The Three 'F's

Chapter 4: Leaving Sunnydale Adrian set the alarm for four o’clock in the afternoon before he went to bed. The Bitch was still in the bathroom when he fell asleep. She was in the bed with him when the alarm went off. He fucked her again. She was turning into quite the little tiger in the sack. He rolled away from her when he was done, and got up out of the bed. He started to get dressed. She just lay there, and watched him. “I’m hungry,” she whined. He grabbed her clothes off the floor and threw them at her. “Then get dressed, and we’ll go get something to eat.” She looked at her clothes. They were stained with soot, and mud, and stank of smoke. “I can’t wear these! They’re filthy!” “It’s either wear those, or go naked,” said Adrian. “Naked might get you into the dirty old man in 4G’s apartment, but if you want something young to eat, get dressed. We’ll get you new clothes after we’ve eaten. What I’ve got in mind is a real one-stop-shop. Food, clothes, and transportation out of this town, all in one.” “Where are we going?” asked the Bitch. “Can we go to France?” “Maybe later,” said Adrian. “For now, just get dressed.” The Bitch spent some time complaining about her ripped underwear, and then even more time complaining about her lack of make-up, and how impossible it was to, a) use someone else’s hairbrush, and b) brush her hair when she couldn’t see herself in a mirror. It was nearly sunset when she was finally done. Adrian was getting impatient. Even the most clueless residents of Sunnydale became more cautious about inviting people into their homes after sunset. He wouldn’t need an invitation, but this would work best if he could wrangle one for her. He’d lived in this building for a year, and most of the residents knew him. They thought that he was a nice, polite, thoughtful young man. One with a very respectable job as a night-time security guard at City Hall, which explained why he slept all day. He had managed to get himself invited into half the apartments in the building, one way or another. He was well known for helping people carry their groceries up from the parking garage, and other things. He and the other vampires who had lived here had never hunted in this building, or any of the neighbouring ones, and they kept everything else away too. They didn’t want any attention drawn to it. The neighbourhood had the reputation of being one of the safest in Sunnydale. That meant that the Slayer hardly even knew it existed. Now that he was leaving, it was time to collect on some of the good will that he’d built up. Adrian looked at the Bitch before he opened his door. “Fix your face,” he told her. “I can’t,” she said. “I don’t have any make-up.” “Not that. Make yourself look human!” “How do I do that?” Her hands went up to her face. She pulled back her lips, and poked at her fangs with a finger. “Ow!” She pulled her finger away, and looked at the bead of red blood at the tip of it. “Those are sharp!” Adrian sighed. “Just relax. Think happy thoughts.” “I’m thinking if ripping Xander’s throat out. That’s happy!” “No! Thinking about killing just makes it worse. You have to be calm. Think about…a moonlit beach. You’re sitting back, relaxing in a chair. The waves are washing up on the shore. You’ve got a full stomach from some tourist you’ve just eaten. Everything is calm.” “Is the beach in France?” “It’s imaginary! The beach can be in fucking Antarctica, if you want it to be!” “There’s no need to shout!” She closed her eyes for a moment, and took a few deep breaths. The newbies tended to do that a lot: it took them a while to figure out that breathing was a waste of effort, if you didn’t need the air to talk, or smoke, or something like that. Waste or not, it seemed to work for her. Her face changed. She went back to looking like a bloodbag. Adrian hoped that she could hold it for a few minutes. He wanted her to learn to control her features as quickly as possible. No way was he going to have her go down on him, if she couldn’t control the demon. He knew one guy who’d had his cock bitten off because he’d made a newbie go down on him before she could control herself. She seemed to be holding herself in check, so Adrian opened the door. “Come on, breakfast’s on the nice lady in apartment 3A today.” They took the stairs up to the third floor. Adrian led the Bitch down the hall to apartment 3A. It was on the eastern side of the building, so they didn’t have to worry about the light from the setting sun shining through the windows. He knocked on the door. “Keep your mouth shut until we’re inside,” he said quietly. The Bitch growled at him, and for a moment he was afraid that she’d let her demon show, but she managed to keep it contained. Adrian