The Vampire

Screams filled the hallways, along with bodies twisted and emptied of blood cast and strewn across the floors and walls. Sirens squealed overhead while orders to fire barked by agents and guards still alive went silent by unseen forces that strangled them in mid-air while the rest of the militia unloaded everything they had into the intruders or ran for their lives when their ammunition were spent. Bullets, grenades, nothing they had made any difference to the smirking albino woman casually walking down the hall with her prisoner in tow behind her. Her long, silken black dress billowed to a non-existent breeze, fluttering at her feet to expose her thigh up to her alluring waist. Her skin was as pale as the moon and just as radiant, with long platinum blonde hair that flowed around and behind her like it had a mind of its own. And yet all around her she left a path of **** behind her, the vampire queen from a reality where in life she was known as Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman.

Nicholas Fury could only wince as he was **** to watch his men fight a losing battle against the vampire woman who didn’t even raise a hand to block their weapons fire.

Why would she need to?

All around her, the shadows obeyed her will. Snaking out from the surface of walls, floors and even the ceiling. Slashing, grabbing, pinning every SHIELD guard to the surfaces where they came from like mice being pinned by the claws of a cat. Bullets were caught in mid air by the darkness itself before they ever came close enough to mar Susan’s perfect alabaster skin, dropping to the ground to litter the floors as she walked past them on high heels. Squirming against the pitch-dark shadows holding him to the wall, the guard looked up to the fanged smile of the woman who stopped to look him up and down with burning red eyes, before lunging at him like a viper and feed off his blood from his exposed neck. The act so disturbing, Fury had to look away, spotting the other guards pinned where they were as they watched their brother in arms scream from his neck being bitten into.

Pulling away and chuckling to herself, Susan wiped her thumb against her bloody lip to suck on the last life blood of the man before dropping him like a dead weight to the ground to add to the others, his body still and lifeless as the other living guards under her will screamed and tried to thrash free of her shadowy powers… And failed impotently doing so.

“This can be SO much easier if you just told me where they are Director… Should I feast on another?”

“You’re not going to get any answers from me you bitch!”

Turning slightly and giving a look of mock offense back to the SHIELD director, the vampire turned her attention to the guards she had bound under her will and walked towards them, dragging Fury behind her who levitated a foot off the ground wrapped in solid shadows. Swirling her finger around in a childish manner, it was almost as if she were trying to determine which of the guards to focus her attention on… Until she finally pointed to a guard held down on the floor. Pulling the woman up with the same ease as lifting an empty schoolbag, Susan grabbed the guard’s shoulders with both hands and opened her fanged jaws wide to sink her teeth into the screaming woman’s neck, leaving everyone to be **** to watch as the life ebbed out of her, her skin turning pale and shrivelled as Susan took everything from her. When she was done, she tossed the desiccated corpse aside without a single care in the world.

“Hmm, ‘A’ positive, with high iron from eating corned beef… And an alcoholic.” Chuckled the vampiric Susan as she smiled back at the other potential meals in her care in the hallway. “I can still taste the left-over bourbon spirits in her blood, she had strong tastes… Well, HAD strong tastes.”

“You think this is going to scare me into telling me where they are?” Balked the director, keeping up a brave front.

“Oh, I have no doubt you’re not scared, the leader of such an establishment in MY universe was the same as you… Even when I plucked out his one good eye to match the other empty socket in his head, he didn’t give me the satisfaction of screaming then either.” Faster than he could react or blink, Fury found the red eyed women smiling face to face with him and pointing her sharp fingernail right at his wide-open blue eye. “Shall I do the same for you? You look like a screamer to me…”

“THEY”RE IN THE HOLDING CELL ONE FLOOR DOWN FROM HERE! CELL BLOCK 3-H!” Cried out one of the guards pinned to the ceiling, he and the others **** to watch as Susan turned her attention up to the man and smiled impishly. With a flourish of her hand, the other guards were taken off the surfaces of the walls and ceiling they were pinned against to levitate in a group near her like a bundle of balloons, bound tightly in solid shadows like chains or braces. Looking over her shoulder to smile a smug grin back at Fury, Susan shimmied her shoulders with a look of triumph.

“Well… Good to know… Good to know… I’ll be down there momentarily; in the meantime, my servants will finish off the occupants of this flying bathtub LONG before we find them and make off before the ship crashes into the city.”

“WHY?! I told you where to find them, what more do you…” Not giving the man the chance to ask about her motives, Susan sunk her teeth into the guard’s neck, forcing the others to watch as she tore into his neck with the same grace as a starving wolf, causing blood to spray from the wound as she killed him. Not even bothering to feed off him, she tossed his corpse across the hall, where he tumbled and collapsed like a rag-doll face down. Susan breathed hard and snarled with burning red eyes when she turned her hateful gaze back at the others she held prisoner.

“NEVER! ASK! WHY!!!” Fluttering her eyes and regaining her composure, Susan combed her hair back and licked her blood-stained lips clean. “I came here to fetch our little prize, but I’m doing it in a round about way, you see… It’s… More FUN this way.” She explained, spinning her fingers together in a circle in front of her for her prisoners to see, just as she turned and led them behind her. “You have to appreciate the chase a bit, to know that your prize is running for their lives against something, someone who can catch them easily, there’s no fun if I know where they are now. Why else did you think I sent my little minions out to kill everyone else?”

