Bloody Cupcake

“It was stark black that night, the moon having fled the sky as if in fear of something. The soft sound of an owl wooing outside a window rang clear. The peaceful night air was annoyingly disrupted by the sound of a head banging against a wall. A handsome head at that, with long black locks and amethyst eyes a strong jaw and.... No no no that sounds so over done. What in the world am I going to do? I promised my publisher a copy of this story in two weeks... I haven’t written enough for two hours. It’s like my own books out to get me. I’m not doing the pretty boy justice” a frustrated girl groaned slapping her own head against her desk. “Ow, okay so that probably wasn’t the smartest thing in the world.” Rubbing her head she wondered how many times in the last week she’d banged her head. By now it she was probably living with a permanent concussion.

She turned and looked into her own mirror, hoping that a black and blue zombie wouldn’t be staring back at her. “Yeech, close enough.” Her eyes were completely bloodshot and dark circles loomed around them. “Great I’m starting to look like the living dead, cheers!” she banged her coffee mug to her reddened forehead and winced at the sudden contact. Suddenly a fur-ball jumped into her lap and stuck its cold nose against her chin “meow?” the small creature bellowed. “Franny, why must you always stick that wet nose of yours on my face? You just like the way I rub it to death afterwards don’t you? You like to watch mommy suffer” the girl cried in a babyish voice at the dumbstruck kitten. “Meow” it said doing it once more. The girl let out a laugh and patted the kittens head placing it on the floor beside her.

The writer stood up and took a well needed stretch cracking her tired joints. She looked at herself in the mirror once more in this contorted pose. Messy brown curls dangled in abundance along her back. Her body would be considered attractive in its own way; she definitely had meat on her bones. She would have been about average if it weren’t for the extra slice of cake she had been sneaking when her roommate wasn’t around. The extra weight showed in her bosom and hips giving her an hourglass effect with slight chubbiness. She wasn’t one to hide her body much, wearing things that made her bulge uncomfortable sometimes, trying too look sheik and failing usually. Currently she was clad in soft childish pjs adorned with penguins. With a baby face and an air of immatureness she looked as though puberty hit her with a large shovel, and missed her face. Her short stature didn’t help the awkward body, reaching an unnoticeable 5’2. She rubbed her brown eyes thoroughly and thought about how much sleep she had been missing recently. The woman collapsed onto her bed face first almost crushing the poor maine-coon. The cat promptly jumped onto her head and began nesting. “Great…now I’ve got a cat trying to live in my hair, way to go Jezebel, instead of a rats nest you’ve officially grown a cats nest.”

A loud frantic knock interrupted Jezebels whining, she put up one arm and waved in “Come in” her muffled voice rang. A bubbly blonde rushed into the room and jumped on top of Jezebel “Oof,” Jezebel raised her head in protest “What was that for Lynn are you trying to crush me?” Lynn bopped her on the head with a toned arm. “ME crush this giant pillow of a woman? You bounce remember, there’s no crushing you…and is that artificial flavoring I smell” the blondes nose began to twitch “Uh huh!” she screamed in disgust grabbing a plate of what was left of ice cream cake out of the trash. “You little minx; sticking to your diet my ass. Now as your best friend, roommate and personal trainer it is my duty to not only take care of your creative needs, but to kick your ass into shape.” Lynn demonstrated punching Jezebels butt several times. “Ow leave my fanny alone you wicked wicked woman. Not all of us can look like super women Lynn; I’m going for the natural look.” Jezebel whined rubbing her stinging derrière. “Natural went away three slices ago. Your butt is starting to look like a continent. In fact I think a civilization is slowly starting to evolve on your left butt cheek. Does that make you like god or something?” Lynn laughed rolling off of Jezebel and landing next to her. “Yes and that makes you the devil for trying to destroy their home land so THERE” She stuck her tongue out at Lynn rolling over and sitting up.

