On the far side of the road, there was a black van parked, that had dark tinted window, and a satellite dish on the roof. Standing out as plain as dog balls, it was either a government investigation unit van, or…something more sinister. The man who sat in behind the wheel peered through the windscreen, as his chubby offsider, Frank Termon came tottering across the road, after just leaving the club himself. He huffed and puffed as he reached the sliding door on the far side of the van, jumping in after closing the door behind him.
“Well…..is she there?” The shaded man asked, as he looked back over his shoulder at his assistant. Frank was trying to regain his breath, and exhaled loudly before replying.“According to Dmitri, she has been in the VIP room a few hours. Dancers go in…no one comes out.” The shaded man looked back across the road at the entrance to the club, slowly taking off his shades and tossing them on the dashboard of the van. He began to sneer as he reached across and picked up a cross bow, that already had a spiked wooden stake set in its holder.
“Very good. I think it is time that the night was rid of that blood sucking bitch…once and for all.”
The Vampire hunter opened his car door, and slid out as the assistant reached for his hot pocket and took a bite hungrily. Hiding in behind a parked car, the hunter prepped the bow, and pointed it at the entrance, waiting for Isabella to appear.
Jason was right of course, the club was due to be closing it’s doors soon and not only that they had made a fairly big mess of the place. Isabella took her dress off Jason, after he nuzzled the crook of her neck. Teasing her of what pleasures he would bestow on her during the latter part of the night. A sly smile and Isabella put her dress back on, and placed her stockings inside her clutch, not bothering to put them on again. Her hair looked tusselled and she had clearly had her fill of blood, thanks to the blonde dancer from earlier. She didn’t seem too fussed with the blood dolls he was bringing home, so long as she didn’t have to sit near or next to them.
Ready to head out, she opened the door only to see the owner there, with a cleaning crew.
“I take it that our services were to your…taste, my Queen?’ Stan said with a large smile, as she handed over a wad of cash. Isabella toyed with his tie and then brushed her lips to his cheek. “You never fail to please me. I shall return again.”
Taking up the wad of bills, he tucked them in his jacket, while snapping his fingers for his crew to move in and clean up the suite before anyone was none the wiser. That problem out of the way, Isabella sauntered through the remaining patrons, and made her way towards the door, that was opened for her by one of the bouncers. Other people were leaving as well, so when the door opened, there was at least six or more coming out the door, with Jason and his dolls not far behind.
Unbeknownst to Isabella and Jason the Vampire hunter had been waiting patiently crouched behind a red corvette. The hunter watched the crowd slowly disperse before he caught a fleeting glimpse of his intended target Isabella. Slowly and silently the male raised the crossbow before settling a sharpened stake upon the stock while taking careful aim at the Vampire Queen’s chest. With a pulled trigger and a soft click the stake shot off the crossbow before flying straight into the right shoulder of Isabella whom screamed in surprise and agony. As this happened two things would happen the crowd would disperse like a flock of birds after a gunshot while the Vampire Hunter ducked down beneath the red corvette to load another stake. However the plight of his Queen turned the calm and sedate Jason Cox into a rage driven vampire lord. His wings would tear from his back before he bowed his legs and leaped straight upwards and beating the majestic wings. As he floated there aloft his two blood dolls silently whisked the Queen towards the Charger they had come in. It was then the vampire hunter revealed himself to Jason’s eye completely unaware that the vampire lord was above watching. As he took aim for a second shot as the retreating trio Jason would utter a keening hiss that drew the hunters attention. With a paled face the vampire hunter hastily readjusted his aim for the now diving vampire lord who was coming down like a bolt from the heavens. Oh shit had surely hit the fan as a second and third stake whizzed by Jason’s face narrowly missing him. Then with a second keening hiss he would swoop down and envelope the Vampire hunter in a death grip before flying off into the woods with him. Once in the woods Jason would drop the hunter before fading into the shadows and speaking with a venomous hiss. “You dare to strike against the Queen of the night? You shall pay for your transgression with your life…” After speaking his peace complete silence would ensue as the vampire lord watched his victim silently from the shadows. Oh yes he was going to enjoy toying with the vampire hunter briefly before putting him out of his misery.
