Bathory Blood

The w***e

The city after midnight was where it was at for Femi. He never felt more at home than when trawling the streets, passing drug dealers, w****s, and thugs. Many of them knew him and nodded or stared daggers at him as he walked by. Especially the w****s. Nobody knew Femi better than them.

Still high on the blood given to him by Minerva, Femi had an extras bounce in his step. Although he was careful not to give too much away. For all who looked at him, he just looked like a confident brother, out for a stroll through the city's nightlife.

Lights flashed, beckoning him with the LED promise of sexy ladies, or boys, along with cheap drinks. Some establishments had 'Greeters' outside. The Greeters were usually attractive people who try every trick in the book to get you inside with one of their promotional leaflets in hand. In normal circumstances, Femi would have been an easy mark, but not tonight. Tonight was about making money, not spending it.

He walked to the end of the street, where the clubs and lights finished - and that was when he spotted her. Petal stood out due to her bright pink hair that she always kept tied up high on her head when working. She had elfin features and a slim h****n-chic body with surprisingly large breasts that Femi had sucked and squeezed many times.

Petal was bent inside a car window, her skinny butt wrapped in a leather mini skirt, shaking to and fro as she negotiated with that brutal manner she always used. She'd had a tough life as she was stupid enough to confide in Femi once. It was at a weaker moment in her life. Femi had this way with women, where he'd be as lovely and as charming as it took to take them off their guard. And that was when he would strike. Quite literally, hit them. He got off on their utter surprise from their denial of what had just happened. And then, finally, the way they always succumbed to his dominance and accepted their fates.

As Femi imagined all of the sadistic uses he would put Petal's body through, he took his eye off the game for a while. When he looked back, Petal was gone. There wasn't anyone around, so Femi used his increased strength to leap in front of the car. The driver was a middle-aged businessman who frowned as Femi placed his hands on the hood, peering through to see who was in the car with him.

"What the f**k you want?" The businessman was all bravado, but even in his voice, there was a c***k that gave away the fact that he was worried. Truth be told, he was terrified. He'd heard of all the bad things that happen to people in the city. Imagined what his wife would say when they told her where it happened. She would probably think he was curb-crawling. Femi moved around to the open side window and put his arm inside before the businessman could close it. Seeing that Petal wasn't in the car, Femi moved sharply. He didn't want to waste time; he had no idea how long the blood's effects would last. The businessman drove away, filling the air with expletives as he went. Femi strained his senses, and he picked up the panicked breath of a female. She was running. Barefoot.

Having seen Femi coming toward her, Petal had desperately launched herself into the businessman's car window and offered him a b*****b just for a lift somewhere. True to form, however, Petal had picked one of the good guys. He'd smiled and showed her his wedding ring, expecting that to be an end to it all. That was when she'd offered him the b*****b. He looked at her then with such sympathy that Petal couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her chance, she stole into an alleyway, removed her shoes, and made a run for it.

The going was tough. The city was hardly designed for running through while barefoot, and Petal cursed as a shard of glass sliced open her foot close to the ankle. She knew that she didn't have time to stop. If Femi was chasing her, she would have to move fast. Despite this, Petal could not have known just how quickly Femi could be on this particular night.

Femi kept track of Petal by jumping between buildings and was often just above her. She'd looked up once or twice, sensing him, but he was careful to keep out of sight. He would prefer to catch her just as she thought she had gotten away. The look on her pretty little face would be priceless. He suppressed a chuckle as he watched her run into the park. A bold move at this time of night, but she was desperate.

Petal paused for breath just inside the massive wrought-iron gates of the park that were never closed. She had never seen them closed, anyway, and could never imagine why anyone would want to. It's strange, the things that pass through one's mind, despite the danger, despite one's life being on the line. Petal looked back toward the city and couldn't see Femi. He'd seemed so intent on her that she found it hard to believe he had given up on her.

"Oh, Petal," came Femi's voice from somewhere close. Close, but Petal couldn't see him. She panicked, turning this way and that as though he could spring out at any second. "Up here," he called. Petal looked up at the twelve-story office building facing the park and screamed in horror. Femi was on the roof, waving at her from the top. She had no idea how he had gotten up there, but she didn't want to wait to find out. By the time he got down from there, she fully intended to have cleared the one and a half mile park. So she ran—all hesitation caused by the dangers the park had to offer at such a time, gone.

Of all the groups one might find in the park at that time of night, Jock, Bryan, and George were the worst of all. They were homeless and lived in the park full time. During the day, they would beg and get up to petty crime. Neither one minded a prison sentence for, as they often joked, one gets three meals a day and a warm bed at night.

It was Jock who heard her first, her panicked breaths sounded like s*x noises to his ears, and he pushed Bryan and George, urging them to listen too. They held their breath, and their eyes glinted as they realized it was a woman in distress. They'd made their home in a group of bushes set away from the path, so Jock felt confident that looking over the bush for a look-see would be fine. And what he saw got him excited even more, so excited, he got an erection. For he had seen Petal around, and he knew she was a w***e. She'd walked past him many times, even thrown him a dollar or two on occasion. It looked like she was in trouble like somebody was chasing her. So, he resolved, they would have to be careful. But there was no reason they couldn't drag her off into a bush. Whoever was looking for her would think twice, having to face three men.

Petal had no intention of stopping for breath as she sprinted through the park. Not just because of Femi, but also, everyone knew that lone females shouldn't be in the park at night. It was so well known that Petal knew if something terrible did happen to her, the first thing people would say is, what was she doing in the park at that time of night? Well, they didn't know Femi, and they didn't know her. Petal had spent her entire life doing what was necessary to survive in a world populated by animals. So she ran as fast as she could. She ran so fast, she could feel the wind thundering into her face. There was no way she could be stopped; she was unstoppable.

Petal had never played football, but if she had, she would have realized that the tackle that brought her to the ground that night was professionally executed. Jock didn't waste any time wallowing in glory and, with the help of George and Frank, dragged Petal into the bushes and the clearing they'd called their home for two years.