul, who just dropped his date at her place a couple of blocks down the street, observes the scene. How on earth did Drew turn so pale in such a short time? A passing car lights her face. Are those fangs? She said something about vampires, could it be that...

But Evelyn is back, she jumps in the car and drives away...

“I’m taking you to the hospital!”

“No... I’m feeling better already, take me home, I just need my medicine...”

“Are you sure? You look like hell...”

“Please, no need to see a doctor, I have all I need at home...”

Evelyn has one last look at her friend and turns right towards the penthouse. On the passenger seat Drew is once again submerged by the scent of her friend. She knows now she will not make it home. Frustration and rage starts to grow in her guts.

“Take the scenic route...”

“What?”

Drew looks up and sticks her eyes into her friend’s.

“Take Mulholland Drive you fucking cunt!”

“I...”

Shaken Evelyn, would like to question her friend’s sudden burst of anger but, against her own will, she is incapable of any other action than turn right on the famous boulevard.

For ten minutes, she drives along the beautiful road. Her mind is in shambles, the control exerted upon her by the vampire is not gentle, it is brutal, instinct driven. She does not fall into willful submission like Jim or Shary, she is just a puppet lurched by the monster’s will.

Drew finally points at a small ridge by the road.

“Park there, now!”

Obediently, she stops the car in the designated spot. She is terrified, slowly she turns to see the beast where her friend was sitting. Saliva dripping from her fangs, a mad look in her eyes, Drew growls:

“Don’t resist, you bitch, you’re gonna to love this!”

The singer/dancer/actress and former call girl’s face is jerked to a side. Drew’s other hand wraps on Evelyn’s pearl necklace and tears it away. The precious bubbles shower on the car’s floor as the rabid vampire takes her due.

Down the hill, a lone coyote lifts his muzzle at the weird screams raising into the night, he sniffs a couple of times enjoying the coppery aroma carried by the wind before going back to licking his balls.

Back in the car, Drew lights a cigarette while Evelyn looks incredulous at the blood on her hands.

“Fuck Evelyn, you taste delicious.”

“What the fuck did you just do to me?”

“Drank your blood, what do you think that is? Strawberry juice?”

“But... it’s not possible!”

“Well deal with it, you’ve known me long enough to know that I have an addictive personality, I recently switched from booze and cigarettes to human blood.”

She throws the red stained cancer stick out the car.

“But... the fuck? You’re a...”

“Yeah. For a bit more than a week now. I honestly did not plan this but all the fucking garlic bread made me loose it. Sorry if I was a bit rude.”

Evelyn, still captivated by the red liquid pouring between her fingers, starts displaying a vicious smile.

“No need to apologize... you know me, I like it rough...”

A vicious smile now appears on Drew’s face.

“Oh... you do? Let’s see if you can handle me!”

“Bring it on bitch!”

Evelyn’s ruined blouse flies out of the car soon followed by her torn skirt and reaped panties. A little while later, Drew’s clothes follow the same route.

In the convertible, a battle of epic proportions is taking place. Two greek furies confront in the warm Californian evening in a fight for the pleasure of the other. Obviously, Drew has the edge with her aphrodisiac bite and superior strength but Evelyn does not yield her an inch of terrain without a fight. A finger slipped in an orifice is countered by a slap, a nipple twisted by a sloppy kiss, another finger in another orifice by a bite.

“Bitch! That’s not fair!”

Mouth full of blood Drew asks:

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Of course not, bite me again you slut!”

Drew slides her fangs back into her friend’s thigh. Evelyn leaning over, manages to stick a couple of fingers into her friend’s creamy slit and pulls hard forcing Drew to come loudly. Back to square one, the contestants look at each other. The second round starts. Soon the singer takes the advantage, a full fist destroying the vampire’s pussy. Deviously she opens her fingers. A series of convulsions rocks the monster’s hips.

“My turn to bite you!”

Evelyn’s teeth dig deep into her friend’s neck. Drew reciprocates.

Another orgasm wash over the girls. And it goes on, Drew face down, pinned to the passenger’s seat, ass up and the dancer slurping on her vulva. On the back seat, the two girl’s violently scissoring, rubbing their squirt covered pussies. On the driver’s seat, the former call girl, dangerously bending out of the car, the vampire’s mouth on her tit, two fingers sliding over her clit.

But Evelyn’s pulse starts to slow down. Her retaliations grow weaker until she has no more energy for the game, letting the delicious orgasms ride her again and again. And Drew goes on feeding on her friend‘s fleshy pussy.

“I love you...” Evelyn whispers.

The vampire stops realizing that she has killed her friend.

“I’m sorry... I did not mean to...”

“Don’t worry, it was totally worth it...”

Her head falls to a side, dead.