The suddenness and daring of the attack upon Isabella, left her screaming in agony and rage. The patrons of the club, many of who were her vampire followers hissed and then darted off in all directions, while Jason urged his blood dolls to assist the Vampire Queen to the nearest vehicle, while he went after the Vampire hunter himself. With the piece of splintered stake sticking out either side of her shoulder, she growled and limped away to her car, that was parked not too far from the entrance of the club. There waiting for her, was Luther who was stricken and angered to see his Mistress being attacked.
“Get me home!” Isabella snarled, while the two blood dolls fussed about, only making the Vampire Queen all the more annoyed. “And get these two pin heads out of my sight!”She made it clear, she didn’t want to be touched, as she got into the back of the car, and Luther got the girls to sit in the front with him. It was safer…far safer than being with Isabella at this time.
The charger tore away from the curb and into the flow of traffic. Isabella in the back, started to pull the stake out of her body, using both hands, and gritting her teeth so fiercely that she drew blood from her own lips. There was a gaping hole where the stake had gone through, and it took a lot of energy to seal the hole shut again. Isabella made inhuman cries and howls as the car raced along the night road, the two blood dolls to scared to look back and watch the Vampire Queen suffer in her agonized state. That Vampire hunter was going to pay for this. She had no doubt about it. The tinted window to the back of the car rolled down, and she hurled the splintered and blood soaked stake from the car, where it landed in the gutter with a dull whack. The window then closed up again tight blocking out the street lights. In the darkness of the back of the Charger, Isabella actually shed a single tear….a rarity.
The Vampire hunter had been dropped from a dizzying height by the incensed Jason who now was ready to play a very deadly game of cat and mouse with the hunter.
“You dare to strike against the Queen of the night? You shall pay for your transgression with your life…”
His voice echoed from the shadows, while the Vampire hunter struggled to get to his feet. Spinning around, his eyes searched for sign of the young vampire, and instead of begging for his life, he went on the attack.
“You new? Did she get her filthy claws into you as well? You fool! There is none more evil in all of hell than that skanky blood bride of SATAN. She will use you…and then you will be nothing more than a mindless servant to her whims. I know her far better than you!”
The Vampire hunter screamed out at Jason, still not able to see him in the shadows, which were hiding Jason very well. He took out a cross that he wore on a large chain around his neck, and held it up in defense. Though visibly shaking, the hunter believed this would keep Jason at bay….or would it?
“You cannot…harm me! I am protected by God!”
Jason chuckled softly while shaking his head from the within the shadows. Slowly he circled the vampire hunter without a sound before intentionally breaking a twig to create a loud snap. “Bullshit…..your trying to worm your way into my mind……and you reek of fear….Its only time before the alarm on your life goes off ending in your demise….What shall it be…..dismemberment or something else…and that cross? It will ward off demons…..but not a vampire” Jason would muse aloud not for his benefit but for the terror of the vampire hunter. Oh Jason knew what he was going to do as he continued to circle the vampire hunter. Then with a subtle rustling of wings gave the barest of warning before Jason surged into motion and sped from the shadows with rending claws extended and ready. As he blazed past the vampire hunter he would flash his claws through his chest leaving shallow cuts in his clothing from the left claw before he wheeled around and doing the same with his right only this time he was aiming for a hamstring to cripple the hunter. Nobody got away without repercussions for insulting his beloved Isabella. “There is no god…..There is only death in your future and i will be the one to deliver you the most painful death possible…first I’m going to collapse your left lung with a kick to the chest…” Jason was doubtlessly explaining this to the vampire hunter as a mind game before surging from the shadows once again to leap into the air and deliver a crushing kick to the left side of the vampire hunter’s chest collapsing his left lung as Jason had explained. It was quite clear Jason was going to slowly dismantle the vampire hunter organ by organ which he did with near surgical precision in his blows to the vampire hunter’s body. Then after what seemed ten minutes but was nearly an hour Jason came to a stop in front of the bloodied and beaten vampire hunter. The name is Jason Cox…..and next time we meet it won’t be so pleasurable…..but far more painful….oh wait that’s right….there won’t be a next time you’ll be dead! Then turning on his heel he leaped into the air and flew off towards Isabella’s mansion soaked in both his own blood and the blood of the vampire hunter as dawn grew ever closer. However as he flew home to rejoin with Isabella he made a quick stop at his apartment and picked up a small black box that held within it his mother’s ring. It seemed something dark had taken a hold of the once pure and kind Jason Cox but how would he handle it? Would it eventually consume him and lead him to a dark place he had no hopes of leaving? Or would Isabella be the one to help him find balance in his new life as a vampire? But what was the ring for and for whom?
