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  BAD THINGS

  PART ONE: WHITE

  Hayden Ash

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  Contents

  THE STORY SO FAR

  NORA I

  MADELINE I

  JOHN I

  SHANE I

  DAMIEN I

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  THE STORY SO FAR

  Because this is the continuation of four separate stories colliding, I thought it would be good idea to offer a little set-up, in case you haven’t read the previous stories:

  In Daddy’s Little Vampire, John, a charming, normal man hooks up with Ana, who ends up nearly killing him. John ends up chasing Ana down in order to get revenge, but is thwarted by Ana and her ultra-powerful daddy-lover, Dracula.

  In Rescue Me, Daddy!!!, Nora manages to escape an abusive relationship only to find herself in need of saving from a handsome man with a secret, Damien. After Damien rescues her from rape, the two fall for one another, but Damien is forced to kill his employer, Julien, in order to finally be with Nora.

  In Mad Lust, Miranda is a dorky, high-school loser. She finally finds the nerve to talk to her biggest crush, popular jock, Shane. The two end up having wild sex where she discovers that Shane has a dark secret that she rather enjoys…

  In Slave 4 U, DADDY, Madeline is frustrated in life. She’s dealing with high-stakes politics of her profession, but when she’s assigned to murder the CEO of a successful company, Chuck, the business leader is able to turn the tables on her and ends up dominating her in all the waves she’s been secretly craving a man would do.

  So, these are the stories so far. Each of these characters will be present in the next three-part story “Bad Things.”

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  NORA I

  Silver light traced into forever, I see it all…

  DAMIEN and I arrive at the estate, a mansion…no, a castle. It’s black and angry looking—something murderous definitely goes on here. But, I can’t let Damien know I’m scared, even though I’m sure he senses it. I’m still new to this, and I don’t know how to act or how to carry myself.

  I just want to fit in…

  The rose-colored carriage that’s taken us up this menacingly steep hill finally comes to a halt. Damien steps out and raises his pale, strong hand out to help me down.

  When I step out of the carriage and onto the muddy ground, I look out past the castle to an enormous, blue ocean enveloped in a thick mist. I feel this strong impulse to jump out into the sea—knowing that the two hundred foot drop wouldn’t kill me—and the notion frightens me a bit because it’s very much unlike me to even think it. You’re going to have to forget about the old Nora, because a new Nora will be born or, rather, unborn. In the beginning, he will feel like a completely different person. I remember Damien telling me when he turned me. It’s been two years, however, and I still don’t feel at all like myself.

  “You’re right to be nervous,” Damien tells me, frowning.

  “Really?” I ask. “Are you nervous, too?”

  “Not for myself,” he says, his voice low and seductive even when he’s afraid. “But, for you, I am. I guess this is what it feels like to have something to lose. It makes one…weak.”

  “Then why are we here? Can’t we turn back?”

  “We could,” Damien says. “But we need his help.”

  “To help us find our daughter?” I ask—knowing it to be in vain.

  “No,” he answers quickly. “I told you that she’s lost to us. You’re not human anymore. You can’t afford to be so sentimental…”

  “Shut up!” I scream suddenly. “She’s our daughter!”

  I’m shocked to discover that tears are in my eyes, and even more surprised by the sensation that I suddenly want to rip Damien’s tongue out of his mouth and crunch it into a million little pieces. What’s happening to me?

  “I’m sorry, my love…” Damien says. “But, no, we need him for something else, but you’re going to have to trust me when I say that it’s much better that you do not know for what…”

  MADELINE I

  “You’re going to regret being so cocky, Chuck,” I tell my husband.

  “Such a loyal, supportive wife I have!” Chuck laughs to everyone in the crowded carriage.

  Of the eleven individuals riding to this party with my husband and me, only three are like us. This fact will be our undoing. I’m sure of it.

  “Of course, I support and believe in you. But, the man you’re going up against is hundreds of thousands of years old. You’re not even fifty years old!” I tell him. “It’s not too late to let turn you…”

  “ENOUGH!” He barks at me, commanding me into silence. “I am sick of you questioning me.”

