Béla Book 8: Second Chances
Chapter 12

Copyright© 2013 by DanK

Vampires Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Second chance for the vampire Bela to redeem herself

Caution: This Vampires Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers   Consensual   Reluctant   Lesbian   Hermaphrodite   Science Fiction   Time Travel   Post Apocalypse   Humor   Tear Jerker   Extra Sensory Perception   DoOver   Vampires   Sister   BDSM   Rough   Sadistic   Snuff   Group Sex   Orgy   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Bestiality   Exhibitionism   Body Modification   Violence   Transformation   Nudism   Porn Theatre  

"I've directed the last half-dozen episodes of your Vampire Princess series, trying to improve your flagging viewership," Arturo deMullotto announced to Buck, Ronnie, Tia and Tara, the executive producers, star and interested observer of the series. "This last episode where the twin princesses," he indicated the two identical (except for Tia's Double-Ds) foxy blondes still covered in blood and gore from the battle he'd just directed, "finally defeat Queen Mordia," he nodded to Ronnie, still in her 'chopped meat' makeup, "should be the final episode. By that, I mean we should go out on a bang, not just fade away like so many other 'favorites' that have come and gone after losing their initial momentum."

Some of the cast and crew applauded, some lamented with "boo's" and "oh, no's" while Tara actually looked relieved. "Thank God! Now I can take some time off and go to that observatory in Germany," she said to her adopted little family.

"I would like to point out," Ronnie replied, "that some of the decrease in our viewership is that there are simply less people around to watch our show. We still have the same percentage of viewers per hundred that we've always had."

"After all," Buck got in his two cents, "there is always going to be a certain percentage of people who are fascinated by blood and guts and chopping up beautiful women," he grinned, openly admiring Ronnie's sliced breasts and all the knife wounds in her arms, legs and stomach, some of which were real, having been necessary to inflict during her death scene.

Ronnie stood there, breathing heavily and in obvious discomfort but no longer bleeding from her wounds as the witch-fire coursing through her veins repaired the damage from within.

"But there is no point to the show any longer," Arturo pointed out, seeming to look mostly at Ronnie, "and unless a new plot direction is forthcoming..." he frowned as he watched a long cut in Ronnie's torso slowly close, a faint, almost invisible glow flickering beneath her skin as it healed. He could almost hear Ronnie's soft sigh and watched as she closed her eyes for a moment, a slight smile appearing on her face.

"Um ... forthcoming, where was I? Oh, yes. This series will no longer draw an audience," Arturo concluded. "You will need something new."

Everyone stood around for a few moments, then Ronnie asked, "What observatory?"

"Oh, the Max-Planck Institute in Bonn," Tara replied, grinning. "I'm doing my doctorate there, now that I'll have some free time from the series." She glanced over at Buck and Ronnie, hoping they would support her in this.

"You want to go look at some stars?" Buck asked, clearly not understanding why any female with such a delectable stomach that needed carved into so often would want to leave Artistic Suicides. She was one of his best draws.

"It's a radio telescope, Uncle Buck," Tara explained. "I can use my math degree to help catalogue stellar objects, and besides, they invited me. Somebody there must have actually read my dissertation on The Seventy Moons of Jupiter – A Mathematical Supposition for the Existence of an Invisible Moon. It offers an explanation of why Jupiter's 'big four' have recently shifted in their orbits. There is another large moon held in a sort of sun-synchronous orbit behind Jupiter."

"Jupiter has seventy moons?" one of Tia's classmates, an extra for the show, asked.

"Sixty-nine, officially," Tara replied, sounding smug in her scientific knowledge. "Several have been discovered in the last century, but most of the moons are just asteroids that have been caught up in Jupiter's gravity well – like the moons of Mars. If you look at those through a telescope, they aren't round at all – just big, clunky-looking rocks."

"How many real moons does Jupiter have, then?" somebody asked.

"There are four big ones," Tia interrupted, tired of being left out of the conversation. "Io, Europa, Ganymede and Calisto. Those are the 'round' ones – the rest are, like Tara says, just a bunch of spinning rocks.

"What?" she asked as Tara tilted her head and raised her eyes to glare at her. "Astronomy is a physical science..."

"I thought your specialty was chemistry," Tara growled, inferring that she should 'keep out of my specialty!'

"It is, but Astronomy's interesting, too." Tia pouted. "And besides, if you're going to Bonn, so am I!"

"What? Why?"

"Because maybe I like being with you?" Tia suggested. "And – they're building a spaceport, there."

