Susan, Vampyr Queen

It was 11:23 pm when the red head had entered the back room. Mary Jane looked around, careful not to miss anything that would tell her where the now confirmed Mrs. Sue Richards would have gone with her lover. MJ was determined to get to the bottom of this, there’s no excuse for a wife cheating on her spouse no matter how lonely or sex deprived she is…or was. When the current song was over, and she had managed to weave around the people until she heard the sounds of sex and orgasms through a dark hallway. No matter how creepy it was, she was going to go down it. Her woman’s intuition was telling her that Sue was down there with her exposed lover and the illicit affair. After catching them, she would at least listen to her excuse because that is all that it would be, an excuse.

The man's accented voice was heard from a room with light, “…share eternity as my Queen.”

“There you two are,” whispered MJ to herself and with renewed determination as she walked down the hall toward strangely lit room.

The Actress stormed the room through the cracked door, but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

“Susan, you had better have something…good…to…say…,” was all Mary Jane could get out.

On the table was a female form in the same blue dress Sue had been wearing, the one light bulb in a lone lamp was over her. The loose vee-neck was open exposing her large full breasts, while the skirt was pulled up with her toned legs spread and exposed vagina with white semen leaking out. In fact, she looked dead, but the small rise of her breasts squashed that theory. Standing off to the side was a man, tall, with a pale penis that was beginning to go limp with the head dripping with previously said semen.

Mary Jane’s bright green eyes first stared at that penis she had seen before; he was a show-er or his dick was in mid-softening. The memory of its erect form came and the idea of it inside her crossed her mind, but she shook her head violently. No, she shouldn’t think like that, no matter how long it had been since her Tiger had touched her. MJ then tore her eyes away as she traveled up the body of the owner this penis, unfortunately the shoulders on up were concealed with shadows. She could not see the face very well but took note that the eyes were dark but with a red hue. They held her attention in a way she could not explain, she wanted to turn away but could not. It frightened her yet they called to her, the owner of those eyes lifted his arm and motioned with a pale hand to come closer. She did though, still frightened, she moved almost on autopilot. Before she knew it, he was upon her and his voice almost soothing, he spoke.

“What is your name, my beauty?” he asked eloquently.

“Mary...Jane...Watson...-Parker,” answered the beautiful woman, almost monotonely.

“Are you married?” the centuries old nosferatu continued.

“Yes,” again she answered as though her will was not her own.

The mysterious stranger smiled, as he had gotten all he wanted out of her, he kept note on where she and her husband lived. He then cupped her lovely face, pressed his fingers to her forehead and said, “You will remember nothing that has transpired this night and now…you will sleep.”

As Vlad spoke those words, everything in Mary Jane mind that night vanished, and she collapsed into his arms. He smiled and quickly lowered her down, then he put away his appendage, knelt down and lifted her in his arms. He carried her out of the room and down the hall where her friends were conveniently waiting for her. Ever the master persuader he calmed them down and explained she must have had too much and fainted. Gloria and Betty smiled, thankful the man holding Mary Jane was a gentleman for helping her into the taxi.

“I am sorry I am unable to do more for your friend,” the gentleman said as he feigned innocence.

“No, no, we’re just thankful for your help,” answered Betty, “Peter will probably worry where she is.”

“Whom might I ask is Peter?” asked the foreigner curiously, “Her brother perhaps?”

“Husband,” replied Gloria not thinking this man was posing any threat right now.

“Are you from Europe?” asked Betty with enthusiasm.

“Yes,” responded the gentleman with a charming smile, “I move around a lot, but I moved into a place to stay here in this city.”

“I’m Betty Brant-Leeds, reported for the Daily Bugle Newspaper,” she informed him, “Any way I can get an interview?”

“I am Justin Drake,” he said, “I may at some point consider an interview but not now.”

She perked up at the thought of interviewing a man like this, for some reason Betty felt intrigued by him. He then turned his attention Gloria and gave her a smile, “I wish safe travels for you Ms.?”

“Grant, Gloria Grant,” she said, not really understanding why she had given him her name.

Justin then said his goodbyes when he turned to return and to assure Susan had not been touched. He was satisfied that they had left when he heard the taxi drive off. He then converted to mist and slunk back into the club so as to avoid those pesky mortals at the door. Once he reformed his body, he retraced his steps back to room to 2 men trying to take a peek at his Susan. The next thing they knew were hands grabbing them and flinging them out the door. Seeing Justin enraged face terrified them while one scurried out the other realized he had been thrown by 1 man.

"WHAT THE HELL!" he cried, “ARE YOU A MUTIE, OR SOMETHIN’?”

“Or something my friend,” he growled then added, “This woman is mine!”

He nodded but as he stood up, the burly, black man that had directed Mary Jane to him by which he was quite grateful came up and asked, “What the hell’s goin’ on here?”

The coward just stammered, “Th-th-this mutie…or whatever just tried to kill me.”

The black man looked up to Justin, looking for a response. The term “mutie” disgusted him, his niece was a mutant for crying out loud.