  “Oh, right, who am I to question you except for the Queen…” I say, rolling my eyes.

  “You don’t know what it takes, you beautiful, naive girl, to rule. You can never play the game defensively. You have to always be on the attack, or you’ll be the one eaten alive,” he says, his voice brimming with confidence that I have to admit me on, even though I know he’s being an idiot right now.

  “OK…” I say, dutifully. “Just…tread lightly, because he’s more powerful than even your little fables would have you believe. Every one of us is terrified of him.”

  “Yes, I see that,” Chuck groans. “But, don’t worry about it, my pet. I would never put you in harm’s way. I have a plan. And, you know all too well that when I have a plan, then the rest of the world trembles because they know they’re in for some extreme pain.”

  JOHN I

  I should turn back.

  This is wrong. This is genocide, but if I don’t do it, then someone else will.

  It was a real miracle that I somehow survived the torture that those creatures put me through. And, I credit that survival to the one, unyielding motivation to one day make them pay not only for what they were doing to me but, in a broader sense, pay for who they are…abominations.

  I put the last of the ingredients, a gallon of my own, fresh blood, in the pot—just like I was instructed. My body feels incredibly weak, but I somehow force myself through the exhaustion and stand there in front of my stove to wait for it.

  Ten minutes go by without anything happening. I re-read my instructions over and over—looking for a possible missing ingredient or step to this. Fears start to creep in that I’ve been had by that old bitch…

  But then, something finally starts happening. Crimson sparks start popping off above the lid, and, later, a hand shoots out.

  Slowly, a person starts crawling out of the pot—one body part at a time. Through the bloody goop, a whole living thing finally emerges. He’s pale as snow, and his eyes are as red as blood covering his entire face and body. He’s skinny—skinnier than I imagined, but extremely handsome. And, of course, he’s got something—a very big penis—that instantly makes me feel very insecure inside myself. I regret this already.

  “So, are we going to fuck, or are you just going to stare at my cock all night long?” He asks me, his voice high and musical.

  “I’m…, I’m not…” I stutter.

  “Oh, relax, I’m not going to rape you, pretty boy, so calm yourself. It’s
just that usually we don’t get reincarnated for anything other than fulfilling some virgin’s greatest sexual fantasies,” he says, groaning. “So, what am I back amongst the living for, then?”

  “Revenge,” I say, my voice confident and strong now.

  “Against whom, love?” he asks me.

  “A vampire,” I tell him.

  “Ah, very interesting, indeed. Who’d you have in mind?” He asks, grinning now.

  “His…name is Dracula,” I say, becoming terrified again.

  “You want me to kill the oldest and strongest vampire ever to live? You want me to slay my King? To murder him in cold blood?”

  “Yes…” I say, preparing for him to kill me right here for even daring to ask him such a question.

  “Where do we begin?” He laughs wildly.

  SHANE I

  It’s finally happening. Here we go…

  Dad has assembled some of the most important of us all together in one place for the first time in centuries. I know he’s not as confident as he appears. There are many who no longer believe in him, and loathe what he represents—the old and the traditional. There are many who think it’s time he steps back so that someone younger and fresher can grab the mantle and lead us into a new age. A part of me agrees with them—dad’s ideas are not only out-of-touch but dangerous in that they don’t account for the many changes in society today. He’s seen so much: the rise and fall of entire civilizations and, yet, never accounted for the rise of the social media age and how it could bring us down.

  “She looks terrified, doesn’t she?” I ask my girlfriend, Miranda, pointing to Ana, my father’s wife.

  “She’s as weak as an ant. Someone should stomp their heel on her. I don’t know what your father sees in her…” Miranda says, her voice as cold as ice.

  “My, my, you’re such a natural at this,” I smile then kiss her on her neck.

  Then, I slip the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pin her up against the wall in the corner. Shadows envelop us and turn us invisible to everyone at the party. I reach down under her short, ruby dress, and reach up into her freezing cold pussy. It turns fire hot as I rub circles along her wet clit.

