At the Fetish Parasite

I woke up sometime after sunset; I had no idea what time it really was because there were no windows in the cramped office space. I got up and started to gather my belongings when I heard voices coming from outside the door.
“We’ve checked all the offices on all the floors, I tell you there is no one here.”
“Then who broke the window? And where is that limey security guard?”
“Maybe the window was brought down by a passing bum with a brick. Maybe the guard started a fight with him, he got knifed, and the bum dragged the body away. Maybe someone broke the window and the guard got spooked and ran off. We don’t know what happened but we know that there is no one in the building. We’ve checked all day. Now can we get out of here? This place stinks like hobo piss!”
“Wait, we didn’t check this door,” one of the voices said getting closer. I knew they were talking about the door of the abandoned office that I was in.
“There is nothing behind that door,” then there was a sound as if someone was trying the knob. Good thing I locked it.
“It’s locked. Is there any other way to get in this office besides this door?”
“No this door has been closed and locked for years, no one can get in unless they have a key and this is the only entrance. Can we leave now?” the man said impatiently.
Yes, I thought, just leave, I would hate to have to kill the both of you for blundering on me. I crept back under the pile of rags I had slept under just in case they decided to try the door. From there I couldn’t heard the conversation as well, but I could tell that they were still debating on whether or not they should open the door.
Go away, I thought, you wont like what you’re gunna find in here.
They walked away and the voices faded. Good thing, I really didn’t want to be caught by surprise. I thought that they would pose no real threat to me but better safe than sorry. They could be police and armed. There could be more than these two and while I was overpowering them, a friend could run up from behind me. Or worse, escape and bring more help.
When I thought enough time had passed, I started to climb out of my hiding place. Hopefully there was no one else on this floor or it would make escape impossible. Maybe I should just wait until much later then leave when I’m sure that no one would be up here. I paused at the door listening for any sounds. I decided to wait just a little longer.
I thought about Nigel. He could be hurt and bleeding waiting for me to rescue him. Time might be of the essence and I could possibly not afford to wait too long.
His captors probably told him about my nature. I have no clue if he would believe them, (it was quite unbelievable!) but if they showed him that they too were vampires, it would be more convincing.
He could be dead already, although I doubted it. They wanted me--not him. They would use him for collateral until they got me. That was no guarantee that he would be unscathed, though.
They could even turn him into a vampire. Now that would really piss me off. He might even be bound to them and sympathize with them. In that case, I would have no choice but to try to forget all about him and walk out of his life. There was no way that I wanted to join another coven. I felt I owed it to him to try to save him though.
But why?
Why did I feel this way about Nigel, but feel nothing for Dominic?
Dominic showed me such kindness that I felt indebted to him. Nigel hadn’t really done anything to help me but I felt like I would be willing to sacrifice my life to save him--even though I would most likely fail. Why didn’t I feel the same way about Dominic?
I could only guess it was because Nigel seemed so defenseless and I knew that Dominic was a strong individual. What Dominic and I shared, although nice, there was nothing special about it. As soon as I was healed, he moved on to someone else. No wonder all the girls at The Fetish Parasite were so jealous. Nigel was mine, we had a bond, and Dominic belonged to no one.
I’m sure that Dominic would do anything for me, but his brood on the other hand, were nothing but terrible to me. If the Nubile Succubi were supposed to be the “bad guys” how horrible would they end up being? I didn’t want to find out. There was no way I would go live with them; I was too independent to be forced to live under someone else’s rules.
I sat and thought about what my next step was going to be. Lethian Devilspike wanted to see me, so I would go see him. He wanted to use Nigel as a bargaining chip--so let him. If I got there and found that Nigel was dead, could I just walk away from that? He was a good guy and perfectly innocent and he didn’t deserve to die. Nevertheless, what about all the people I have killed? Did they deserve to die?
