DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE 9

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BLOOD MOON SOCIAL CLUB

DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE 9

By Karl Clay Vetter & C. Vetter

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DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 18 THE DEMON EYE

“They call me Red Sugar because of my red hair and cause I'm so sweet.”

Bret allowed the half naked woman to fold her body into his but sex was not his motivation. He leaned against the dresser. In the large mirror behind him only the girl and the dingy bedroom were reflected.
“Relax baby you're so tense, you need a fix.” She pushed her scarlet locks back offering her throat. “Take a little, it'll be so good.” She combed his black hair with long thin fingers, they stroked the leather studded patch covering his left eye.
“How many have had you tonight?” He could smell the lingering stench of un-death under a fog of cheap perfume. He didn't take to the donor trade; humans that sold their blood to hungry vampires. It was a seedy business; the underbelly of the underworld, but what could a vampire do? The bygone era of hunting for dinner was all but lost in a modern age of smart phones, surveillance cameras and FBI forensics. He couldn’t stop thinking how things had change from feasting like warrior vikings a few centuries before to popping the top off prepackaged tomato juice.
“Don't worry about me honey I've got lots to spare.” Her arms encircled his brawny neck.
“You said Rosen would be here, where the fuck is he?”
“Bobby? Oh he'll be here after we're done. You know to collect the money.”
Bret's meaty hands closed around her narrow waist and easily lifted her up. His one good eye glanced down to her pulsing jugular. His thin pale lips parted and fangs slid into striking position.
“Now baby, drink me now,” she cried out.
In that instant he flung the clinging girl towards the door. As she flew across the room a blur swept in as the closed door burst open. She collided with the blur. Bret vanished as the speeding creature knocked her aside smashing the girl into a wall. The sound of her spine snapping silenced her startled yelp.
Bret reappeared only for a millisecond then streaked for the blur. A long well honed blade sliced through a thigh bone and the blur crashed into the floor. Blood gushing from the stump. Bret cleaned his blade with a sheet from the bed then draped the bloody shroud over the red head's limp body. “That's a shame, I was really thirsty.” He turned his sea-blue eye toward Rosen floundering on the floor.
Rosen struggled to reach his severed leg. “You didn't have to kill her, you son-of-a-bitch. She was my best donor.”
Bret kicked the leg away from his clutching grasp. “You had as much a hand in that as I did. What was the scam? She lets me get all distracted with her nectar then you rush in and take me down?”
Rosen was turning paler than usual from blood loss. “Something like that.”
A cruel scar of a smile ripped Bret's mouth. “Well you fucked up ass-hole. I felt her body tense when she yelled, “drink me now”, I figured that was the signal. A pro like her wouldn't do that just from a little bite.”
Rosen was concentrating all his energy on staunching the flow. “You've been snooping around asking questions. What do you want and make it quick, I'm running dry here?”
“By all means. I have no desire to see you destroyed. All I want is a name. You recently sold something for a lot of cash and I just want the name of the buyer.”
“I didn't steal it from you.”
“I know you didn't, but you bought it from the thief that did and he gave you up.” He bent down and picked up the leg by the ankle. “So who bought it from you?”
“That's easy why are we fighting? All you had to do was ask. His name is Take That Leg and Fuck Yourself.”
Anticipating the response Bret batted Rosen across the face and head with the bloody limb. Gore and bits of flesh splattered the walls. “Okay as much fun as that was you're out of stalling time so now we get real.” He crouched in front of Rosen. “Would you like to hear how I lost my eye?”
Rosen was a gruesome mess but managed a contemptuous sneer. “You were going down on your boyfriend and his boner poked it out.”
Bret grinned. “That's a good one but no. Like this leg it would have healed. No, it was cursed or rather it was possessed. I looked at something that I should never have seen. The story is long and dreadful all you need to know is that my eye changed forever. Now It sees what the old one could not see. For example, secrets you keep hidden in the blackest corner of your mind.” Being careful to avoid the mirror and with slow deliberation he lifted the patch and adjusted it to cover the good eye.
Rosen shut his eyes. “Eat shit mother-fucker. I'm not looking at your Demon Eye.”
Bret laughed and removed a pair of fish hooks from his pocket. “Yeah, well you're not the first to say that.” Too weak to fight back Rosen could only whimper as the hooks pierced his eyelids then the flesh above them pinning his lids open. “There we go. Now you can see clear as crystal.”
Rosen's gaze fixed on the bulging bulbous eye, it was not human nor like any animal he'd ever seen. Burn scars around the cornea left it seared forever open. It seemed to draw him in and prob his thoughts as if it were a creature unto itself. It crawled about in the skull's vacant eye socket as a hermit crab occupies an abandoned shell. Horrific images flashed through his fevered mind. Hellish thoughts that wrung tortured cries of anguish from his contorted mouth. As madness gripped him he attempted to look away.
Bret held his head steady and forced him to stare at the hideous thing. “The name, give me his name.”
Blood tears streamed down Rosen's cadaver white face. Among the insane screams that rattled the walls a name was revealed. “Barron! … At the Blood Moon Social Club!”

