Seduction of the Vampire

The air is hot and heavy on this country backroad; the heat lingers on the outskirts of Atlanta, Texas. Yet he travels in silence; the only sounds are his footsteps and his breath. It's a summer night, the temperature taking it's toll on those who travel the land by foot. He is a China man, 5 foot 6 inches tall, stout and round in stature. He wears a black kimono, with black trousers, white socks and black plimsolls. With him he carries a green army camouflage bag and a long, wooden staff which serves as his walking stick. The man's journey has been long; he is only middle aged but the greys in his short hair stick out like white ropes threaded through his scalp.

Suddenly on the grass where he walks, his journey is interrupted by 3 young men in their late twenties. One to each side with the most imposing figure, the leader standing in the middle of the China man's path. The young man grins as the wind blows through his brown curly hair.

'What have you got in the bag pops?' He asks while staring menacingly.

'Please young man, my journey has been long and I do not seek trouble.' The China man replies.

'Do you think I give a fuck?!' The leader flicks out a switch blade from his sleeveless denim jacket. The China man looks on knowing a confrontation is inevitable, he drops his bag from his shoulders and raises his staff to a horizontal position.

'Lookey here boys Jackie Chan wants to play rough come-glag!' The leader's statement is cut short as he is struck with side of the staff against his throat. Clutching his neck and gargling; he drops to the grass knees first before his torso follows. The two other men, shocked at their leader's defeat attack anyway in a matter of seconds. Crack! The one to the China man's left receives the end of the staff to his testicles. His collapse is much more instant as he lands face first to the ground in a hurry to wither in pain. His comrade to the right throws a left hook only to have it parried by the China man's staff. On the parry the China man swings his stick round to strike the young man in a hook fashion on his nose. The nose dents in the middle on impact as the man lands on his back side, a combination of blood and snot drips to the ground. In an almost cat like position; the China man analyses his surroundings with his staff once again in the defensive, horizontal position. The man with the broken nose is the only one still functioning consciously. The leader still coughs in pain and his other friend writhes on the ground holding his genitals. The China man goes to put his backpack back on his shoulders when the man exclaims 'What the fuck?'

'It's called a bo staff; I learnt to use it many years ago. It's helped me defeat many enemies.' The China man replied. As he spoke the young man still conscious scurried away into the bushes across the grass and into the countryside. The China man now facing the direction the man headed sees a light and hears the starting of an engine. It becomes apparent the trio were on motorcycles in the middle of no where. The other two lay on the ground still trying to gather themselves and their composure. The China man continues on his path as the staff now resumes it's position as a walking aid rather than a weapon.

Eventually he comes to a saloon like building with two storeys and a balcony on both of them. The name of the bar in red neon lights reads 'The Pig Farm.'

Clearly some sort of public house, many bikes are parked outside and plenty of noise echoes from the location. The China man is tired and in need of refreshment after his harsh encounter with the young gang. He proceeds up the stairs and into the main bar area hoping for a less eventful experience. The bar is hot with smoke and heavy rock music accompanying the atmosphere. Clearly some type of 'biker gang' bar where the police dare not venture. The décor is wooden but decorated by neon lights of all colors. The China man parks himself on a stool at the bar as some rough looking patrons snarl and snigger in the background.

'What can I get you darlin?' Asks the red-headed barmaid.

'Just a coke please.' The China man replies clearly feeling tired from the days events.

'Coming right up.' She replies with a jig in her step.

The China man turns his back to the bar while he scopes the joint clearly looking for potential threats. While the patrons are intimidating they don't seem too interested in his appearance; only that he is not a recognizable face.

The barmaid returns with the China man's coke 'OK hun that'll be five dollars.'

The barmaid was short but beautiful, with a slender figure and pale skin. Her hair was long and thick at the top like something out of the nineteen fifties. She wore tight leather boob tube emphasizing her bust with blue denim hot pants and knee high leather boots.

The China man pays her while inquiring 'Anything unusual happen in these parts lately?'

'These parts are always unusual hun; you'll have to be more specific?' The barmaid replies open to the conversation.

'Strange deaths; potential murders, things that seem out of the ordinary.' The China man kind of flares his eyes as he talks which lets the barmaid know he's deadly serious.

'Honey your best talking to the police about stuff like that; although Big Henry had the front wheel of his bike tire punctured last night. Wasn't too happy about it either.'