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I needed to kill them so that I would live. The pimp, well he attacked me, so therefore I was faultless. The guy in the truck, well he was an ass and if I didn’t kill him someone probably should have. I didn’t kill that idiot’s friend; he seemed innocent, so maybe I did have a glimmer of a conscience.
Yes, I needed to save Nigel, but how? Should I load up on firearms and bust in there like Rambo? Should I try to gather help, but from where?
I was only one girl and I would have no defense against a whole army of vampires. I might have dispatched Yvahn easily but who’s to say that there wouldn’t be thousands more powerful than her. Yes, going in there alone would be suicide.
They had a bargaining chip and I had nothing. I couldn’t help but feel that maybe if I didn’t kill Yvahn, I could have used her to my advantage. I bet they wouldn’t care enough about her. After all, they sent her to try to kill me, and Yvahn had horribly failed. They mustn’t value the lives of their vampires any more than they valued the lives of humans. That was bitterly sad.
I had decided that enough time had passed and that I was probably safe for me to leave. I put my hand on the knob at the same time that someone from the outside slid a key into the lock.
My breath stopped in my chest and I pressed my back against the wall. The toe of my shoe stopped the swinging door. I held my breath and prayed that whoever just walked in would think I was a doorstop and not a renegade vampire hiding behind the door. That thought made me smile even in the stressful situation.
The man that walked in carried a flashlight like the one that Nigel used--it even could have been the same one. The light shined in a dusty arc across the room. I held my breath and counted the seconds until he went away. I was prepared to strike if I needed to but I would really be loath to kill this innocent man.
He paused as he looked at the pile of rags that had been my bed. He walked over and moved the linen around with his foot. If I had been there he would have found me, and so far, I had been safe.
So far.
His back was to me and I could have knocked him out before he even knew what happened. There was a chance that I would miss and he might have time to call someone to help him. I waited and watched him as he searched deeper into the . F. Finally, he was convinced that he was wasting his time searching so he turned to leave. The light from his flashlight arced over the wall and onto the door, nearly catching my arm in its beam.
I pressed my palms on the door, ready to push it against him if he tried to pull it away from the wall revealing my hiding place. It would stun him but he would still be able to fight back. The door would be a weak weapon but I was in a tight spot. I braced myself for my imminent attack and just prayed that I didn’t need to use it.
I heard his hand on the knob and looked down to see the knob on my side jingle. He grasped it and pulled the door closed, with him safely on the other side. He put the key in the lock and locked me back in the tiny office. He had no clue how close he came to dying.
After I was sure that he had left, I opened the door and looked out into the hallway. It was empty but I was still scared from my close encounter. I couldn’t risk leaving by the lobby so I made my way up to the roof.
I moved stealthily, avoiding people at all costs, but I was alone. As I reached the door to the roof, I felt that I had been granted a stay of execution. I had narrowly escaped detection and killing an ignorant human because he was only doing his job.
The night air on the roof was beautifully refreshing compared to the stale office and I spent a full minute drinking it in. I looked around trying to plan my escape when I noticed that Yvahn wasn’t in the same spot where I had left her.
The ropes were still there, but they looked as if they had been chewed through. The roos cos covered with tar and gravel on top of that. I could see drag marks where she had dragged herself along the gravely surface. The tiny rocks must have ripped open her wounds or created new ones because a few feet from where I had tied her, there was the beginning of a trail of blood. I followed her crimson snail trail over to the adjacent building and a broken window that was at knee height. I looked back and realized that she had dragged herself about twenty feet to this spot, and more importantly, her severed limbs were missing.
She must have bothered to retrieve them and brought them with her into this building--it was an impressive feat to say the least. I doubted that she would have the strength to do it alone though.
I crouched by the window and looked inside the dim hallway. The window appeared to be high set in the wall about six feet off the ground. It was small, only about a one-foot square and all the glass had been broken from the outside.