***

Andre knocked once then entered Barron's office. “Everything is quiet on the floor Boss,” the huge man's voice was soft in a tone that defied one to believe it came from his massive body.

Barron was preoccupied with a strange object. “Mmmuah, what's that?” He pulled away from it and looked at his bodyguard. “Sorry Andre all's quiet got it, let's hope it stays that way.” His eyes refocused on the brass dials and gears. “This thing is fascinating, it's very old but has a technological element that seems too advanced for its age.” Barron was an expert on antiquities, skills he'd picked up in the last nine-hundred years. “It has unique inscriptions on it indicating it could be magical but I can find no enchantments. Most interesting are these lenses they are polished as fine as any modern day telescopes, yet they are clearly the originals fitted at least a hundred years before Galileo.” He glanced at Andre who always looked as if he was truly interested in his Boss' hobbies. 
“Did you see to the liquor license yesterday?”
“Yes Boss the inspector's wife was very happy with your charitable gift.”
“Yes well, we must all do our part for the environment. I forget, what are we saving this week?”
“A tiny fish that only lives in a warm springs north of here.”
“A warm spring, really? Was it a sunny day, it's been so long since I saw one.? Of course it was it's Vegas.”
“Yes Boss, sunny but cool.”
Barron was peering through the lenses and attempting to adjust them with little knobs made from polished whale bone. Each lens mount moved independently and ivory pointers moved around the dials. “Here is the truly remarkable thing. Two of the mounts hold little round mirrors and when you line up the lenses the mirrors reflect the images back through them. Just the oddest gadget.”

DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 19 THE BLOOD BANK

When twenty year old Marilena Costa agreed to five hundred hours of community service at the North Las Vegas Blood Bank she never dreamed where it would lead. A life of petty crime had landed her in court several times but she had always relied on her beauty and innocent smile to skirt the law. The law had finally caught up with her. Her court appointed attorney brokered the deal with the prosecutor and she had no choices left other than jail.