Lynn took one look at her and her eyes widened. “Damn Jezzy when’s the last time you slept three months ago? You look awful. You do realize your engagement party is tomorrow night? Joseph is going to think he’s marrying the a zombie bride or something.” Jezebel laughed and covered her face with a pillow “Well really he should have known what he was in for the day he asked me to marry him, don’t sign something you haven’t read through thoroughly. It says on my birth certificate that my father was made of severed limbs and my mother was into necrophilia.” They both began giggling profusely. Jezebel sighed and looked Lynn straight in the eye “I don’t know what to do Lynn, I can’t sleep! Every time I do I have that freaky dream. I don’t like freaky dreams, sleep with me tonight Lynn? Please” Jezebel pleaded grabbing onto Lynn’s arm “no look girly, just think about those huge dicked vampires in your story or call up that fiancé of yours. Whenever I sleep here I end up with a cat butt on my face. You know how unpleasant it is to wake up tossing a cat’s salad!” Lynn said prying the woman off of her.

Jezebel sighed and rubbed her eyes “It’s those vampires that are the problem Lynny, I keep having dreams of being in some dark dankly castle, in my pjs, walking around and then finding some sexy creep sucking on a maid. And I don’t mean the good sucking I mean he was making a cocktail out of her. It’s creepy and it feels real and I don’t like that one bit Lynn. I end up running when he sees me and he catches me and god just the feel of cold breath on my neck makes me melt and before I know it I wake up with wet sheets. I’m having a wet dream about a cold blooded killer! I mean…I write it and all…but did you ever think they could be real? I mean what if…what if I’m having some kind of premonition. Geez it felt so real.” Jezebel sighed again and looked towards her now perplexed friend. “Girl you watch way too many monster movies. The only vampires out there are the ones in your erotic fairy tales. Now go to bed it’s either that or we’re going downstairs to the gym and working out. Now as much as your multicultural ass needs the work, I think you’d much rather sleep am I right?” Lynn said teasing her friend and poking her on the forehead. “Fine, fine, tuck me in at least okay?” Jezebel whimpered crawling under her covers. “Honestly sometimes I think you’re really five and nowhere near twenty five.” Lynn giggled and drew the covers over her girlish friend giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Now go to sleep and good night.” Lynn got up from the bed switched the light off and left the room. Jezebel stared into the darkness, her heart racing. She never got over her fear of the dark so she grabbed her kitten and squeezed him tight. Then an idea emerged she reached over and grabbed her television remote turning the TV on and quickly muting it. If Lynn knew she was turning it on she’d get her ear yelled off. She flipped through the channels and left it on her favorite show. Hoping it would somehow fuel her dreams.

She turned onto her side and snuggled up to Franny giving the kitten a peck on his grey head “Night Franny wish me luck!” It wasn’t long before she fell into a dream and there she was again rising from the big canopy bed. She turned over to see Joseph sleeping soundly, how she wished he would wake up! She could have shaken him all she wanted, but Joe could sleep through an earthquake. Sitting up she placed her feet onto the floor and then nearly shrieked! The dark stones were freezing and so was the room she soon noticed rubbing her shoulders. Standing up and taking a few steps she stopped and listened. The damn silence of this place drove her crazy, it was way too eerie. “If I ever write a ghost novel…I’m making it loud as hell.” She groaned. She went towards the large stone door, and then stopped to think for a moment “You know maybe Lynn’s right I have been watching to many movies, this place looks like something out of Dracula. I’m half expecting to open the door and find old Dracy himself saying ‘Bleh’” she let out a giggle. She took the large circular handle and pulled the heavy door open; it creaked, like that wasn’t expected she thought rolling her brown eyes. She walked down the hallway her ears perked up and her hands a bit shaky. This place may have looked positively old, but at least it had electricity she thought flipping a switch and turning a string of hall lights on. She passed many rooms peeking her head into each, finding several studies and bed rooms. Even saw Lynn’s sleeping form snoring. “Ok that’s definitely nothing new.” She giggled once again. A few more steps and she reached two gigantic stair cases. One lead up and the other down, she stood there a moment pondering. “To the heavens or to hell, now that is the question.” She tapped her chin and pouted. Then suddenly a large black cat darted down the steps. Jezebel quickly jumped and made her decisions running up the stairs and then clumsily tripping. Sitting up and rubbing her forehead which now had a pretty little bleeding gash. She groaned “Should I turn back or be a trooper? Eh I think I’ll keep going, A little blood never hurt anyone right? Well unless you count the countless people in my stories” she kept moving forward.

