Fuckin’ Hardcore

Fuckin Hardcore
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HOLLYWOOD, CA – 2.31 AM – October 31st

Paul heard the throb of the music coming from inside the Death Row Club. It was like a heartbeat; strong, steady, exciting.

He sat alone in the diner across the street, his nose buried in a well-worn book. His copy of Vampire Red by Lily Transyl was already tattered, the spine rubbed and cracked, the cover creased, and some pages dog-eared from folding them over to keep his place.

Certain paragraphs in the book had been marked with luminous yellow highlighter pen. But now, after reading Vampire Red so many times, Paul barely needed to consult the text any more – he could recite page after page without faltering and swore that he knew the entire book by heart.

And he was sure that Lily Transyl could read his mind, he was sure that Lily had written Vampire Red just for him. It was the book he had always wanted, the book he would have loved to write and the book that he would treasure forever. And tonight, he would do what he’d always wanted to do, inspired by Lily’s words, sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was telling him to carry out his will, uninhibited.

Excerpt from Vampire Red by Lily Transyl…

…He knew what he wanted. He’d always known. And this was the night he was going to get it. There had been so many years of pain and suffering, so many years of self-doubt and guilt. But denying what he craved, what he needed, was just delaying the inevitable.

He wanted blood.

He wanted it hot and wet and running over him in rivers. He wanted in in his hands, wanted it smeared over his lips, his body, tracing a warm path to his insides as it flowed down his throat soothing the beast that had raged inside him since he could remember.

And tonight – after all these tortuous years of suffering and solitude – he would have blood…

He sighed as he closed the book. She was telling him to do it. Telling him that it was OK, she understood. It wasn’t his fault. He needed it – it was just the way he was and it was all alright. The book said it.

He knew she was giving him her blessing. Lily knew what he wanted. Lily was a kindred spirit…

Paul’s body seemed to vibrate with excitement, anticipation tightening each muscle with deliciously painful little knots.

God, please let her be there. Please let her be there. I need this.

He waited patiently.

Each time the music swelled as the front door of the club was opened, Paul would feel a shock of electricity running through him as he searched the throng of bodies for her.

She called herself Belladonna.

He tapped his foot rapidly on the floor, on edge with anticipation as he read and chewed on his black-lacquered thumb nail. He tutted at himself, worried in case a chip of nail polish was wedged in his teeth. It would absolutely ruin the look of his custom fangs if they were covered in flakes of bitten off nail varnish.

Paul’s heart almost shot into his throat as he saw her curvaceous, killer body strut out into the night air as if she owned it, as if the very street she walked on belonged to her.

Dozens of people outside spoke to her as she passed by. She said nothing, but threw them a smile and carried on her way down the street.

The air had been humid inside the club and her skin glowed in the moonlight, shimmering with a touch of sweat. Her clothes, black shining rubber, looked fluid. Paul imagined smearing black liquid latex over her body, smoothing his hands over her curves, the swell of her breasts and the tight buds of her nipples.

“Gothic flesh,” he whispered, and licked his lips.

As he stepped out into the night he began to perspire profusely, his clothes wet through in moments. He trembled violently as adrenaline raced through his system.

Tonight’s the night.

Tonight they will come.

Belladonna took the same route from the club every time. She was always alone. Paul had often wondered why she was always on her own – such a stunning, fuckable chick would surely have her pick of men or women.

He picked up his pace as she reached the dark alley she always took. Paul had the notion that she was inviting an attacker, practically goading him to do his worst.

Oh, yeah. Bitch is asking for it. She wants this as much as I do. I’ll make her famous. We’ll both be famous.

He was mesmerized by her form, bathed in alternate flashing red and darkness from a buzzing neon sign that read Live Sex! He was entranced by the gentle sway of her ample ass as she sashayed down the alley. He imagined taking a bite out of it as if it were a huge, fleshy peach, and instead of sweet, sticky juices running over his face, there would be the piquant taste of her blood.

The degradation of his surroundings aroused him – he knew what went on in this alley, day and night. Blood crushed into his cock and he adjusted himself as his tight pants became uncomfortable.

He inhaled deeply and smelled the scent of piss, old and new, and his eyes rolled as the thick soles of his black boots squelched onto a spent condom. A discarded hypodermic smashed beneath his feet and he wondered if there was death in the blood residue.

He looked down a dark side street, just off the rancid alley and saw bodies writhing together among piles of festering trash. His lip curled in disgust but all the while his cock grew steadily harder.

Belladonna half-turned her head and slowed her pace – she knew somebody was following her, somebody who was breathing heavily, breath baited in anticipation of something. She rolled her eyes.

Paul was sure she was allowing him to catch up with her after he’d been distracted by the white trash side show in the garbage.

Ever-so-slowly, she turned around.

Paul stumbled backward against the slick alley wall as his knees buckled and all the strength drained out of his body.

Her eyes were wild, the irises black and shining. But there was something behind her eyes, something feral, something ancient, that shone, iridescent like illuminated amber – the glint in a cat’s eyes catching the light.

She grinned at him as she reached out and grabbed him by the throat, effortlessly raised him clear off the ground and slammed him into the wall. As his mouth opened in a vain attempt to scream, she could see his custom fangs glistening with his excited saliva.

As she spoke, he could see the gleaming white tips of two pin-sharp incisors.

“What you gonna do, badass, bite me?”

Paul tried to scream but she was squeezing the air from his throat, crushing his larynx and his vocal cords.

“All you fucking wannabe vampires – you’re giving us a bad rep.”

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Product Details
File Size: 183 KB
Print Length: 14 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.55