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  BAD THINGS

  PART THREE: ROSE

  Hayden Ash

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  Contents

  THE STORY SO FAR

  MIRANDA I

  NORA IV

  ANA III

  MADELINE II

  JOHN III

  DAMIEN II

  MADELINE III

  MADELINE IV

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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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  MIRANDA I

  I don’t know what’s happening to me, but everything in me just feels like sadness and hate.

  It’s overtaking me, possessing me like some demon entering my body and imposing my will on my behalf…because I’m not strong enough, or I wasn’t strong enough, until now. And, I don’t even really care about revenge, but whatever is controlling me does. And, I give in to it, because it’s better than feeling the horrible pain of loss for the man I loved more than I love myself.

  I pin the vampire down on the ground and start slugging him hard in his face, my fists much larger than I’ve ever seen them—grotesquely large, in fact. I’m a monster now, and I don’t care. I only care about making this thing feel as terrible as I feel right now.

  His body becomes disfigured as I take out entire chunks out of his face with every punch. And, long after it’s clear that he’s dead, I keep on hitting him until there’s nothing left but a hundred chunks of his decayed flesh all over the roof and a large pool of his black blood.

  Then, I notice the other person is gone, and my body flies across the roof in search of him.

  “I’ll find you, human! Don’t think you can run! You’re nothing! And, when I finish with you, you’ll be so happy to die that you’ll pray to your God for it all to just end, but it won’t end. I won’t let it. I’ll torture you every single day, every single minute of your pathetic life!” I scream, totally losing control of my mind and body at this point.

  Just as I think I spot him running through the garden below me, I feel a tidal wave of energy shooting towards me, and manage to duck out of the way just before Dracula and Charles Trout come flying towards me, trapped in a ball of blue light as they battle one another to determine the fate of our entire species.

  And, I don’t care about any of it, because all I want is Shane back. I’ve lost all reason to live. And, realizing this, I run myself into the fire…

  NORA IV

  We’ve escaped, but only barely. Madeline and I manage to hide away from the brutality happening throughout the castle in a small, empty library.

  Things feel peaceful and so beautiful, suddenly, and I think to myself that it must be a strange effect of finding quiet in chaos. It’s a secret life in here—like we’re on another planet like we’re on a battlefield, but under a blanket capable of making us invisible even as soldiers stomp over us on their way to their deaths.

  And, she looks so beautiful standing there as moonlight shines through the stained glass windows and onto her beautiful, snow-white skin. I don’t know what it is, it’s certainly not anything in my nature, but I want her. I’ve never been with a woman, and I’m madly in love with my husband, Damien, but I want this woman. I want to be inside her, somehow. I want to bring her pleasure and glory and all the beautiful things in the world and to shield herself from everything awful and cruel.

  I take a step towards her, slowly. She becomes aware of me in the way I am now entranced by her. She can tell how I feel and what I want, and she’s clearly very willing to give it to me even as the madness surrounds us from all sides. I grab her by her waist and pull her violently against me, and we kiss in the moonlight, wrapping our tongues together. I reach into her dress and cup my hands over her breasts, palming them as best I can in a gentle massage.

  And, then, I bite her upper lip and squeeze her hard nipples. Then, just as I start to reach under her dress, up her inner thigh that’s already soaking and dripping hot, sweet-smelling cum, I feel two powerful hands reach around me from behind and throw me back against a bookcase.

  “Damien!?” I shriek in confusion.

  “No…,” he says, in a low, sad voice.

  “I’m about sick of you, whoever the hell you are. As I said, I’m about to be your Princess, so I’d think twice about crossing me. I’m sorry to have to take your wife, but she’s mine now,” Madeline says.

  “Nora, I have something to confess…” Damien says, ignoring Madeline. “I’m…so sorry…”

  “What is it, Damien?” I ask.

  I feel like I want to cry even before I hear what he has to tell me. I’ve never seen him so melancholy. I usually bring out the brightest disposition in him just by being myself, but now I seem to be causing him an immense amount of pain.

  “Just remember that I love you more than anything and that I promised you once that I would rescue you and keep you safe no matter the cost…” Damien begins. “Well, to keep that promise, I had to make a deal.”

  “What…what deal?” I ask, terrified.