At one point on her journey she heard a crash and ran faster then El Toro, colliding with someone. She and the object of impact fell to the ground. She sat up and rubbed her head again. “Dammit why am I such a klutz?” She looked down to find an angel of a man. His curly head of hair was the palest blonde she had ever seen if it wasn’t for the young face she would have sworn it was white. His face was elegant and handsome, with high cheek bones and piercing green eyes. He looked up at her examining face and smiled smugly. “Great, I’ve suddenly had a stroke and on my way to heaven I bumped into an angel. Are you alright Mr. Angel?” she said rubbing her bleeding forehead once more. He looked up and touched the cut lapping at his fingers afterwards…okay a little weird what’s the off chance I went to hell and this is grand old Lucifer at his finest? Nah. She shook her head looking back down at the man. She looked past him a second and reached for a pair of spectacles that had fallen behind him. Hearing a muffled sound and then blushing profusely. He smirked “Well I may not be an angel, but I was just smothered by heaven. Care to do that again mon chéri?” If it was somehow possible for her to turn a brighter red, she would have nailed it at this point. For she now also realized this whole time she had been straddling the man and soon felt an extra large bulge against her bum. She gulped “Umm these must be yours,” she handed him the glasses “Oh Merlin I must be squishing you with my weight I’ll get up.” She said quickly beginning to stand, but to no avail she was plopped back down by his hands on her hips. “No sit stay awhile, in fact I’m not one to have a lovely lady on top let’s roll over.” He snickered quickly pulling her under him. She gulped, in all her years no one had been able to do that, or even lift her for that matter. At this point she cursed her large ass.

Then realizing the situation she was in she began to protest “Hey now wait buddy I don’t’ care if you’re some hot sexy angel or Lucifer I’m an engaged, woman who doesn’t even know your name.” she stated in what she hoped was an intimidating voice. The man let out a chuckle and licked the tip of her nose. She twitched if her hands were free she’d probably be rubbing it by now…she hated someone touching her nose. “There is always room in a beautiful woman’s life for some tumbling Rabbit, no matter she engaged, married, or clueless. But it wouldn’t be polite for me not to introduce myself. My name is Daniel, Daniel Cratos and you shall be Rabbit, now I find the floor could be quite fun, but if you prefer we can go to my master bedroom.” He grinned gripping her hands uncomfortable. “Right…please refrain from calling me Rabbit. I feel like a food dish. Now, if you wouldn’t mind and all I’d appreciate if you released me so I could be on my way Mr. Cratos…wait Cratos? Are you Alfred’s son? He did mention something about sons.” She tried her best to change the topic and wiggle out of his hold. If you’ve never seen a grown woman wiggle…things bounce lots. Daniel raised an eyebrow as he noticed her squirm. “Want to get away from me already Rabbit? At least tell me your name.” He said smirking then released her hands. “Its Jezebel Mr. Cratos, wow for someone so thin you sure are a mass of weight” She blurted out and then quickly slapped her hand across her mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by that.” He let out a chuckle and dipped his mouth to her neck. “No offense taken my little Rabbit” he jumped up and extended his hand to her. She took it thankfully and got up rubbing her smarting fanny. He touched his lips to her finger tips and then took a bow. “I hope to encounter you again Rabbit, next time…for much longer.” Before she could respond he was gone. “Well that was definitely an encounter I won’t soon forget.” She looked down at her pj pants half expecting a wet spot and then sighed to her relief the only wet part of her was the bit of blood still moving.

Suddenly she got the shivers and rubbed her shoulders. There was an odd aura coming from the end of the hall. The rational side of her told her to run as fast as you can to your bed, but the curious side of her said push forward. Whoever heard of her listening to her rational side? She began power walking towards it attempting not to make a sound. The door was an inch open and she noticed the flicker of candle light coming through it. She did her best not to lean against it but placed the side of her face next to the crack. Holding her breath she peeked inside and almost shrieked. Inside the room a gorgeous naked male sat with one of the maids across his lap. She was leaned up and his face was in her neck. The girl looked rather lifeless, and groaned as Jezebel heard the sickening suckling noise. Her stomach turned and she felt queasy and a very soft groan came form her as well. Suddenly the man turned his face towards the door. His long black locks falling against his back, amethyst eyes stabbed into her and a sickening trickle of blood escaped from the side of his mouth. At this point she turned and ran as fast as she could.

