Bathory Blood

The Rise of Erzsebet Bathory

Glen's leap toward the window in her bid to escape was cut suddenly short as Lucius, arriving there first, backhanded her across the face, sending her flying into the opposite wall, some ten feet away. She felt no pain upon impact, nor when she landed heavily on the floor amid a shower of plaster. Not knowing how best to react, Glen lay still, hoping that perhaps feigning unconsciousness would be enough for them to leave.

"I can handle this," Lucius said, affecting his demonic voice to its utmost potential. "We'll take her somewhere and have a little fun. What do you think?"

"I'd f**k her," remarked Fumio, a tall Japanese man of around twenty-five with boyish good looks and thick black hair. He was wearing jeans and a white vest to show off his muscles which looked even more pumped with the vampire blood coursing through his veins.

"She's taken the blood," Lucius had noted that the impact had barely bruised her. "I know you can hear me. Stand up, let's see what you've got." Lucius and his friends all tensed, ready for a fight.

What I've got, thought Glen? What do I have, exactly? Despite the taunt, Glen felt it best to continue playing dead. Even if she had something, she doubted it would be of much use against four males. Had Glen known that within the vampire species, men and women are of equal power and strength, she might well have felt differently about her position. However, she didn't, so she could only lay there, a helpless victim.

Despite his bravado, knowing that Glen had consumed vampire blood made Lucius a little nervous, so he nodded toward Fumio, who, being the bravest and perhaps most foolhardy, was always the first into any fight.

"Then I get to f**k her first," Fumio grinned and approached Glen without hesitation, grabbing her shoulder and lifting her into a standing position. "You sure she's high?" Fumio asked upon finding no resistance at all. Fumio kissed her mouth, forcing his tongue inside, wrestling with her own. He pushed her against the wall, his hands mauling her body. "She's making me hard," he said, then kissed her again. Such a sweet mouth. I think it should be wrapped around something more significant." Fumio forced Glen to her knees.

"If her mouth is so sweet, then I wanna taste it before you put your tiny wang anywhere near it," growled Magic, a huge, steroid-abusing black man dressed in olive green military attire.

"That's f*****g racist," fumed Fumio, forgetting about Glen for a second. He and Magic had never been close and were always quick to fight.

"It ain't racist. Because you ain't Chinese. If you were Chinese, I woulda called it a tiny Fumio instead." Magic erupted into a deep laugh at his own joke.

"Just kill her and get it over with," said Pierre with a broad French accent. He was actually French-Canadian and, being so incredibly vain, would only ever wear the finest in Italian designer suits no matter where he was going. "Just because you losers have nothing better to do than r**e something so..." Pierre looked at Glen with a disdain born from pure arrogance. "Pathetic, I have a date with three beautiful creatures, and, no, I will not share. They're like exclusive chocolates, each delectable in their own right. To give even one away would mean I would have to miss out. And, I can't have that."

"Then leave," said Magic, who always found Pierre extremely irritating.

"I didn't want to come in the first place." Pierre reminded him. "I'm surprised you're here, Lucius. Fumio would have loved to deal with this on his own, I'm sure."

"Oh, yes," Fumio grinned, grabbing a handful of Glen's hair. "I think she would too? What do you say b***h? Would you have preferred it if uncle Fumio came all on his lonesome?"

"You can go," Lucius advised. "I couldn't be sure what we'd be up against."

"She's just a little girl," mocked Fumio.

"Besides, she's cost me a lot of money." Lucius continued, "I'm going to take my time extracting my losses from her through immeasurable pain."

"Then, gentlemen, I shall bid you adieu." Pierre left, leaving Glen alone with Fumio, Lucius, and Magic.

"Let's just do her here." Lucius ripped off his vest and made his giant pectoral muscles dance a jig. "I'm harder than a motherfucker, and that b***h looks tight."

"She's so fresh." Fumio moaned as he bent to sniff her hair, "So clean. I think she's a virgin."

"Once I've ripped that p***y apart, I'm going to suck it dry." Magic unbuttoned his trousers and pulled Glen around until she was bent like a dog.

"I'll take the head." Fumio stood in front of her head, pushing it onto his groin. "She likes to suck, I can tell."

"You can't tell something like that by looking at a woman." Magic disagreed incredulously.

"Just because you don't know how doesn't mean it can't be done," Fumio teased. "Ain't that right, b***h?" Fumio paused as though waiting for Glen to respond. "Come on, back your uncle Fumio on this."

"Just hurry," Lucius dismissed their actions with an impatient wave of the hand. He wasn't interested in r****g her, only with delivering pain so immeasurable that he could achieve a high from the memory of her screams alone for months. The quicker that happened, the better.

Despite the power coursing through her, Glen was still psychologically tied to the human misconception that females cannot be as powerful as males. As a result of this inherent belief so ingrained within her, Glen barely struggled and allowed Magic and Fumio to manhandle her as they tore at her clothes, then pawed and clawed her body. They laughed and jeered, relishing her whimpers as they told her of what was to become of her. Of how she should never have poked her nose in, of how she was going to suffer for it, and of how much pleasure they were going to derive from her screams.