Her tone is still welcoming but the China man acknowledges to himself that he wasn't going to find what he was looking for in the very first bar he stumbled into. Still he doesn't want the conversation with the barmaid to end so suddenly.

'I bet that was expensive for Henry.' He replies with an inquiring smile.

'Oh that Henry got plenty of money; not like he would let anyone know about it. And what about you? What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?' The barmaid reply seems genuinely curious about the outsider's appearance.

He reaches into the front pocket of his kimono and pulls out a cutting of a newspaper article. It's the news storey about a young 16 year old girl who has gone missing.

The barmaid looks at the cutting curiously before stating 'That's Daisy May; I know her family, they've kinda given up hope of ever finding her.

The barmaid places both hands on the bar while closing her eyes and sinking her head. 'I tried to help when the police were searching for her; But do you ever get the feeling those around you in authority are often hiding someone else's demons?' The barmaid asked raising her eyes now to meet the China man's.

'Some demons are more physical than you may think.' He replied sipping his coke.

'What you mean mister? Like aliens, UFOs? Something like that?' The barmaid inquired.

'More Biblical, like Cain and Abel.' He replied with a gentle smile.

'Mister you some type of crazy?' The barmaid said while toweling the bar.

'No just brought up in a religious family.' The China man smiled back realizing his claims were wasted on her at this moment in her life.

'Well I don't know about these Biblical cats you speak but if you need a drink mister then just holler.' She then proceeded to go about her bar duties.

Indeed the China man was deadly serious about his claims of the existence of demons. Their pacification was the only objective in his life up until this point. Having finished half of his coke, the China man downed the rest and proceeded to leave the bar. Just before he left he heard a conversation between two bikers at the entrance.

'Hey you hear about the bloody murder at 'The Mistress' the other night.' Said a skinny biker with a grey handle bar mustache.

'Yeah the guy was missing his neck and the upper part of his chest.' Replied his much rounder friend who sported a black handle bar mustache.

'Oooof that was some nasty shit; police don't seem too concerned though. Do you think they wanted somebody silencing?' Inquired the skinny biker.

'Who knows man? They just pen the animals, they don't care who gets hurt in the process.' Stated his rounded friend before guzzling a glass of beer.

The China man lingered anonymously in the background before proceeding out of the entrance. As if by fate a yellow taxi pulled up as he made his exit. He opened the back door and said 'The Mistress Motel please.'

'Sure thing buddy.' The driver replied before speeding off into the night.

The China man now had a place to start looking for clues. The gruesome nature of the murder was at least a start. Often murders like this were doors to the subject of paranormal activity despite any main stream media attempt to play those themes down.

The China man needed as much information as he could so he pressed the driver for conversation.

'Do you know much about this establishment?' He asked inquisitively.

'The Pig Farm?' Replies the taxi driver thinking the China man means the place they just left.

'No, Mistress, The Mistress.' The China man corrects him.

'Oh boy, I'll be straight with ya pal. That's the type of place you take that bit of skirt you have on the side that your wife don't know about. If you're that way inclined of course.' He said with a mischivious grin.

'Was someone murdered there?' Replies the China man; more interested in the misdeeds of killers rather than adulterous husbands.

'Yeah, to be honest I was kinda shocked when you asked to go there. People been whispering about it; even think it could have been a werewolf; an alien; you know how people talk.' As the driver says this he strokes his mustache and adjust his cap all while concentrating on the road.

'I think what's got people the most shaken up though pal; is that the authorities don't seem none too concerned about what happened despite the gruesome nature of it.' The China man stares off into the night as the driver leads the conversation.

'If you want my opinion; there was no sign of forced entry; nothing went missing. Just a dead guy missing his thorax and the upper cavity of his chest. Sounds like some kind of government hit squad or something. Guy's name was Tommy Reid; bit of a hustler, liked his girls, always cheated on his wife.' At this point the driver started to look a bit nervous while again grooming his mustache.

'I knew him, friendly but slimey motherfucker. Use to fuck crack whores, rip 'em off for $10 a blowjob. Nasty shit like that, wouldn't surprise me if he offered the maid at The Mistress a few dollars to jump his bones.' The driver had the China man's full attention at this point. He'd been more informed than that of the barmaid back at 'The Pig Farm.'

'Just be careful pal; lot of bad things happen to people these days. The people who should be looking out for them ain't either.' The drivers tone was sincere as he pulled into the carpark of 'The Mistress.'