“This…worm,” Justin sneered when motioning to sniveling scum, “was trying to **** my woman.”

The club employee looked to the “worm” who pointed towards the room in the back.

“She…she’s in there lying on the table,” the worm defended, “We, that is my friend and I, wanted to take a look she looked to be dead.”

Justin turned toward the club employee, just having regained his composure and said, “My dear, sir, she is resting.”

The employee nodded but not before grabbing the troublemaker and proceeding to throw him out.

“I hope you and your Little Lady have a fine night,” wished the burly man as he dragged the pig by the loud tee-shirt away.

Justin gave a polite bow and entered the room in hopes of finding Sue’s luscious bodice unscathed.

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It was now 2:30 am and had been several hours when he had examined Sue’s body and found her without a mark; if those swine had done anything in this secluded area, he would show them so much pain that **** would be a mercy. He had summoned Raven and Irene from the other room where they had been feeding. Neither knowing their prey was the “party king” that had been bothering the woman that their Master had been interacting with hours before. The ex-voivode watched as the pale body moved and then propped herself up, her honey blonde hair framed her pale face and all of its features. Her perfectly formed ears now tapered to a point, her once beautiful, blue irises are now a deep wine-red. Susan had risen and felt invigorated as if she had awakened for the first time, her full plump lips had become a ruby red but now concealed elongated canine fangs.

Justin offered his hand by which his Queen took it as he helped her off the table and pulled her close and captured her red lips with his own. He pulled back a gazed deep into her eyes and spoke.

“Who-am-I?” he questioned sternly, punctuating every word.

“My only Love and Master,” Susan responded with an evil smile.

“Who-do-you-serve?” he continued in the same manner as before.

“It is you, Lord Dracula, and only you,” Sue declared as she swore her fidelity.

Dracula nodded though he was not out of the woods yet, Susan still had to feed lest someone well-versed in the arcane mystic arts would be able to reverse her change. His next step was to leave for his new Castle Dracula, known to the rest of the world as the Baxter Building. He then helped her in fixing her dress so as to keep her looking acceptable.

“Now, we leave,” Vlad III commanded to his female entourage, and they left.

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It was 2:50 am when the limousine pulled up to the front of the Baxter Building at the corner of Madison Avenue and 42nd Street. Dracula stepped out of the limousine with his brides and servant but not before dropping Susan’s small blue purse inside the car. The driver nodded as he watched his client enter the building with the 2 stunning women as well as the elder of the females in tow. Although the blonde looked significantly pallor, but that was not his problem if she did not get enough sun. The chauffer then drove off, not knowing a seed had been planted for him to return.

Since Raven and Irene had left for their resting places, Dracula had decided to escort Susan to her first meal and cement her place as his Queen. It was 2:55 am when they had returned to the 31st floor. He first insisted she shut her eyes, so he needed to prepare everything. Vlad knew she was not used to her body’s new strength, so he personally removed her heeled shoes. The former Voivode checked up on his bride’s prey, upon finding the small body unmoving and the flat chest moving ever so slightly was satisfied. He then converted to mist, moved to Susan’s side then back to man-form and smiled.

“Shall we go seek your prey, my Queen?” whispered Vlad in her ear.

“Must I?” inquired Susan but smiled at the word Queen.

“Yes,” Dracula answered, “blood is what our kind need to survive.”

“I see,” Sue acknowledged although not really understanding why but took her master at his word, she had already begun to feel a strange mixture of hunger and thirst.

The Queen soon felt her Dark Master take her hand and pull her to her feet, but still not questioning his intensions she obeyed as she felt him guide her until a stop was made. Sue could feel her new craving was strengthening by the minute. Vlad then flipped a switch and dimmed the lights and slowly opened the door only enough to slip in. He guided his Queen into the dark room and slowly slid the door closed until it was only ajar. Finding a dimmer switch on the wall he slowly brightened the room only a little so as the boy’s forms could be seen. Susan however while still had her eyes closed, smelled the waft of blood. The 1 scent was so close that she knew it was the only one her master wanted her to have, to satisfy this craving.

Vlad Tepes then cupped her face and guided it, so it was mere 2” from the neck and kissed her temple as the sign to open her eyes. She did and found the soft neck that was so close, on instinct she pulled her red lips back to expose her fangs. While she couldn’t see the face, Sue could see the pulsing of the jugular vein and carotid artery. Then all there was at that moment was instinct, the hapless prey felt its first, and last, feeling of euphoria. First all it felt was something akin to a kiss, then the stinging of the flesh being pierced, and last was the strange but enjoyable feeling of its blood being drained.

