Bathory Blood

Clothes and Blood

With all that had happened the previous night, Glen should have been sleeping like a baby, especially after coming down from the vampire blood. Instead, she was sat in her rocking chair watching as Erzsebet studied the internet. Erzsebet had learned fast, Glen noted, as she swirled the mouse and clicked away like she'd been doing it for years. It wasn't the constant annoying click, click, click of the mouse punctuated by occasional bashing of the keyboard that was bothering Glen, though. It was the knowing that Erzsebet was going out soon. Darkness had fallen a couple of hours ago, and it was almost nine.

"You must have been well educated." Glen ventured.

"You want to keep me talking so that I don't go out." Erzsebet dismissed, "Your ploy will not work."

"No, I..." Glen lied, "The way you picked up using the computer, it shows that you must have been very well educated."

"You humans," Erzsebet sighed, viewing images from the second world war on the screen in front of her, "Always fighting. It seems things got a lot worse once we were not around to take care of you anymore."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"Perhaps later," Erzsebet smiled over the top of the monitor. "Right now, I'm famished.." Erzsebet moved to the window and opened it, relishing the stiff breeze as it filled her lungs. It had been so long, she thought as she stepped out onto the ledge.

"What time will you be back?" Glen asked, but her voice had already faded as Erzsebet thrust herself out of the window and floated gently to the ground. The streets were quiet, so Erzsebet's descent went unnoticed. However, as she walked, the baby blue pajamas she was wearing began to draw attention.

Erzsebet immediately realized what was getting her noticed and decided that the first thing she would do was get some clothes. She ignored the w****s, pimps, drug dealers, and their customers as she walked along the night strip that was always busy. As she walked, a billboard up ahead caught her attention. The poster depicted a female wearing a long black cape and was entitled Lady of the Night. Not realizing that it was a strip club, Erzsebet approached the large, dark bouncer standing who was blocking the door. He eyes her suspiciously, already shaking his head, not prepared to let anyone in dressed as she was.

"Cecil," Erzsebet remarked, and then, when he frowned in surprise at her knowing his name, "You will let me in, won't you?" As he met Erzsebet's eye and lost himself within, he forgot himself and stepped aside. "Thank you, Cecil; all the best to your wife and family." Erzsebet moved past him and into the club, drawing strange looks from the primarily male customers as she walked through the lobby. She found a quiet table and took a seat just as the lights went down.

A whoop and a cheer came from the male audience as Elvira, dressed in a long black dress, opened low at the chest, revealing the curves of her more than ample breasts, along with a long black cape that had attracted Erzsebet.

Devilish music, played by a background violinist, played, and Elvira danced around the stage, snarling, showing her dentally implanted fangs. Men cheered and called for her to join them on their laps while others threw money at her. Elvira knew how to play the crowd, for how long to tease them before she removed the cape. Her long black dress was slit at the side almost to the hip, showing off her equally dark fishnet stockings.

At one point, Elvira noticed Erzsebet staring back at her with a bemused expression on her face, and she frowned. It was the frown of somebody who knows something is wrong but can't explain why they feel that way. Perhaps she put it down to the strange way Erzsebet was dressed, but if she had listened to the brain in her gut rather than her head, she would have escaped and possibly saved her life. Erzsebet wanted two things from Elvira, her clothes and her blood.

But, the show must go on, and Elvira's shows were the only things putting money on the table. A girl's gotta work, and, my, did Elvira know how to do that. She flipped the cloak first, twirling it around before tossing it to the floor. Elvira had made the mistake of throwing the cape into the audience, only for them to keep it as a memento of their night, too many times. It was always the guy who never tipped too. Caps like that didn't come cheap as they were hand-tailored by a friend out of crushed velvet in midnight black and a gorgeous blood redlining in silk. Next to come off would be the stockings, rolled ever-so-slowly down each leg, tantalizing the audience, making them hard. That was all that mattered. Her feelings were never in the equation. To the men who came to her show, she was an object of fantasy and had no existence other than that.

Naked, Elvira collected the money strewn across the stage, being sure to give every man close enough an eyeful of her assets every time she bent. Elvira had noticed that the strange lady in blue pajamas had gone by the time she finished the show. It was a complete surprise to her when she found the peculiar lady waiting for her upon entering her dressing room. Erzsebet was sitting in the eight-by-eight room furnished with a vanity table, chair, a mirror, and a rack for hanging clothes.

"You better get the f**k out of here right now, b***h. I'm not in the mood for bullshit tonight." Elvira dumped her clothes onto the chair, opened a drawer in the vanity table, pulled a gun, and pointed it at Erzsebet.

Erzsebet knew that it was called a gun, and she had seen on the internet that it was something humans used to kill other humans. She had wondered about it; it was such a powerful weapon that could totally destroy a human body, but what if it was a vampire's? She just had to test it. Surely something created by humans couldn't be so bad.

"I swear to God, lady," Elvira warned. "Please, just stop. I will do it." Elvira waited until Erzsebet was a few inches away before pulling the trigger. The impact of the bullet hitting her sent Erzsebet flying into the wall on the other side of the room. Elvira was panting, she'd never shot anybody before. Thought about it lots of times. Especially when customers tried to break into her room or, worse when waiting outside to profess their undying love. "Cecil!" Elvira screamed, "I just killed somebody."