'That'll be ten dollars pal.' The driver said as the China man exited the vehicle.

'Keep the change.' He replied handing him twenty dollars.

'Happy vacation pal, just remember what I told ya.' The driver stated as he received payment.

The China man headed towards a small building lit up with a blue neon light stating reception. The Mistress was your typical American motel with a tall sign at the front and a large carpark. To the left handside of the lot there was a long one storey beige building split off into rooms with one window each. The reception was a small seperate building with a light on inside revealing painted red walls. The China man approach the desk where a large, grubby, bald man sat in a vest.

'Hello, I would like a room for the next 3 days would that be possible?' He asked politely.

'Cost ya two hundred and ten dollars.' The man replied while shovelling a sandwich into his mouth.

'That's fine.' The China man replied placing his stick against the counter while searching his wallet for the money.

'Room 6, right at the back.' Grunted the bald man while throwing the key on the counter. The China man handed him the money which went in the guy's pocket. His attention resumed to a portable TV which was placed at the other end of the reception desk.

The China man clearly tired proceeded to his room with his stick used as an aid. The heat and the attempted assault on him had clearly taken it's toll. He came to his room, opening the door with the key provided. It was painted a murky green color with wooden brown skirting boards; a double bed with brown sheets lay at the center of the room with a bed table and lamp with no shade. The only other distinguishing feature was a cupboard at the back of the room which was an enclosure in the wall with sliding wooden doors. The room smelt like a combination of vomit and body odor but the China man was that exhausted he didn't care. After closing the door and making sure it was locked he collapsed face first on to the bed. All enquries into the young Daisy May's disappearance were put on hold. Sleep was the only issue on the China man's mind that could lead to the fruition of his objective.

Back at 'The Pig Farm' it had just hit one 'am' and the party was just getting started. That red-headed barmaid the China man had had just as many drinks as the patrons at the bar and there was definitely a stagger in her step. She served a handsome guy at the front of the bar his bottle of lager while he glared at her lustfully.

'Hey Lilith, I think it's about time we caught up on our business don't you?' He said to her in a menancing tone. The guy was average build but lean and muscular; he had a large square head but a handsome face and a chiselled jaw. His hair was neatly brushed but with a jerry curl at the front which lay on his forehead. He had a dominate presense in the bar wearing a black t-shirt, sleeveless denim jacket with matching blue jeans.

'Back off Terence, you know you need to pay for my attention jackass!' Lilith replied clearly not liking the guy's attention; at least not on this occasion.

Terence clearly didn't like being rejected, especially by a hooker who worked part time as a barmaid. He grabbed the top part of her thin arm and whispered menacingly in her ear 'You know who I am cunt; now you best that sweaty ass round back so I can fuck it.'

Tactfully Lilith changed demeanor; strangely it's like she could change role convincingly to those who she interacted with.

'OK sugar, OK I know you're the mack daddy, my cunt gets especially wet for you.' Lilith said convincingly.

'Alright 5 minutes and am gon' wanna cum so you best finish up.' Terence replied convinced at Lilith's submissive stance to his advances. In truth she was like a chameleon; how was it earlier she had managed to play the 'good girl' to the China man and appear so genuine?

Terence waited by the two red dumpsters at the back of bar; the back entrance was lit up but near the dumpsters it was dark although you could see. Terence stood there leaned against the wooden paneling of the outside of the bar. Pretty drunk himself he would no doubt lose a confrontation in the state he was in. That was the last thing on his mind now though; all he could think about was Lilith's pale behind. Her thin sexy legs and red painted toe nails, her large bust on her short five foot frame.

'Been waiting long sugar?' Lilith cooed as she seemed to appear out of no where.

Drunk but slightly starteled Terence sprang up from the wall. Realizing it was Lilith he went back to his 'tough guy' demeanor stating 'Get here and suck this dick cunt.'

'You know you could talk a little nicer to a girl? Even if she is just fucking you for money.' Lilith replied in her 'hill billy' accent.

Terence too drunk to give her a clever reply staggered forward while pulling down the zipper to his jeans. He reveals an eight inch vein covered penis to Lilith and gestures his head drunkenly towards it.

'Ooooo he is a big boy, just how I remember.' Lilith says playfully while going to her knees and laying his shaft on her face. She slowly works her tongue up and down it as if to tease it into staying erect. Terence lets out a groan of pleasure while raising his chin up to the night sky.