  “After he had found out what I had done to Julien, Dracula had sentenced you to a true death. It is considered high treason to kill one of our own, and to kill one of us with a higher rank is considered unthinkable. So, to save your life…I had to promise him something worth everything to him.”

  “What is worth everything to the King of Vampires?” Madeline asks him.

  “You…” Damien says, his voice heavy with regret.

  “What…what do you mean? You didn’t give me to Dracula. I don’t even know you!” Madeline shouts.

  “You do, though, you do not remember me. You were too young when we separated…” Damien says. “Thousands of years before either of you came into existence, I did something to save my sister’s life that caused me to become permanently disgraced and lose all of my titles. Julien, a man, possessed only by the desire for w
ealth, was the only one willing to take me in after I had been excommunicated from the kingdom…You see, I am a part of Dracula’s bloodline, far removed, but still with traces of his genetic code, considered superior to all others. Dracula is obsessed with living forever, and, in his effort to accomplish this, he’s always wanted a bride who was his relation, but something always gets in the way. I…tricked him into believing that Queen Ana was a closer relation to him than my sister and me to spare her from a life as his concubine. Still, Ana is not actually related to him at all, which, when he realized, caused him to excommunicate me, rather than kill me, because it would be considered treasonous, even for Dracula, himself, to kill his own blood relation…”

  “What the fuck does this have to do with me!” Madeline shouts at him.

  “Because all of Dracula’s family has been killed in various coups against him, I am his own living relative and the heir to his throne. I can’t explain why he hasn’t procreated with Ana. Perhaps, she’s infertile or, perhaps, he was always holding out hope that…”

  “That what, Damien, we don’t have much time, so just cut to the point!” I cry, no longer able to wait any longer for what I imagine is a very horrible revelation.

  “That I would have a child that he could marry and impregnate!” Damien says, finally.

  “So…I’m?” Madeline says, suddenly barely able to speak.

  “You are my daughter, yes,” Damien says. “This is her, Nora, this is the daughter we lost several years ago.”

  “What?! But she looks older than I do, Damien!” I shout.

  “That is because you were not born a vampire, you were turned, so you will appear to be the same age as you were on the day I turned you. Madeline, on the other hand, ages quite rapidly. She is only two years old. However, she will, eventually, become capable of making herself appear whatever age she chooses to be.”

  “No, this can’t be true!” Madeline starts crying. “I have a father and a mother…an entire family!”

  “No, the only family you have is Nora and me, and our ancestors and relatives. Everything that you remember happening before two years ago, never actually did happen. They were memories that were planted in you by a vampire named Gideon…” Damien says. “Now, lie down, because, within a few minutes, your mind will begin to rearrange itself as it lets go of all of your false memories. And, Madeline, it would hurt quite terribly…”

  ANA III

  Chuck electrocutes daddy, pushing his blue-light covered hand down over daddy’s face, smoothing it into nothingness.

  Daddy screams, sounding weak and frightened for the first time, and to see someone as big and as strong and massive as daddy cry is a horrifying thing that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies.

  The blue light pulsates all over daddy’s body, making it smaller and smaller until he’s no bigger than a child. And, even with daddy so reduced and pathetic, Chuck doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing daddy further into the ground, possessed, demonic, truly astounding in his cruel animalism—his devastating instinct for the kill.

  And, then, daddy is no more, and I cry, but I’m not sad. I’ve witnessed two animals in the wild fighting to the death, and the better animal won. The real predator captured and dominated his prey and made it his. This is Natural Selection, and, as I look at Chuck Trout, I see an Alpha. I am no fool—I will submit to him if he asks me. He is the only one who can protect me now.

  As Chuck wipes daddy’s blood out of his face, I make sure that when he opens my eyes again, it’s to the sight of my big, large milk-covered breasts. He looks at them fiendishly, devouring them with his wild-man, hungry eyes.

  He walks towards me, stalking like a lion, which I find I prefer to daddy’s habit of merely appearing. I like the buildup, the promise that each step makes that I will be his soon enough. That there is no escape. That sex with him is inevitable.

  And, then, he pins me down right here, just outside of the castle, ready to conquer me in front of what’s left of the Vampire Kingdom.

  “Forget about that little bitch,” he grins, his teeth drenched in black blood. “You’re my Queen…”

  The words get me so horny that I start to levitate into the air, and he levitates with me, somehow able to share my power and make it his.