"When did you find out about this?" Tara demanded, already aware of the project to construct a massive hydroponics station orbiting the Earth that could produce enough food and water internally to house a thousand volunteers. Personally, she thought it was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. Instead of spending an incredible amount of time, money and personnel on launching enough material into space to even build it, why couldn't a similar sized dome be constructed on the ground where crops could be shielded from the sun's radiation?

"In case you don't know," Tia informed her twin, "other people have noticed that we're all gonna DIE if mankind stays on Earth! You're not the only one with the mathematical skills to predict the demise of humankind."

"Okay, girls," Arturo interrupted the twin's spat, "we're not here to save mankind – we're here to entertain it. Any ideas?"

"I'd like to start a game show," offered Buck. The others looked at him, waiting. "I'd call it Face the Consequences! It'd be all-female contestants, and if they miss the question or fail to solve a puzzle, they get axed!" He grinned as he imagined it, then Ronnie poked her elbow into his side. "Not literally," he complained as he rubbed his side.

"That's redundant," Arturo said, dismissing the ludicrous idea. "And you can do that without me."

"You're quitting, then?" Ronnie asked.

"Retiring, actually," Arturo grinned, "Vampire Princess has netted me a small fortune, and I know just who I want to spend it on." He looked over at Cyndi, who was sitting on a bench, waiting for the big powwow to be over. Evidently, he'd fallen bad for the girl when he'd directed her demise in an earlier episode and was overwhelmed with joy at the fact that she didn't die at the end of the scene like she should have.

"What can we do with Artistic Suicides then?" Buck asked, clearly upset that his main source of income had just vanished.

"We can still do Tri-D's" Ronnie told him. "We can use Tia's students if they want to stay with us." She kissed him on the cheek and added, "and even if they don't, I can train new Suicide Hopefuls how to use witch-fire so we don't murder any of them by accident."

"We're still getting applicants?" Buck asked.

Ronnie nodded. "You'd like them. Some want to be on Vampire Princess and they'll be disappointed that the series is cancelled. Several others have their own death scenes all figured out; one wants to be mugged in a dark alley, then raped by a gang of hoodlums and stabbed. Both her mother and her older sister died that way."

"Huh! If the mother got caught in a dark alley," Buck reasoned, "why would the sister ever go into one?"

"Perhaps for the same reason our applicant wants to," Ronnie replied. "She wants to rejoin her family."

"With you in charge," Buck chuckled, "that ain't likely to happen..."

"No, but she'll be happier afterward ... I don't know anyone who isn't more content with life once she's learned witch-fire...


That was the end of the Vampire Princess Tri-D series, and the end of Tia and Tara's involvement with Artistic Suicides, as well. Arriving in Bonn, Germany, the twins were both welcomed to the Max-Planck Institute which, aside from having the largest radio telescope in the world, was also assisting in Germany's Space Program.

A year after they arrived, twenty-six-year-old Tia was invited into one of the listening stations (the Institute had several, monitoring different aspects of their intra-stellar surroundings, including the sun's ever more deadly plasma flare-ups which were registered in the Thermosphere where the Aurora Borealis manifested itself, and the Exosphere, the outermost and thinnest layer of atmosphere where, among other things, nuclear detonations could be magnetically detected).

"We have been monitoring the Americans for some time," Dr. Wolfgang Guthnick said to the young protégée. "For the past several years, a group has been building a space station in the upper levels of the thermosphere which has, for some unknown reason, maintained a stationary orbit above the central part of North America."

"Unknown reason?" Tia asked, looking up at her admired professor with earnest. She expected he had something exciting to tell her, and she was anxious for him to get on with it.

"Yes," he explained. "To achieve a stationary orbit above a single point on the Earth's surface requires a minimum distance of twenty-two thousand miles. This object is barely at the edge of the atmosphere – as I mentioned, it is orbiting in the thermosphere, barely a hundred miles above the surface."

"Then it's obviously a powered craft of some sort," Tia conjectured, more than a little curious, now, as the Bonn Spaceport was about to launch its first in a series of orbital platforms. She was astonished that the Americans already had one in orbit.

"I thought so, too," Wolfgang told her. But there is no evidence of any gasses being emitted from the craft to control its altitude and attitude."

"Huh. That simply means," Tia frowned as she thought about it, "the American's are using some sort of ... electromagnetic means ... of holding it in position."

"That thought also occurred to me," Worfgang replied, smiling as his favorite student grasped the problem he presented her so quickly. "But..."

 
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