'Awww is it better than that wife of yours honey?' Lilith teases which only seems to add to Terence's pleasure.

She now envelops his shaft in her mouth, slowly sucking up and down it slowly before flicking her tongue right at the end of the tip. Stopping the mouth action for a moment she strokes up and down the penis now lubed with saliva.

'Now you need to pay this time honey, you know that right? Mr North takes a cut from me if you remember right?' Lilith says as she continues to pleasure the aroused biker.

Terence is too drunk to reply and just groans in pleasure; Lilith takes that as a signal to continue sucking his penis. After doing that for about another minute she stands up and pulls down her denim hot pant before propping both hands on the dumpster to the right hand side of them.

'Now you better not be too drunk for this you limp dick jackass.' Lilith states as she presents her rear end to Terence.

Unsteady on his feet, Terence unties his belt and throw his jeans to the ground. With them still at his feet he shuffles forward and molds his erection into Lilith's vagina.

She groans this time herself as Terence unsteadily grips on to her hips. He starts off slowly rubbing his erection in and out of Lilith's vagina.

'Better than your fat wife's cunt huh? You gonna cum? You dirty, cheap bastard? Lilith shouts at him clearly aroused but angry at the same time. Terence gets just as aroused from the encouragement and slaps Lilith's behind, her right butt cheek as he speeds up.

'You better fucking cum, dirty bastard. These milky, fat tits are better than your wives!' Lilith continues clearly lacking the class of a barmaid at this point.

Her dirty talk clearly encourages the violent biker as he speeds up his pounding penetration to a pace that clearly surprises him as well. Soon afterwards he lets out a groan of 'Urrrrrrgh!'

Terence collapses on to her back as Lilith just about manages to remain steady holding on to the dumpster.

'You done? Terence? You done, I need you to pay you know that right?' Lilith isn't too concerned about her own pleasure at this point as she about her payment. Terence doesn't reply as he struggles to pull up his jeans and tie his belt. Lilith pulls up her own pant and buttons them as Terence tries to stagger away.

'Get back here you dirty, cheating sack of cunt and pay me.' Lilith shouts into the night.

'Fuck you, you know my gang cunt.' Replies Terence clearly too intoxicated for confrontation at this point.

The wind suddenly blows and Terence suddenly finds himself pinned against the back of the bar by his throat by Lilith. Her eyes blood red, her teeth with protruding fangs and her voice with a kind of interdimensional echo.

'I WARNED YOU CUNT! I FUCKING WARNED YOU!' Lilith's now warped voice threatens. Before Terence can work out how Lilith slammed him against the wall so quickly with her fragile looking frame, she tears into the right side of his neck with her teeth. Biting and tearing the flesh away before sucking away at the wound; all Terence can do is scream as the music from The Pig Farm booms away in the background. Lilith starts to tear again at his neck which seems to silence her biker victim. Once she feasted enough on the blood she allows Terence's corpse to drop and slump against the bar. His eyes are still open with his final expression a look of drunken terror on his face.

One of the back doors of the bar swings open and a large round man peers out in a chef's hat and white vest.

'I take it he didn't want to pay again?' States the man looking in the direction of the corpse.

'You men are all the same.' Lilith replies with her mouth covered in crimson red blood.

'Alright, we'll have to be ready for some kind of retaliation, just in case. I don't think they know who we are though and we still have law enforcement.' Replied the chef, clearly use to the bloodshed.

'You see the Chink?' Inquired Lilith still drunk and now leaning on the wall of the bar with both hands.

'Yeah, don't worry, you were this close to him and he didn't know what you were. He's an amateur, he doesn't know what he's looking for.' Replied the chef with a smile on his face.

'Yeah, maybe.' Lilith answered still wary of potential enemies; at this point the chef was dragging Terence's corpse into the kitchen. Lilith followed not far behind lighting a cigarette she'd removed from her cleavage. As the door shut behind them the pair seemed self assured of their abnormal survival at least for tonight. While sex and murder were both pleasurable still for Lilith they had both became products of her financial growth. This had led to a more business like approach to both which required discretion. Yet with growth comes attention and interested parties sometimes use dangerous tactics to maintain their control. When a transaction fails to take place then discretion isn't always possible as gang member Terence found out tonight. Lilith although powerful may have the unwanted attention of a patriarchal biker gang before her head hits the pillow tonight.