heard someone moving on the other side of the door. “Who’s there?” asked a young voice. “It’s Adrian, Carlo. Open up.” He heard the dead-bolt open, and then the door. He smiled at the ten year old boy on the other side of it. “Hey, Carlo. This is my friend Melody, can we come in?” Carlo looked at the Bitch. He seemed to be a little suspicious of her. “I guess.” “She’s kinda funny,” said Adrian. “She won’t come in unless you ask her.” “Okay,” said Carlo. “Come in, please.” Adrian smiled broadly. “Thank you, Carlo.” He waved for the Bitch to enter the apartment ahead of him. “After you, Melody.” “Harmony!” she hissed as she passed him. “Whatever,” he whispered back. He stepped across the threshold, and closed and bolted the door behind him. “Who’s there Carlo?” asked a woman’s voice from another room. “It’s Adrian and a friend, Mom!” “Oh!” Carlo’s mother, Lisa Santos, came out of the bedroom. “Hi Adrian. What can we do for you?” Lisa Santos was an attractive Hispanic woman, about 30 years old. Adrian smiled as he stepped toward her. When he was close enough to grab her, he let his face shift. “We’re here for breakfast.” Lisa was too shocked to even try to move before his hand closed around her throat. He spun around behind her, twisting one of her arms up behind her back, and shifting his hand up to cover her mouth so she couldn’t scream. She struggled, tried bite his fingers, and to break free from his hold on her, but she had no chance against his strength. “Go ahead, Melody. The brat’s all yours.” The Bitch had grabbed the kid as soon as Adrian had grabbed his mother. Adrian held Lisa so she could watch as the Bitch’s face changed, and she sank her teeth into the brat’s throat. Lisa’s struggles stopped for a second, before she started to thrash about desperately, trying to get free, fighting more fiercely for the life of her child than she had for her own. Lisa was really turning Adrian on. He thrust his groin against her ass, grinding himself against her. She wasn’t putting up much of a fight, but that was the best kind, as far as he was concerned. Her struggles slowly abated, as the Bitch drained the life from her brat. Her thrashing stopped. Her attempts to scream transformed into sobs. Adrian picked her up, and slammed her back down onto her dining table. He held her down with one hand as his other tore at her pants. She started to struggle again, as she realized what he was about to do. That only made Adrian smile as he rammed his cock into her cunt. Fighting and fucking. He bared his fangs, and leaned down over her, going for the trifecta. He let her scream as his fangs sank into her throat, not caring if anyone heard. His hips pounded against hers. He felt her hands hitting ineffectually against his arms and shoulders. He felt her heartbeat, fast and frantic at first, but becoming thready and weak. She stopped hitting him and went limp under him. He groaned, and thrust harder, coming into her cunt as her heart gave up. He straightened up, wiped his hand across his mouth to clean her blood off his lips, and re-zipped his pants. He looked at the Bitch, and saw her staring at him, with the brat’s body lying at her feet. “What?” he asked. “You screwed her! What about me?” She asked. “Don’t I mean anything to you?” “She was a cunt and a meal,” said Adrian. “You’re just a cunt. Now come on.” He moved into the bedroom, and pointed at the closet. “You wanted clothes. Take what you want.” The Bitch looked more upset by that suggestion than she’d been by him fucking his breakfast. “You expect me to wear her clothes?” “Why not?” He opened the closet door. “You’re about the same size. You should find something in here that fits.” “But— but—” “You can’t be bothered by her being dead!” “No! But these—” She swept her hand toward the closet. “They look like they came from WalMart! And they’re used!*” Adrian shrugged. “Suit yourself. It’s these, what you’re wearing now, or naked. I don’t care much, one way or the other, but you’ll attract less attention in some of her clothes.” “I suppose, for a little while, as long as none of my friends see me.” “If any of your friends see you, you can kill them, before they can tell anyone else,” said Adrian. She seemed to perk up a bit at that thought. “Hey! That’s right!” She sighed in resignation. “I guess I can make do with something from in here.” She stepped up to the closet and started to rifle through its contents. Adrian left her in the bedroom. He moved through the apartment looking for other things he could take. He found Lisa’s purse. It supplied him with her car keys, almost $100 in cash, and a couple of credit cards. He looked wistfully at her ATM card. Next time he’d have to remember to get the bloodbag’s PIN