It was such a description of hell that Glen was putty in their hands, a mere victim awaiting her fate. If only she knew, thought Erzsebet as she watched, naked, from the shadows. It just hadn't been prudent to gather any clothing, given the circumstances.

As much as she would have enjoyed watching the debauched party before intervening, Erzsebet didn't have the energy for titillation. A vampire should never feed on blue blood. Despite it being cannibalistic and frowned upon in every vampire law ever written, it had a detrimental effect in that the energy derived was short-lived and took an eventual toll that was risky given her present condition. But the girl had done so well, she reminded herself. Plus, it was possible that she was still a virgin, the sweetest fruit of all. Why would she allow such filthy, disgusting creatures to defile her? That should be her job.

"Gimme that virgin b***h's hole. You take the head," growled Magic, pushing Furio away. Despite not liking it much, Furio knew that if he ever got into a fight with Magic, he would likely come out the loser, so he never went too far. The infuriating thing for Furio was that Magic knew it too.

"You bite me, and I will rip your face off, OK?" Furio warned, grabbing a handful of Glen's hair. Feeling like a helpless female, she looked into his eyes, trying to find mercy where there was only a sea of blackness. She knew that she was little better than an object to him – a novelty that one quickly tires of.

Lucius noticed it first, a shard of shadow against the wall that grew until it covered Furio. And then Magic spotted her, and his interest in Glen waned. He released his hands from her hips and stepped back.

"You giving up the best spot, bro?" Furio swaggered, not registering Magic's look of total fear.

"Don't just stand there!" Lucius screamed. "Hither." Too late, with a tasty meal and energy boost insight, Erzsebet wasted no more time and ripped a chunk out of Furio's neck. As his blood spurted, she slurped on it hungrily, downing it with a thirst born from four hundred years in a coma.

A vampire's feeding time was usually a less violent affair, but Erzsebet's hunger had the desired effect of putting enough fear into Magic that he ran. He was just a businessman, after all. The vampire stuff was just an expensive hobby. The only reason he was friends with Lucius was the discount, so in the face of actual danger to his person, all deals were off.

With more at stake, Lucius waited, watching as Erzsebet drank her fill. Erzsebet looked up from time to time, keeping an eye on both Lucius and Glen, who was covering her nakedness, staring at Erzsebet the way she did in her dreams – with love. Once she had drunk her fill, Erzsebet dropped Furio to the floor, where he crumpled into a heap, gurgling while attempting to cover the wound in his neck with his shaky hand.

"You stayed," Erzsebet smiled.

"I'm not afraid of you. My family put you down once; we can do it again, bitch." Lucius warned, puffing out his chest, ready for a fight. She was just a woman, after all. Erzsebet laughed at that, and she laughed hard.

"A vampire hunter? Is that what you think you are? No, my dear boy, you are descended from a long, long line of cowards and traitors." Erzsebet gave it a moment for that to sink in. "Hence my surprise when you remained. Of course, you didn't step in to help your friend, did you?"

"It was too late."

“No,” Erzsebet interjected. "Why, he's still alive now. You could have saved him."

"Get back on the bed, I'll call Mom and get this sorted out."

"Mom? Seems things have changed for humans. With a female in charge, your family may actually be a problem. Give her my best."

"If you try to leave, I'll have to stop you," Lucius warned. Erzsebet had no answer for him and instead waved for Glen to come to her. However, Glen was too afraid, and she cowered against the wall.

"Don't be afraid," Erzsebet moved at such speed that it appeared to Glen as though she had disappeared and then reappeared in front of her. Erzsebet pulled Glen's hand free and dragged her to her feet. "There. Just as beautiful in the flesh," Erzsebet smiled, revealing her blood-stained, slightly elongated incisors. "Forgive me, it's been such a while. Come, we have much to learn from each other." Lucius flew in front of them, but Erzsebet grabbed him with both hands, swung him around, and flung him onto the bed. Before he could rise, Erzsebet flew into the air and came down with both feet hard onto his chest, pinning him there. "Silly boy." Erzsebet stroked his jugular vein with a long fingernail. "Well, I've never been one to waste such a tasty meal. I'm sure we shall meet again." Erzsebet jumped down from the bed, allowing Lucius to stand. "Give your mother my best, won't you?" Lucius scurried away as Erzsebet's laughs trailed after him.

Once she had calmed, Erzsebnet set her sights once again on Glen.

"Oh, stop looking so bloody helpless, would you? Stand up straight, woman." Erzsebet commanded with such authority that Glen immediately did so, revealing her sweet body and giving Erzsebet pause. It had also been so long since she had lain with anyone. "You don't have to be afraid of me." Erzsebet soothed. "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already. No, Glen Vanish, you and I are going to be friends. Good, good friends." And with that, Erzsebet passed out, dropping to the floor like a stone.