The Vampire hunter continued to hold up the small cross, shivering with fear for he now was not so sure the tiny holy item would be able to stop the onslaught of the angered vampire. Around and around, the vampire swooped and dived with its large wings blocking out the moon’s rays. This only made the night all the more darker. It was getting hard to see, and the rustle of the wings flapping, along with Jason projecting his voice, had the Vampire hunter clueless as to the exact location.
“STAY BACK!” The Vampire hunter screamed, now terrified, as Jason made his final speel, that included just how and where he would strike.
There is no god…..There is only death in your future and i will be the one to deliver you the most painful death possible…first I’m going to collapse your left lung with a kick to the chest…”
“Death would be better than to end up like you!” The Vampire hunter roared back, his hand dropping the cross in the dirt at his feet. This moment, as the Vampire hunter looked down for his holy relic, he received a full force kick to the left side of his chest, causing massive internal damage to his left lung. The Vampire hunter was coughing up blood, as the attacks blazed on for nearly an hour. The man remaining after this was little more than a shell. Blooded and beaten, with missing teeth, blooded nose, broken bones….and a shattered mind, he could barely hold himself up
The vampire known as Jason stood in front of the quaking hunter, who thought that death was about to be blessed upon him, when instead….Jason made a promise.
“The name is Jason Cox…..and next time we meet it won’t be so pleasurable…..but far more painful….oh wait that’s right….there won’t be a next time you’ll be dead!” With that the Vampire took off into the air, flying off back towards the city, leaving the Vampire hunter sobbing uncontrollably, as he fell into a heap…..his life slowly draining from him
Suddenly, a large paw was seen pressing upon the Vampire hunter’s back, while the large head of a were stared up at the departing Vampire…it let out a long and sorrowful howl, before dragging the body of the unconscious Vampire hunter away.
Luther carried the Vampire Queen into the house, leaving the blood dolls to follow along nervously behind. They were unaware of their surrounds, and their Sire had yet to return. Luther motioned for them to follow, as Isabella was now starting to drift off as dawn was fast approaching. The man servant needed to get her inside and hurried those last few steps. The doors opening automatically, and he took his Queen inside. Crossing the foyer, the security system started to go into its countdown, as the sunlight shutters were rolling down over every window, to stop the day light from getting inside.
Reaching Isabella’s room, Luther carefully carried her to her bed, and lay her down gently, as she murmured softly. He could see that the attack had had an affect on her and brushed his hand over her cheek as she rolled over and dozed off. Safe…at last.
Jason came streaking up the path in a blur with the sunlight hot on his heels. Oh he was cutting it awefully close with this. Then in a burst of speed Jason dropped to his knee’s and slid under the closing shutters with only minutes to spare before they came closing down sealing the house from the sunlight. Jason then stood up after sliding under the closing shutters before slipping out of the bloodied jacket and leaving it in a pile on the floor so that he stood in a blood stained black linen shirt and pants. He then kicked off his boots before walking off to the showers to clean himself up. After cleaning himself of the blood of the hunter he would look to Luther before the man servant turned and prowled away. Jason clad in his black sweats and tank top would settle down into bed with Isabella before dozing off for the day. When he woke that night he would slip silently from the bed before stalking off to retrieve the small black box from his jacket and set it on her nightstand and wrote a small note with a heart containing the words. “Would you Marry me Isabella my Queen? I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.” Then Jason stalked from the bed room and dressed himself in a pair of grey jeans and a white tank top after making his way to his room. Once dressed and groomed Jason would make his way to the living room to pick up a magazine to read as his two blood dolls settled down on either side of him vying for his attention. Though he smiled his mind was on Isabella and her welfare over his own. Silently he would reach the magazine which happened to be about Auto Mechanics as he waited for his beloved Queen to stir and read the note.