  “Not, now, baby,” she says, pulling my hand out of her. “Weren’t you the one complaining that your father doesn’t take you seriously? This isn’t exactly proving him wrong…”

  “You’re so right, my love. How did I ever manage without you in my life?” I ask, so, unfathomably, in love with her.

  “You were just an arrogant, douchebag boy when we met. Now, you’re an arrogant, douchebag man who happens to have an incredible…”

  “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” My father calls out, his booming voice interrupting my sweet girlfriend.

  “Come on, let’s go…” Miranda says, taking my hand.

  We walk over to my father’s side as he stands over the balcony of the foyer, presiding the many party-goers who just so happen also to be his subjects.

  I glare at Ana, the baby, the chosen one who was birthed literally to become my dad’s wife at the moment she turned eighteen years old. She is nothing but a child in my red eyes, and that’s all she’ll ever be. She is no mother, and, certainly, no Queen.

  “Ah, there is my son, your Prince! Always getting into trouble…” My father bellows. “Anyway, thank you all for coming all this way. I know there have been…rumblings…about my sovereignty being called into question. I am here to assure you all that there is no chance of me losing my position as your king. Those of you who have remained loyal should breathe a sigh of relief, for I will never allow any traitors to harm you. And, for those of you, all who are traitors yourself…just know that I know who you are and you will be dealt with,”

  The castle is entirely silent. I look out into the sea of faces, and can immediately tell who the conspirators are by the subtle movements in their faces—tiny micro behaviors that give away one’s real thoughts. There are many more of them than I had expected. There will be a lot of bloodshed in the next several hours.

  “Now, with all that ugly business out of the way…let’s party!” My father, Dracula, shouts jovially.

  DAMIEN I

  It kills me to keep this from her, this horrifying secret of mine.

  So, I slip out of the party and step out of the castle’s imposing walls. I take my time, standing, for a while, on the edge of the drawbridge, over a moat filled alway with black water that looks to have something demonic swimming around it. I’m asking myself how long I can keep up this up, and how long I want to. This is not the sort of marriage I wanted to build with her. I want to protect her, but all I ever end up doing is putting her in greater danger.

  Eventually, I walk further away from the castle, down the steep hill that’s so enveloped in darkness by now—not by the weather, but by something else, that I can hardly see more than a couple of feet in front of me. I know that Dracula has designed this to discourage me from what I’m currently bent on doing—escaping his grasp.

  I stumble upon a carriage unlike any I’ve ever seen before—it’s built out of gold plates, and there’s an ostentatious ring of diamonds over the circumference of the structure. It looks large enough to nearly fifty, terrifyingly enormous even to me because I know that anyone who would dare show off their power and wealth like this in front of Dracula is either extremely powerful themselves or suicidal.

  “Hello?” I ask, cautiously approaching the carriage.

  “Yes?” A small man says, appearing out of the darkness.

  “I just wanted to let you all know that the festivities have begun,” I answer, thinking on my feet.

  “Oh, yes, we’re aware,” the small man says, disdainfully. “You can tell your master that we’ll be there when we’re good and ready.”

  “My master?” I ask curiously. “You don’t bend the knee to Dracula?”

  “Not anymore,” the man says. “And, neither should you if you value your life.”

  “Right, well, I’ll be off then…” I say.

  “Goodbye,” the small man says, turning around back to the carriage.

  And, then, as I watch the little man pull himself up into the magnificent structure—I see the shadow of a man holding a young woman upside down by her ankles, while she tightly grabs onto his buttocks, and takes his entire anaconda shaped cock into her mouth. I can sense that he is not one of us, but that she is. This is unsettling because it’s clear that in the dynamic between them—he is the one with all of the power. In the five hundred years of my life, I have never encountered one of us ever willing to play submissive to a human.

  But, when I catch a quick glimpse of the face of the woman, I feel, for the time in my life, a rush of anxiety, because it is her.

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