I kicked in the rest of the glass and pulled myself into the building. There was a pool of blood on the floor, surrounded by the broken glass. It looked as it was several hours old and it had crusted over on the bile yellow carpet. Here the trail of blood ended. There was no sign of Yvahn or anyone else in the hallway.
I set out looking for anyone I could find and around the first turn in the hallway, I found a desiccated corpse of an old man. He looked to be around seventy, he had close cropped white hair and no teeth. He was dressed very stylish if it had been two or three decades earlier. His hands looked grayish and one was curved into a claw clutching a crumpled cigarette pack. His skin was pale with loss of blood but I would tell that he was Latino by heritage. He had a silk guayabera shirt that was too clean for him to be a homeless man. He might have been a caretaker, for this building or maybe a night security guard, but his corpse had been setting here for many hours and rigor mortis had already set in.
There was a door near where his corpse lay and I had a feeling that Yvahn was in there.


I kicked open the door like I was in the SWAT team but it was totally unnecessary. Yvahn was lying on the floor; she was too weak to even move. She looked up at me with resignation. She was so feeble; she couldn’t even bring up an arm to defend herself had I followed through with my attack. She had tried to reattach her limbs and the blood from the old Latino man had helped her greatly, but she was still debilitated. She had lost a great amount of blood and although she wasn’t currently bleeding, she wasn’t getting any better.
She looked up at me and bowed her chin. She knew why I had come and she knew that I was going to finish killing her. I knelt down next to her and she was so resigned in the fact that she was going to die, even though she struggled so hard to live. She was at the brink of death and she wasn’t even crying or begging for her life.
As a child, her family sacrificed so much so she wouldn’t have to deal with the struggles they had. Her uncle brought her to the United States and gave her a life in Democracy. She survived living on the streets selling her body so she could have enough food to live. She had become a vampire and suffered at their hands, being humiliated and scarred, but stayed by their side for many years. She had lived this life of tremulous equilibrium until she had the misfortune of crossing paths with me. I tried mutilating her and leaving her to die and she miraculously survived that. She had been tied to the roof, with only one leg and one arm and yet she chewed through her ties, gathered up her limbs, and dragged herself to a window. She then broke out the window and managed to kill the first person she saw, just to survive. She was at the end of her rope and now it was my turn to finally put her out of her misery.
She was too weak to even speak or hold her head up for long. I saw where her limbs were attached and her leg was barely holding on and might not make it through reattachment. It was swollen and had a dark tint that looked as if it was starting to get gangrene. Her arm was attached well, but it was pale and withered. She was going to die even if I did nothing to help kill her.
I couldn’t stand looking at her anymore and the smell of her decaying limbs made me feel like I was going to vomit. I walked out of the room and nearly tripped over the corpse of the old man in the guayabera. My stomach clenched and I thought I was going to hurl all over him. I didn’t know what I would throw up because I hadn’t fed in almost a day, but I didn’t want to tempt it.
I picked up the corpse of the man and hoisted it up on my shoulder. If someone walked in and saw him lying there, I could be in danger. I walked down the hall and hoisted the corpse out of the broken window. It would be out of the way there and it wouldn’t attract as much attention.
I walked out of the hallway, not even bothering to look back at the door to Yvahn’s room. I walked down the flight of stairs a few floors until I got to street level. At the bottom of the stairs, there was an emergency exit and I pushed through it to the street. As soon as I opened the door, it hit a skinny black guy on roller skates. He had headphones on and as soon as he hit the door, he fell on the ground. He got up, ripped his headphones off his head, and started screaming at me.
“What the fuck are you doing? You stupid white bitch!”
“I’m sorry, look it was an accident,” I told him.
“Accident my ass! You fucken cunt, you did that on purpose!” His eyes were rolling madly in his head. His hands clenched and unclenched as he hurled his abuse at me.
He was being such an asshole; I just had to invite him inside.