It wasn't as bad as she'd anticipated. Blood didn't bother her and a lot of the donors were exactly the type of low life criminals she was expected to avoid. From time to time she made a little side money by arranging deals for various contraband and misappropriated swag. She herself was a bit of a health nut and never drank, smoked or took drugs. Her fastidious cleanliness made her a perfect fit for the blood bank.
Poverty and lack of education was never the cause of her fall from grace. The product of a good stable middle class family and a high school diploma should have opened the world to her. Her problem was as old as any story where a good girl meets a bad boy. In her case more than one.
Ninety-eight hours into her sentence her life changed forever. It happened during a county wide blood drive. She was working the late shift and her partner showed up blitzed on weed and vodka. For twenty bucks she covered for him while he slept it off in his car. Darkness fell early in the winter and around closing time a near convulsing young girl all in black, pale and thin came in asking for blood.
“I'm sorry miss but we only take blood. If you're sick I'll call for an ambulance to take you to the emergency room.”
The girl was delirious and knocked her down. Marilena got up and followed the girl into the lab ready to kick her ass. Here she was stunned to witness the girl draining six quarts of fresh plasma.
“Thanks that was just what I needed.” The vampire could have killed her but Marilena didn't panic. Quite the opposite, cool headed and showing no fear she sensed an opportunity. They talked and Marilena promised not to tell what she had seen for a price. After that the vampire came again and soon she brought a friend. Twelve months later Marilena was running the most successful underground blood donor operation in Vegas. She paid more than the legitimate banks to her streetwise donors in exchange for their blood and silence. She then secretly sold her crimson gold to a clientele of grateful vampires.
Not only were her new friends grateful they were generous to the extreme. The Blood Moon Social Club casino's limo picked her up with fifty quarts of fresh blood and delivered her and the rich full bodied cargo to the back door where a massive man carried her load into the kitchen.
“Thank you Andre.”
“My pleasure Miss Costa.”
“You know I think you can call me Marilena now. How long have we been doing this?”
“As you desire Miss Costa.”
She gave in for he always called her Miss Costa. They poured the blood into wine bottles so it could be served to the patrons in long stemmed wine glasses. A simple yet sophisticated camouflage. After receiving a bundle of cash she tried her luck at roulette. Everyone in the club knew her and treated her with a level of respect she'd never known outside of the dark world of the supernatural. Everyone except a stranger siting alone in a corner sipping from a glass of her special vintage.
He was well dressed but not elegant, powerful in build but not hulking like Andre. A wave of black hair rolled over his head and his one blue eye swept the room like an azure laser. He was a vampire she was certain even though he wasn't thin and pale the way most were. She realized she was staring at him and forced her gaze back to the wheel where she'd placed a very large bet, after all she was celebrating.
“21 Red,” the croupier announced. A flutter of applause broke out around the roulette table.
Marilena's bet had won. It was her twenty-first birthday and she always bet on red. Again she stole furtive glances in his direction. She'd known men from the gangs that were quiet seething powder kegs ready to blow at any moment. The stranger was one of those very dangerous types. Only this time he saw her and now she was caught in his unbreakable sea-blue glare. Embarrassed, excited and afraid all at once, she tipped the girl and gathered her winnings. She felt an urgent need to leave the casino before she did something incredibly foolish. 
“Congratulations Miss M.” Only one person called her that. She turned and smiled. “Thank you
Oleander, you're looking gorgeous as ever. That black gown must have cost someone a small fortune.”
Oleander a beautiful white flower with poison in its veins was the name of Marilena's best friend and patron. After their first encounter a year before Oleander had come to trust her with every confidence. “Oh you have no idea, he's sitting at the poker table right now losing thousands. Yet not as much as this outfit cost.” She waved her hand over the dress and displayed an emerald bracelet dangling from her alabaster wrist.
Marilena cast a quick look around and smiled. “Duncan really? He's on the counsel. You lucky girl.”
“Not a word please there are a couple of jealous bitches that would remove my head if they find out.”
“As always my darling as always.” The two shared many secrets stemming back to that night when Oleander violated the first law of vampires. Never expose the dark truth to uninitiated mortals. When the starving goth robbed the blood bank she opened herself to possible retribution from the counsel upon which her secret paramour sat. Marilena had never let a word of it slip. Since then both had mutually benefited from the relationship. Most notably from Marilena's underground enterprise.
Marilena whispered low in her ear. “Andre has your batch under lock, it's the special blend the bank was busy this week.”
“Thank you my sweet and now tell me why are you so interested in the one-eyed stranger?”
“Nothing gets past you does it? Truth is I never saw him before and thought he would be needing our service is all.”
Oleander brushed Marilena's long dark hair back over her shoulder. “You're so cute when you try to lie. Your voice is convincing but your pounding heart always gives you away.”
“Damn your ears. Is it really pounding? Never mined just who is he?”
Oleander took her by the arm and walked toward the exit. “I scanned him last night when he first appeared. Yes he has something intense raw and virile akin to a wild animal you know what I mean. Like a wolf, you can admire in a picture but never try to pet a real one. It was obvious he's much too dangerous even for me so I moved on. His name is Bret was all I got. A real bad one who takes everything and gives nothing back. He'll drain you emotionally and drink you dry like iced tea on a hot summer night. Then without a drop of remorse leave your withered husk behind as thoughtless as dropping fast food litter on the ground.” They came to the limo. “Wait do you want me to hypnotize you? I can make you forget you ever saw him, I'm getting better at that.” She gazed deep into Marilena's huge brown eyes.
Marilena batted her long lashes and shook her head. “Thanks, but I knew he was an outlaw the minute I saw him and without powers. I do know men and how to handle them.”
Oleander frowned and tenderly kissed her lips. “My poor sweet child. He's not a man, he's a monster, a devilishly handsome monster. Now get out of here right now.” Oleander pushed her into the limo. “Andre, take her straight home and do not let her talk you into any detours.”
“Yes Miss Oleander.”
Marilena sighed. “You're being silly, I was already on my way out the door when you came up to me.”
Oleander gently shushed her lips with long white fingers tipped with sharp black nails. “Oh sweetness, you think you know men, but when it comes to bad boys... I know women.”

