All the soldiers were dead, all except for one; S.P.E.A.R agent Hills. Unlike the rest of the soldiers this one was a woman.
She was held by Vanessa, the last queen of the vampires, a mad and feral woman whom enjoyed pleasure and pain as if they were one in the same.
Vanessa had lost her kingdom and vampires were scattered and disorganized. Retreating into splintered factions.
The dark queen’s long red nails dug into the flesh of the soldier, she ran her free hand against the supple flesh of her victim, Hills’ clothes had been torn off savagely and allowed her ample chest freedom from her constricting combat uniform.
The soldier looked at her attacker; glowing red eyes that sparkled and shone like brilliant rubies surrounded by black sclera. The bottom of her face was caked with blood, pure white fangs shone from the red of her mouth. Vanessa wore a tattered black dress that appeared to have been regal and fancy once upon a time. Her bare pale feet contrasted against the blood and viscera that coated the floor of the apartment. Limbs of the woman’s comrades strewn about, tears streamed from her eyes as the vampire picked them from her terrified face.
“Shhhh, no need for tears sweet one. You have the honor of sustaining me.” she said, her voice both alluring and off putting at the same time.
Agent Hills’ eyes went even wider as Vanessa slowly ran her mouth from her captive’s breast all the way to her neck, licking and kissing as she does so.
“After all, I cannot be expected to feed off of a disgusting and lowly man. Women are much more superior, beautiful, and…”She spoke softly, as if to a lover.
She then sunk her teeth into the agents neck, drinking from her greedily. She only stopped to speak once more,
“…delicious.” She finished and continued draining the soldier, her life slowly leaving her.
With a sickening thump the women crumbled to the floor in a bloodless heap, just another body amongst the others.
Vanessa licked her fingers of the maiden’s blood she enjoyed so much and lazily looked toward the blue and red lights and sirens getting closer. The vampire looked from the the window to the bodies that littered the apartment and back to the window. She exhaled,
“That was a fast response, I suppose I did get rather carried away.” She said reflecting on the horrifying mess she’d made.
Vanessa took a moment to adjust her long, ratty mess of blonde hair. She looked back with satisfaction at the nightmares she’d cause the responding officers to have before jumping out the window. Large black bat like wings erupted from her back and she took off into the cold night.
Finally the former vampire queen had returned to her recent hideout; an old clock tower on some abandoned skyscraper, scheduled for demolition any week now. She entered through one of the lower floors and made her way through the decrepit halls of rust and rubble up to the clock tower’s interior, the clock face’s were covered in an old thick cloth to prevent sunlight from penetrating. The room was lit with string lights and candles that stood atop human sculls, other human bones were hanging from the ceiling among draped red cloth.
Her wings retreated into her back and she sat down on an old couch that was covered in a deep red cloth. The undead woman thought back to the S.P.E.A.R soldiers that had attacked her, they were unusually aggressive lately as they had attacked her the last two time she’d gone hunting. She went over to her phone she’d stolen from one of her many latest victims and dialed in a string of seemingly random numbers. Quickly her servant from the other end promptly picked up, not wanting to upset his mistress.
Agent Clancy was a S.P.E.A.R agent whom she had claimed with her dark mark, branding him as her slave for the rest of his mortal life, she abhorred having a man as her servant but his position in S.P.E.A.R made him useful to her.
“I need to know if anything unusual had been taking place at that annoying agency of yours.” She spoke as sharp as her fangs.
Her slave informed her of a recently turned vampire who had joined the organization as an agent, this piqued Vanessa’s curiosity, the organization was known to use magical beings from time to time but this was especially concerning. She was disgusted that one of her kind would associate willingly with those people. The blonde quickly hung up, skipping pointlessly pleasantries that would be wasted on a lowly male.
“Well, I might have to look into this Agent Meyers. Personally.” She said as she Ickes her lips.