before he finished them off. He left the Wal*Mart card in the wallet. He didn’t think he could stand listening to the Bitch if her suspicions about where the clothes in the closet came from were confirmed. She still hadn’t come out of the bedroom. “How long does it take to change your clothes?” he called. “It’s not easy, especially without a mirror!” she called back. “How am I supposed to know how I look?” Adrian growled. If she wasn’t such a good fuck, he’d dump her here and now. He might dump her anyway. Without the Boss’s rules, it would be easy enough to pick up another good fuck. L.A. was only two hours away: he could get himself some nice starlet ass if he really wanted to. She came out of the bedroom, naked. He looked at her for a moment. Alright, maybe it wouldn’t be so easy to pick up a fuck as good as her. It took him a moment to notice that she was carrying a couple of dresses. “So, which one looks better?” she asked. She held one of them in front of herself. “This one?” She switched to the other dress. “Or this one?” Adrian really hadn’t noticed. He was mostly thinking about what the dresses were hiding. “They both look fine.” “You’re no help!” she whined. “How am I supposed to pick, if I can’t see myself?” He went to a shelf to get something that he’d spotted earlier. He picked up the video camcorder he’d seen there. “Here, you can use this.” He tossed it at her. She managed to catch it, without dropping her dresses. “Oh! You could video me while I model them, and then we can watch me on the TV!” Adrian crossed the room to her, took the camera back, flipped the LCD display open and twisted it around. He turned the camera on, and gave it back to her, with the lens pointed toward her face. “Or you could just do that.” “Oh! Great! It’s kinda small, but it’s a mirror!” She looked again. “Oh god! My hair doesn’t look like that, does it?” She ran back into the bedroom. Adrian shook his head. He should just dump her. Then he thought about how her ass had looked as she’d run away from him. Okay he’d keep her for a while, at least until he spotted something better. Maybe he would shoot some video of her. He could probably get a good price for it from a porn shop. Adrian went back to looking for anything worth stealing, while she got dressed. She was dressed when he was finished, but she wasn’t done. She was trying to put on some of Lisa’s make-up, using the camcorder as her mirror, and having problems because her image wasn’t reversed on the LCD screen. He went to the closet and pulled a suitcase out of the bottom of it. He tossed a few more items out of the closet into it, followed by some socks, underwear, and other things from the drawers. “What are you doing?” asked the Bitch. “Since you won’t pack, I’m doing it for you,” said Adrian. “We’re getting out of this town tonight.” She looked at him like he was some sort of bug. “I’m not wearing any of that. I wouldn’t be caught dead in anything else from that closet.” “Got news for you, Bitch: you are dead.” He closed the suitcase, and threw it at her. “Here, you carry it.” They stopped off in his basement apartment to pick up the bag that he had packed for himself while he was waiting for the Bitch to wake up. He carried it through into the underground parking garage, where they hit the next snag. The Bitch looked at the old Chevette that used to belong to Lisa Santos. “You have got to be kidding!” she said. “You can’t expect me to ride in that!” “It’ll get us to L.A.” said Adrian. “I’ll trade up for something else there.” “Why don’t we trade up here?” asked the Bitch. She looked around. “Not that any of these cars are Mercedes, or anything like that, but a few of them are okay.” She pointed to a new looking Ford. “Like that one.” “I’d have to kill the owner to get the keys,” said Adrian. “So?” asked the Bitch. “So, I don’t want to attract attention,” said Adrian. He unlocked the back hatch of the car, and tossed in his bag. He took the suitcase from the Bitch and tossed it in too. “With any luck, no one will miss Lisa or her brat until Monday, and it may take a couple more days before anyone comes looking. We’ll be in Mexico by then.” He slammed the hatch closed. “And then can we go to France?” “What’s with you and fucking France?” “I was promised a trip to France as a graduation present.” “You helped blow up the school. Most kids would think that that was present enough.” “Yeah, that was cool, but everybody did it. I want to go to France.” Adrian unlocked the passenger side door. “Just get in the damn car, Bitch.” He moved around to the other side of the car. She opened the door. “Stop calling me that! My name’s Harmony.” “If you shut up about fucking France, maybe I’ll stop calling you ‘Bitch.’”