The whir of the shutter systems being activated signaled that night had once again come. Isabella stretched and yawned, only to find that she had been put to bed in the same dress she wore the night before. Groaning audibly, she sat up and blinked as she got her bearings. For starters, Jason was not there. Could he have missed the the security system and been left outside to turn to dust? She was about to scream out for Luther, when she spotted a small black box on her nightstand. Isabella didn’t remember having something like that left there. All her jewelry was in the safe. Reaching over to pick it up with her right hand, her fingers touched on a small note, that had a heart on it. Curious, she set the box on her lap and then opened the note up to read it.
“Would you Marry me Isabella my Queen? I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”
A marriage proposal?????
Isabella couldn’t even remember the last time she got one of those. With a shaking hand she then reached for the box, opening it and seeing a beautiful ring inside, one that appeared to be an antique. Snapping the box shut, she climbed out of bed and started to strip off her cocktail dress, racing in the shower to clean herself before even daring to go downstairs. She was muttering and mumbling incoherently, totally out of sorts with this. Did he truly want to marry her? Confusion sunk in, and she hurried to get dressed in a simple black sleeveless dress. Her hair brushed to perfection, she put on her heels, and picked up the note and the ring box, and headed down to the lounge room
Sure enough, there was Jason, with a blood doll either side of him. Both of the women were pawing at him shamelessly, both giving Isabella a filthy look as she entered holding up the note.
“Jason…and…ladies, do you think you could give us a moment please?” She waited for them to leave, before she would round on Jason and hold up the note.
“You want to marry me?”
It might not have been the reaction he had hoped for, but she had never been asked for her hand….with a note before.
Jason nodded slowly as he stood up before moving to wrap Isabella in his arms. “and to make you my queen of the night my lovely Isabella…” The vampire lord then pulled away before looking out into the night sky as he spoke once again. “Isabella you are my heart….my soul….the very reason I reacted the way I did when that vampire hunter took a shot at you…but he won’t get another chance…He’s dead now” Slowly Jason would turn back to face her before reaching for the note to crumple it up. Then he would take the box from Isabella before falling to bended knee and repeating the question that would hopefully unite them through the unlife they lived. “Isabella I know i didn’t do it right the first time but let this be the second and hopefully the right way this time. Would you be my Queen and wife?” Jason spoke with a calm and even tone as he looked up into his beloved’s eyes silently while waiting for the Queen of the night to respond with hopefully a yes. Though the vampire lord was nervous as the day he was quizzed and accepted into the force all those years ago. It was his dream that she would say yes and that they would rule the night together. However he was also ready for a rejection as he hadn’t done it right the first time but instead had taken the cowards way out and left an impersonal note for her.
Now it was just the two of them, with the new blood dolls out of the way. Luther had made himself scarce, and Isabella stood there with the ring box and of course the note that Jason had left on her bedside table. The reason why the Vampire Queen was not impressed by the gesture, was the simple fact that it seemed like a business transaction, and not a trace of love at all. To top it off she came down the stairs to find that he was in the arms of his dolls. Oh..yeah, that made it look all the more real.
Jason got to his feet, and moved to place his arms around Isabella, trying to put forth his reason for the proposal.
“and to make you my queen of the night my lovely Isabella…”
That..didn’t wash. She had been Queen of the Night for centuries, and the sentiment fell flat. Jason pulled away, and Isabella remained rooted in her place, her eyes the only part of her that moved. He became lyrical in his profession of love, how she was his heart and soul, and that he acted out against the vampire hunter, because of his loyalty and love. He also assured her that the Vampire hunter was dead. But was he?
Now Jason decided to go with the old fashioned approach, taking the note from her slender digits and crumpling it up. That was a start at least. he then got down on bended knee and asked her if she would be his Queen and wife.
Isabella thought for a moment, the wheels in her mind turning, and then slowly a smile emerged upon her full lips.
“Yes…yes I will.” Her voice tinged with a delicious purr, as she extended her hand so he might slip the ring on her finger.