Listening out into the echoing hallways, Fury and his guards could hear the other Susans laying waste to his helicarrier and his crew. When the other versions of Susan Storm started cropping up, he considered them all a potential threat. But this woman, this monster fully justified his suspicions. A creature with no moral compass or conscience or empathy driven by self indulgence and sadism. With the power to smother the city in total darkness and **** everything with a pulse, for no other reason than because she could. The sounds of fighting nearby made the vampire smile wider as she used her powers to make them all invisible so she could watch without interfering.

A squad of SHIELD agents ran for their lives as they were all chased down by some terrible monster that bellowed and roared like a furious grizzly bear. The slowest of the SHIELD guards panted as he ran, only to be grabbed by a white furry claw that gripped over his helmet and crushed it like a soda can, pulling him back as the sounds of roars and crunching bone made Susan’s captors squirm and whimper.

A scream cried out on the other side of the hallway, turning Susan’s attention away from the slaughter to find the alien looking version of her to chase down one of the unarmed guards fleeing for his life. Her movements as swift and dextrous as a viper as she both crawled and slithered on all sixes, scurrying over the walls and ceiling before pouncing on the man from behind and biting down on his helmet, spearing her tongue out the other end of his screaming face with the same **** of strength as a fired bullet.

Off in the distance they could see a red skinned demoness fly through the next hallway, followed by the cries and screams of someone she had pinned down and did unspeakable acts out of sight from Fury and the guards held prisoner.

“Hmm, I’ll let them have their fun.” Bringing Nick closer, Susan gave the man a civil yet haughty grin as she traced a fingernail under his chin. “Shall we continue to the next floor down? I believe my prize is currently boxed up in a cell somewhere, that’ll hardly be entertaining, I’ll just have to find my amusement some other way while we go.”

Making their way to the stairs leading down, the vampire kept her prey in tow behind her while her minions did away with anyone who would interfere. Heading to the lower floor, the vampire’s smirk never left her lips as the screams and calls for help continued to echo out while her five minions fought with SHIELD.

A crash nearby sent the Helicarrier lurching to the side, a plume of smoke startling Susan’s hostages when a massive robot stepped into view and looked down at the group with glowing purple eyes. Looking down at her mechanical arm, it was in the form of a still smoking hot plasma gun before it unfolded and transformed back into a humanoid hand and wrist, flexing her delicate metallic fingers, and using them to brush something off her shoulder.

“Disgusting meat bags tried to take a shot at me… I HATE them! I hate ALL of them!”

“YES… I know you do…” Purred the vampire with a haughty air to her. “Remember what I told you, NO survivors, I’ll be looking for our prize and then we can leave.”

Sneering back down at the vampire, the cybertronian woman continued to march down the hall, glaring at anything that moved while the alarms still went off. Turning to look over her shoulder at Fury, the woman shrugged.

“They can be quite a handful, especially the armored nun, hmm… Someone did a number on her LONG before I did… Shame really, I would have loved to see how that went. The mental scars in her mind are a work of art.”

Continuing down the hallway, Fury tried in vain to struggle free of the solid shadows bound around him, and felt them get tighter around his arms, legs and neck. Floating like a bundle of balloons behind the vampire in front of him who tapped her finger against each door to her left as if she were counting the labels. Reading off each cell block until she approached the one labelled ‘3-H’.

“Well… This was fun… But all good things must come to an end, shame really, I was hoping to have a greater thrill in the chase. You don’t often get the chance to hunt down your living self too often.”

Opening the door and stopping just at the entrance, she didn’t find the trio of Susans in the cell like she expected, instead she found two confused guards who blinked and looked up at her in confusion, getting up off the floor to see her better.

“Hey, you came back.” Said one of them, scratching his head.

“Yeah! Why did you change your clothes… And how did you get so pale?”

The vampire’s smile quickly grew manic, hissing out a chuckle before almost doubling over with laughter. Laughter that unnerved everyone around her as she took a step back and leaned against the adjacent wall behind her. The illusion of civility and charm had gone the wayside as the undead queen laughed and cackled like a madwoman, all her fanged teeth bared and her red eyes wide, combing her fingers through her hair as she slide down to the ground and laughed. Eventually, she stood back up and straighten herself again to reclaim her regal demeanor, the small hints of her insanity peaking through the cracks as her attention fell back on Nick Fury.

“Well, well… It seems the night’s VERY fortunate indeed!” Gesturing with a finger for Nick Fury and the rest of the guards to follow, the group of prisoners gasped as they were pulled along to join her as she decided to walk down the hallway again. “Now THIS is so much better, I’m so excited it reminds me of when I was alive! I shall find the three little versions of me with a pulse and bring them back for our grandest of plans… Oooooh, I wonder if I can finally have a taste of their blood too? I only need the one from THIS universe after all.”

Trailing a fingernail against the steel bulkhead of the wall, its razor-sharp edge caused scratch marks while she casually made her way down the hall, sniffing the air like a jungle cat.

“Run, run, run little mice, I’m going to catch you…”