***

Muffled Rock and Roll tunes thumped against the back wall of the casino where Bret happened to be seated. On the opposite side of the wall a band furiously played their last song of the set. The lead singer announced a break and the showroom went quiet. Five minutes later he stood next to Bret's table. The rocker had long dark hair and fit his rail thin frame into tight black shirt and jeans.

Bret took him in with a single scorching look. “Stone right?”
“Right and you are?”
“Bret, have a seat.”
“Your message said you needed my help, my time is valuable.”
“Word around here is you can get things done, I'm willing to pay.”
The rocker sat and flagged a server for a drink. “So what can I do for you? And before you ask the answer is probably going to be, no. I'm particular who I help.”
Bret reached into his pocket and produced a leather pouch. He shook it and smiled.
Stone rolled his eyes. “You're kidding with that shit right? If you want to pay me for anything you better be ready to transfer some serious jack into my off shore account.”
Bret opened the pouch and spilled out a handful of precious gems the size of walnuts.
Rubies, emeralds, peals and diamonds sparkled under the casino lights.
Stone's eyes sparkled too. “You just tell me who you want destroyed and that fucker is history. For a little extra I can make his history disappear.”
“No violence just an introduction, and a recommendation. I'm new in town and would like to get in tight with the higher ups.”
“You want to meet the counsel, no big deal. I check you out and get you in say next month.”
“No, I was thinking you get me into see Barron, say right now.”
Stone sat back and studied the stranger's face. “Look whatever he did to you it ain't worth getting vaporized over. Do you have any idea the kind of security they have around here. I mean they let werewolves in here and even they don't start any shit.”
Bret held up a fabulous ruby. “This is just for talking to me.” He slid it over to Stone. Then he picked up a flawless diamond to win a queen's heart. “This one is to deliver a message. Tell Barron you want to introduce a friend. Say only this... I know how it works.”
Stone took the gems. “That's it?”
“If he accepts tonight you can have five more.” 
In the half hour it took the musician to return Bret figured they had sniffed him and probed his subconscious with every power available to them. Since he wasn't lying in the desert with a stake in his heart, he assumed he passed the introduction tests.
Stone waved him over and they went upstairs. Just outside the office door stood a mountain of man meat. Stone halted. “Andre will take you in. This is as far as I go. If you do something stupid and get vaporized. I don't want to be anywhere near you.”
“Bret handed him his reward and joked. “Don't spend it all in one place, save a little for your old age.”
Stone gave him a twisted smirk. “Clearly you haven't met the women around here.”

Coming soon chapter 20 The Gadget and 21 The Captain. Marilena Costa has a thriving underground blood business and the respect of every vampire in Las Vegas. Not bad for a mere human. Then a one eyed stranger swoops in weaving a web laced with sparkling jewels and fantastic tails. But experience warns her to shy away from the devilishly handsome monster. But her pounding heart says otherwise.

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