Chapter 5

I could’ve broken the sound barrier if I tried. I was flying higher than before, banking and diving to avoid drifting mountain-sized Timeless forms. I hadn’t a care in the universe as I soared about. I only felt pleasure and peacefulness. Kaz had provided me with every drop of the succubitch’s essence. I was higher than high and drunker than fuck as my mind reveled in the sheer pleasure.

He claimed I was unique among those dwelling in the nether realms. I was one of a kind and a total bad-ass! I whooped as I dove back towards the planet beneath me. Nothing could stop me now!

Before we parted, Kaz warned me against trying to kill my creator.

“Yeah, I know. Sebastian is invincible and can’t be killed. Whatever.”

‘I never claimed he could not be destroyed,’ he corrected, ’Only that thou are too weak to do so. Even with thine new power, he dwarfs thou.’

Just the thought of him ruined my buzz, and I instinctively knew where to find him. I halted my descent a few thousand feet above the surface and considered my options as I followed the stench toward his lair. I can’t kill him, but he could be killed. How? Even with my new understanding of demon and undead-kind, I had no answers. Vampires were the ultimate energy-sucking killing machines. Nobody fucked with them. Because they were so rare it never mattered to our kind. They could sustain on nether energy but preferred mortal life—blood, pain, and terror. That was the energy they craved.

It was still early by mortal standards,, and I assumed he had claimed his victim for his yearly repast. I shuddered at what the poor human would endure. I decided to fuck up his party any way possible and shot through the darkness. Even though I slept through American History—David Farragut’s immortal words came to mind as if I were at the Mobile Bay battle: “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”

Plan? Who needs a plan? Badass babes like me don’t need plans—we get shit done! That’s just how things work—until they don’t.

Finding the old Spanish Mission was child’s play, and I knew he was inside with his latest victim (another young woman). I crept closer until I found an opening high near the bell tower roof. Slipping inside, I drifted down until I could see inside the chapel.

She could have been my twin. Well ... my mortal twin. She lay naked on the floor with her arms and legs stretched apart. Her pale flesh seemed luminescent in the darkness. Her weak human eyes couldn’t penetrate the blackness to see the evil creature standing naked over her. The right side of her neck was a bloody gash where he had fed. That wound sealed her fate. There was no deadlier venom than a vampire’s fangs. As he stood above her, I saw him stroking his enormous, disjointed erection. He licked his thin pale lips before slowly mounting her to continue his torture and rape. I felt the waves of terror and pain emanating from her mind as she tried to understand her imminent death.

My attack was admittedly short-sighted, but effective. I crashed my body onto his back with a furious shriek. I latched onto his icy cold body and opened my mouth wide with a hiss before slashing at his neck with my savage fangs. Except I had no fangs! Dammit—this was so unfair! I might as well have mounted and gnawed on a redwood tree. I surprised him because he screeched in shock, rearing back in a feeble attempt to dislodge me. No way—no how, mister! I sank my claws into his back, wrapped my legs around his hips, and coiled my tail around his right leg. I was attached to him like a tick as I chewed on his neck, like a toothless chihuahua.

He propelled us backwards towards the stone wall, trying to crush me like a bug. Hah! As if ... In the blink of an eye, I detached myself and flipped over his head while he crashed into the wall. By the time he recovered, I was standing over the girl’s body as she thrashed about, released from his will by the distraction.

“You’re getting slow, old man!” I taunted him as he blinked and focused on me. His expression was a comical mix of outrage and confusion. He floated towards me cautiously.

“What are you?” he hissed.

“Ah,” I pouted, “don’t you recognize me, Daddy dearest?” My tail swished above my head like a wagging finger; its tip formed into a wicked scorpion-like point. “Really, I’m hurt!” I feigned a sob. “It’s only been a year.”

His expression became more shocked as he recognized the truth of my words and struggled to fathom how it could be. “Impossible!” he declared.

“Yes,” I mused, swishing my tail, “That’s been the consensus. But I won’t let it stop me from ending you.” His victim groaned beneath me and struggled weakly. My tail lashed out with a crack, piercing her skull like a melon and silencing her forever. Her struggles ceased.

Sebastian shrieked in outrage, darting towards me, insane with fury. You thought succubitch was pissed when I tweaked her tail? Lemme tell you, Daddy-O put her to shame. He was spittin’ mad! Fortunately (for me), he was about as fast as a three-legged goat, having not fed in a year. When he closed on me, I darted up and over his outstretched claws, turning to taunt him some more.

“That all ya got, you old fucker?” I teased, “this will be easier than I thought.”

“You shouldn’t be!” he spat as he whirled to face me again. “How is it even possible?”

I darted to the side as he grabbed for me. “I suspect it has to do with all the sperm you pumped into me that night,” In truth, I had no clue, “since you gave me none of your blood to facilitate the transformation. Hence, my hybrid form.”

“It matters not,” he declared, “you must be destroyed.”

I didn’t care for the sudden look of cruel determination in his blood-red eyes. “Catch me if you can, motherfucker!” I jeered, shooting up the bell tower and out the open window. In a dead heat he could’ve caught me and perhaps even beaten me. But I was alive with energy and flew circles around his tired old ass. He could neither anticipate nor counter my random turns, dives, and jinks. I mocked him as we rose into the night sky.

I felt his rage and evil determination as he pursued me. Once, he got close enough to grab my foot and drag me back. I slashed his face with my razor-sharp tail, stunning him long enough to free myself and flit away.