Susan’s eyes were closed as relished in her first tasted of blood, her mouth was sealed over the part of the boy’s neck and her hands holding him securely as she pulled his blood with her fangs. The continuation of drawing his blood left the boy helpless as all this body fluid was drain from his arteries and veins. The Queen just continued to suck through her fangs until the boy’s little heart stopped beating and his breath slowed to nothing. She was not sure of how much blood she needed but Sue kept sucking for a good 2 minutes more until she was sure there was none left. Removing her fangs was an easy feat, she sighed when the feeling of her first feeding had subsided. Susan then slowly opened her eyes and looked down upon the exsanguinated corpse of the familiar blonde child she held. What was strange was not only was the child’s face familiar but for the life, or rather un-life, of her she couldn’t quite place it. The new Queen of the Undead just stood up and dropped the blonde corpse on to the floor. She looked upon her Master with a fanged smiled before leaving the room for the marital bedroom.

Dracula watched with pride as his new Queen fed greedily from the veins of her young son, Franklin. The sensations the boy was probably feeling, if he were allowed to grow older, were something akin to a lover. Even so he was too great a risk to allow around and so he knelt down and whispered, “This was nothing personal, your abilities child made you just too great of a threat.”

Vlad while desiring Susan was by no means completely heartless for as she was feeding, he was erasing her memories of Franklin’s name and connection to his face as well as her knowledge of their connection. The Vampyr King stood up and left the room in search of his Queen; he found her of course in the bed she used to share with her husband. There they spent a good, few hours more in the throes of pleasure and passion before leaving for his coffin.

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It was 9:34 pm when a Hispanic man of 39 years arrived at the famous Baxter Building. Emmanuelle Roja had just come back as he was told to by that robot thing since he had tried to return the identification card and purse to the famous, now infamous Invisible Woman. Ever since the nightclub everyone around New York from the Bronx to Staten Island had heard of her affair with a strange man that was not her husband. He should know, he was the 1 assigned to drive that specific limousine from this address to the club. When he found the purse, and then the card inside with her name and information on it, he was beside himself. He even had a newspaper from last week with the group as a whole in a photo and knew that was not her husband whom she was making eyes to when he drove them.

It was his lunch break when he decided to return her property, he had not been this nervous since he came out of the closet to his family when he was 19. When he arrived at the door to their apartment, a large metal contraption answered the door.

“Hi...uh…listen, is…I’m mean…is there a...a Mrs. Richards home?” stammered the limo rental driver.

“What-is-it-you-wish?” asked the levitating robot.

“Look, pal,” he continued, “I’m not so good with this so, is the lady of the house here?”

“My-name-is-not-pal, it is H.E.R.B.I.E.,” it corrected him, “Highly-Engineered-Robot-Built-for-Interdimensional-Exploration.”

“Yeah, right. Now Herb, listen to—," the rental chauffer began again before the Hispanic man began to lose patience.

“It-is-not-herb,” it corrected again, “I-am-Highly-Enginee—."

"Look!" the hispanic man snapped as he had had quite enough, he cut the floating computer thing off, “All…I…want…to know…is if…Mrs…Richards…is…home?”

“Yes-Lady-Susan-is-home,” replied the robot, “However-she-is-not-available-now, she-will-be-available-after-sundown.”

The man sighed and then went back work but now here he was. A little late perhaps, but here was ready to return the lady’s property. He was not happy to see this talking trash can again but if returning this woman’s things meant going through this entire spiel again, well most men would say not but…damn his Abuela and her raising him to do good.

“Hey Herb…I mean Herbie,” he quickly corrected himself to avoid the last conversation, “is…Lady Susan home?”

“Yes-follow-H.E.R.B.I.E.-please,” replied the AI.

The driver followed the hovering robot to a door by upon knocking had heard the voice of the sex temptress in his car the night before.

“I’ll be right there,” spoke the seductive voice.

Just then the door opened and there stood the famous Susan Richards only this time he could get real good look at her. She voluptuous woman standing at 5-foot, 6” with blonde hair and where her irises were once blue were now a wine-red. Her fair skin was now pallor than pale, her supple ears were now pointed, and she had such red lips they almost looked to be painted with lipstick. Even her nails had become sharp claws and were painted scarlet like her lips. She was wearing long, thin translucent nightgown that clung nicely to her curves with plunging neckline with ample cleavage that ended just below her firm breasts.

“Like what you see?” asked Susan with her red lips in a predatory smile as she quickly took back her purse.

He didn’t know what to say since the way she was looking at him was like a she-wolf or a lioness with those red eyes looking at him like he would a ribeye steak.

“Well, ma’am, since ya got your stuff, I’ll be needing to go,” he said as he tried to turn to leave.

“But you can’t go yet,” the Queen responded with an eerie smile and hungry red eyes, “I haven’t fed yet, and I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s...Manny, ma’am,” he said, not even sure if giving his name was such a good idea.

“Manny, that’s a nice name,” said the newest bride and Queen of the undead with an evil grin on her soft lips, “It would’ve been a shame to not know the name of my breakfast.”

This was the oddest thing he had ever heard someone say after he had given his name.

“Wait,” the off-duty driver said in confusion, “What do you meea—?"

It was all Mr. Roja had time to ask before he was quickly grabbed and effortlessly pulled into the room by 1 hand with the door then slamming shut behind him. All could be heard from behind the door was crashes and screams, then…nothing.