  We’re hundreds of feet in the air now—the castle far below us, and the stars looking closer than ever, the moon larger-than-life. He undresses me—takes down my dress, and ripping my bra and thong off with the flip of his pinky. I bare my pussy to him, ready to be worshipped like the queen I am, but also pounded like the slut I want to be for him. He has the effect of making me want to be his sex slave—so dominant and cruel, and I submit to him completely.

  He puts me on my hands and knees and fucks me hard like a bitch—splitting my ass cheeks wide open while he inserts his powerful penis, so deep into me that I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow came out of my mouth. He slaps my ass hard, like I’m his pet, and then puts several of his deep down my throat like he’s trying to choke me. I cough them out, but he just pushes them back even harder.

  Then, he starts pumping his humongous thing harder and harder inside my pussy, making it convulse in pleasure. I pant hard for air—hardly able to handle the pressure of his throbbing cock.

  “Yes, daddy! Yes! Don’t stop! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop!” I scream as loud as I can.

  MADELINE II

  “Let’s go!” Damien screams. “Time is running out…”

  “We’re going as fast as we can, daddy!” Nora says, kissing him as we run towards the edge of the castle bridge and prepare to hop off.

  Then, we lunge high into the air, and fly through the air like three white missiles in the black sky—away from the war, away from everything. And, we land on our feet, on the grass in a garden filled with beautiful roses.

  “There’s an enchantment place…we’re safe,” I tell Damien and Nora…my, parents.

  “Julien is dead…” Damien says, talking to himself.

  “He was alive?” Nora asks, very excited.

  “Yes, I could feel his energy for a while, but…it’s gone now,” Damien says.

  “You know what? I don’t even want to know how he was brought back to life after you decapitated him…” Nora says.

  “Oh, but I do!” A woman says.

  I turn and see a vampire so monstrous that I’m not even sure she could be called one. It towers over us, licking its lips, bloodthirsty.

  She grabs Nora in both her enormous hands then starts to crush her. Nora shrieks in pain as her body begins to collapse into itself under the immense weight of this monster’s grip.

  Then, Damien charges the beast and knocks her to the ground. He raises his fist to smash her face in, but she grips his arm and throws me hard against the stone wall.

  “Julien took everything I cared about! Now, you’ll feel the same feeling of loss…” she shrieks.

  “You don’t understand! Julien was my worst enemy. I killed him to protect my wife!” Damien tells her as he struggles to his feet.

  “Shut up! Stop talking. You…all three of you…die now!”

  JOHN III

  I’ve got something black in my eyes that I can’t wipe out. I think I’m dying.

  My legs are no longer working, and I’m in unbelievable pain, but, despite it, I force myself to climb up the roof of the castle towards the big, silver fire at the top, so I can tip it over and burn all of these abominations to the dust.

  But, as I get closer to the flames, my mind starts to race, and my heart beats extremely fast in a deep panic. I realize only now, my greatest dream so closely within my reach that I do not want this. This one act could mean near-genocide for an entire species. Who am I to play God?

  I stop crawling upwards and, instead, roll onto my back and close my eyes to prepare for death. When I open my eyes again, I see a full moon and, in it, the figure of two of the…creatures…violently fucking each other. Somehow remaining suspended in air, the male pins the female’s h
ead down and drills his hard cock deep into her pussy while he violently fingers her asshole, making her cry. This is not sex to me…this is something much more perverse. These things aren’t capable of love or any emotion, really, except for lust and greed. They are demons, God’s mistakes, and they all to be deserved alive for how can this world ever be great again with them in it?

  I climb the last bit of the way to the fire, and, when I reach it, I grab onto the huge metal plate and hoist myself into it. My body becomes enflamed in the searing silver flames, and I use the last remaining bit of life left in me to jump onto the glass moon roof—smashing it completely, and flying straight down at the vampires who are too busy murdering one another to notice their own deaths speeding towards them in a bright, grey ball.

  But, even if they did realize what I am, it would be too late, because there’s nothing they can do to stop me.

  And, now, they know how we feel.

  DAMIEN II

  “Please, don’t do this!” Nora screams, sobbing.

  I can tell, however, that this demon doesn’t care at all about the fact that I have nothing to do with her lover’s death. She is determined to spread her misery, and she will not stop until a blood exchange has been made. A life for a life.