I dragged his unconscious form up the stairs. He went down without much of a fight at all. He was easy to knock off balance since he was on skates. I threw open the door to Yvahn’s room and dropped the man in front of her. She was so exhausted that she couldn’t even move her head.
I bit down on the guy’s neck so a thin rivulet of blood trickled down out of the wound. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and held his neck to Yvahn’s mouth. As the blood filled her mouth, she grew stronger. Before the corpse was drained, she had managed to sit upright and her newly attached arm was back to rosy flesh colored. When she was finished, she struggled to get a better bond between her stump and her leg. She held the man’s neck so that his blood dripped onto her wound. When the blood dropped, it hissed and a stream of smoke wafted up from the hole; soon her wound was cauterized and her leg was attached. It still looked pale and I doubted that she would be able to stand on it, but she was already much healthier.
I turned and walked to the door.
“Wait!” she said, stopping me just short of leaving.
I turned back to look at her. She kept her eyes on me and stared at me intently.
“Why did you save me?”
“I don’t know,” I told her honestly. “But you should be okay before too long and then you will be as good as new. Next time you fuck with me though, I will make sure that you die.”
“Wait, I’m indebted to you, anything you need I will help you with,” she told me. Her eyes were glistening and I knew that she meant it. I didn’t know what she meant but I couldn’t think of that right now because I needed to feed too. I looked at the ghastly pallor of her leg and thought she could use some more healing.
“I will be right back, don’t worry I will return for you”
This time I made my way upstairs in the building. I searched the floor above and found no one there. I managed however, to strike gold on the floor above that.
There was a man leaning against the brick of the hallway with his back to me. He had lanky dirty blond hair and his bony shoulders bowed forward over his birdlike chest. He held the hand of a little Asian girl, no more than five years old. She looked around anxiously as if trying to find her way of escape. He knelt down and pulled her close to him. He whispered something in her ear and she looked away and nodded. He stood back up, pulled a bill out of his pocket, and handed it to her. She put it in the pocket of her faded corduroy shorts, still looking around to see if anyone else was in the hallway. I was so far back in the shadows that there was no way either of them could have seen me.
The grungy man untied the drawstring of his pants and grabbed her little head in his hand. He pulled her closer to the opening in his pants and that was all I needed to see.
I cleared my throat and walked into the hallway. The little girl tried to run away but he caught her by her wrist.
“What do you want?” the disgusting man barked at me. I saw that he had a grimy beard that matched his tangled hair.
“I want you to let her go,” I told him flatly.
He pulled his hand that held her wrist up higher, so her toes were hardly touching the floor. She started to cry quietly but he didn’t even notice.
“I paid for her time, and she is going to do what I want,” he told me smiling in a blackened toothed grin, “And what are you going to do about it?”
“Why pay for a little girl, when you can have a grown one for free?” I said in my most dulcet tones. He rolled his horrible tongue over his teeth and thought about that long enough to let the girl slide from his grasp. As soon as she slipped away, he tried to grab for her but she was too quick. She disappeared down the hallway and he turned back to me. He never even anticipated my attack and he was totally caught off guard. I killed him quick and drained half of his blood right there, and brought him down two floors so I could give the rest to Yvahn. As I made my trek to the small storage room where she was holed up, I couldn’t help but think about that little girl. What horrible treatment for someone so young. She probably had a pimp somewhere in this building and I would have to make a mental note to return for him. I bet she looked just like Yvahn did at that age and they both had suffered so much in their short lives.
I walked back into the room and handed the body to Yvahn. She protested that she didn’t need to feed anymore but I could see the ashen color of her leg and stopped listening to her. I leveled a stare at her and told her that if she didn’t feed, I was going to force feed her. She quickly drained the corpse and her leg gained back its health.
I sat down and tried to formulate a plan to break into the Nubile Succubi. Yvahn was all too willing to help me. She had such adoration for me; this was probably the first time in her life that someone had helped her in such a great way. I saved her life and she would forever be by my side because of that.