It was to late though, the man was fast and pinned her against the wall face first. Her heart felt as though it were about to burst forth from her chest and run miles away from her. She could feel his cool breath against her neck and knew what was to happen next. Jezebel had written this scene a million times over. Now the Count would drain the prying woman. Leave her to die on the cold ground. Of course if she were the heroin in this story he'd begin to ravage her and they'd have wonderful sex before he attempted to drain her of life. His tongue lapped at her neck and she melted, knees weakening. Then she heard a very deep chuckle. “Visiting me again my pet, we really should stop meeting like this.” she heard him say nibble her earlobe. Well...at this rate it seemed like the ravaging was a possible option. WAIT WAIT WAIT...I don't want to be ravaged by this cold blooded killer who's licking me ever so lovingly and mmm... STOP IT! The argument played over and over again in her head.

Jezebel attempted to push her body back against his, in hopes of squirming her way to freedom. To her dismay he pushed back twice as hard crushing his arousal against her back. Again the thoughts of ravishment filled her and she suddenly felt like she was in a hazy cloud. No stop it Jezebel. Get your mind in order; you have to think of a way out of this mess. No sex is worth dying for. Think woman think! Reading her mind he let another amused chuckle out. “I beg to differ; you’d die with quite a smile on your face.” Now she was just pissed, in what world did he get off making death seem so sexy? Not in hers that’s for sure. It was time for plan a. Since when do I have a plan a? Whoever’s narrating this dream is giving me way too much credit. Jezebel twisted her body around uncomfortably and kept her eye’s glued to his chest. It didn’t take a horror lover to know that looking into a Vampires eyes was like signing a death warrant. It was now time to reason with him so she cleared her throat.

“Look mister, you don’t want to drink my blood. It’s very fattening, and I’m sure someone with your rock hard build can’t afford the calories. I’ll put your work out regimen behind for weeks. You’ll grow three chins if you eat me! You arteries will be clogged, I know you’re dead sir, but do you really want a heart attack in your state? It can’t be healthy in the least.” Jezebel stared at the naked chest with a very serious look on her face, which soon turned into bewilderment. The vampire who had just now been crushing her into a wall was splayed out on the ground laughing uncontrollably. He’s laughing at me? LAUGHING at me? Oh this tick has a lot of nerve. Why if I didn’t value my life I’d teach him a lesson! Anger flushed her cheeks and she was ready to kick him while he was down, but her survival instinct set in and Jezebel quickly dashed away from him. After almost plummeting down a flight of steps she found herself holding onto someone. Looking up at her would be savior a look of horror filled her eyes. It was him again. I was an idiot thinking I could out run a vampire. Have I learned nothing from my novels? I wish I had thought of a plan-b. “Trying to runaway from me Pet? I feel rather hurt. Here I thought we were about to enjoy a lovely time together and you leave me.” He stared down at her with a mocking smile.

“Sigh, alright Vampy. I give up, go ahead, and make me dinner. Just do it quickly, I’d rather not feel any pain.” Jezebel squeezed her eye’s shut. At this point she partially hoped the reverse psychology worked, but didn’t have the stomach to stare at him and see if it actually worked. She felt a hand brush the curls back from her shoulder and an arm reach around her waist to pull her closer. This was it, she was about to become a meal for an undead hunk. It seemed almost poetic to her, to meet her maker and know him better then he’d ever known himself. A full minute had now passed and still nothing. The suspense was making her angry and she opened her eye’s clearly about to give him a piece of her mind. “Look buddy, I’m going peacefully the least you could do is…” He cut her off forcing a kiss onto her and she was slightly taken aback. Using pillow lips as a torture device? Have mercy man, you’re pure evil. Her knees buckled and she melted against him. Jezebel suddenly felt as if she were floating on the cloud and then suddenly falling. Then thud onto the bed she sprang up gasping. “Dammit it was another dream.” She tossed the covers aside and went over to the window. “This is just ridiculous; it’s the same dream every night.” Covering face in her hands her fingers grazed something moist. When she stared down at him her stomach sank and she went pale. There covering the tips of her fingers were droplets of blood. After that everything went dark and she fell to the ground.


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