Vampire King’s Little Killer

Desperation: a state of despair, typically one which results in rash or extreme behavior.

Lowell

At least there was something good about being a half-werewolf. I heal faster. I just turned twenty though probably looked like I’m thirty. I surely felt like I’m forty when my body had taken a good beating in the underground cage fighting. My knuckles felt like I’d put them through a grinder, at least my face was healed because I still need to work to pay off my debt to the Russians.

After years of dealing with Mom’s sickness, I was weeks away from clearing my debt with them. If my plan works. Lately, I was getting tired of juggling everything, and feels like I’m slipping away. Maybe it’s a good thing.

Losing Mom had felt like a lifetime ago. I had been struggling since her MS started to turn for the worst. I was young, stupid, and desperate when I decided to go to a loan shark. But it was the only thing I could think of and I did manage to get money for mom’s treatment when my biological dad had turned me down the moment I appeared at his doorstep.

Though now, years later, I was nowhere near better, financially. My chest tightened, my eyes starting to sting from my stupid desperation as I counted the last of my money. There won’t be much after I pay for gas, electricity, and groceries, looks like I need to skip breakfast and dinners until the next fight night. Because with a bruised body I couldn’t whore myself out. God, some days I think it’ll be easier for me just to die in that cage and not think about my bleak future. Finding Tessa was not easy, and I was getting desperate since the last time I ransacked her apartment.

I couldn’t even sell Mom’s house because the loanshark had the deed to the house. Just last week I almost decided to do it and leave it all behind and survive in the wild or something, somewhere I don’t have to think about bills and more bills. And some other days I dreamed of leaving this world entirely.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

A couple of more weeks, that’s what I got, until they decided my time was up. That same couple of weeks I threatened my half-sister who I know have the money to clear my debt once and for all. It was not in my nature to threaten a woman’s life, but I needed her money for my freedom. Then I’ll disappear and leave the country.

My phone buzzed with another date message, I turned her down for the day and set the appointment for tomorrow. Her place. Same rate. Which reminds me that I need to buy condoms. I was tired. Some days I even get too tired to fuck that I let go of sex dates and sleep until late in the afternoon, just so I don’t get hungry because I couldn’t afford breakfast.

But I needed her, and I was feeling better. My stomach was still bruised but it looked better than last night and tomorrow hopefully it will heal properly. Condoms, I need to go out walking a couple of blocks and buy a box. A couple of more weeks. Maybe I’d finally grow some balls and let one of those guys kill me already. At least I don’t have to sell my body for meals and utilities.

My thoughts didn’t interrupt my senses when I heard people whispering and moaning. From my backyard? But the closer I get, that was when I smelled them. Not humans. Vampires. I have no fuck to give to their kind. I get my baseball bat and am ready to smash some heads. Yes, I’ve fought a couple of them growing up. And with my belly hungry for a cheap sandwich I had no time for them but to scare them away from my property.

“Why the fuck are you leeches making out in my backyard?”

Two handsome strangers were locked in a compromising position. In a very sexual way that had my heart beating faster. I had to calm myself down. I was straight, but I know how seductive these vampires can be. They’re leeches, mom had taught me what she knew about other beings living within our vicinity. She taught me how I should live my life around them.

One of the vampires, the slightly slimmer chuckled as if he knew I was coming. Of course, they have heightened senses and surely they were better than mine since I was only a half-breed. An abomination, as one of my mom’s brothers, told me when she tried to ask for a loan and was rejected easily by not just one but all three of her brothers.

“I heard from someone that you’re the man to see, for a certain price. See, me and umm… my boyfriend here wanted a third.”

I almost stumbled when I heard him. It was common knowledge that vampires were deviants, probably because they were immortal and bored out of their minds. But never in my wildest dream that I’d be a third to male vampires. I’m not even gay, or bi.

“Uh, oh… but I don’t swing your way.” I managed to say without a tremble in my confused mind. God, I should’ve ignored the voice and turned the other way, and headed to the convenience store to buy the condoms. I could feel the flush creeping up my face when I saw the slimmer and younger vampire’s hand roam his partner with confidence.

“Really? Because I’d love to make you swing our way.” The vampire winked at me. And from out of nowhere in his hand was a thick roll of bills which gets my attention immediately. Food. I could have my full meals, maybe even some snacks. God, I haven’t had snacks in months.

“There you go, now, is there somewhere private where we can continue this? Preferably with you sandwiched between us?” He snickered and pulled his partner closer to his side and made a show of kissing his neck as the other male shuddered under him.

I know I was straight, I had turned down the same kind of offers in the past. Maybe it was my hunger, desperation, or the thick wad of bills that can cover my food for a month if I rationed it carefully but my cock did steer to life when I saw how the other vampire seemed to enjoy being touched by him.

The house was not an option for my seedy sexual favors. I didn’t want the Russians to know about my other side jobs or they might tax me for more than I could afford. They might even put me in their workforce and that’s what actually scared me. I learned about this the hard way when they found out about my effort to be a professional boxer. The second they knew, they put me in their cage telling me that I will have a better cut rather than climbing my way up for years and doing it legally.

“Not in my house.”

“Fine, come with us.”

I was still suspicious when my eyes went back and forth between them. But then my eyes fell to the other male’s bulge confirming that he was rock hard before I nodded and grabbed the roll of cash from the vampire’s hand. I was a fool and I know it. But a man’s gotta eat.

“I need to buy condoms first.”

“We’ll stop for condoms on our way.” The younger-looking vampire put his hand on my cheek slowly caressing me and I had to force myself to step back and hide my sudden hunger for the man’s touch.

It was not until I woke up in a cold dark room, in a bed, thankfully with my clothes still on that I realized that I was screwed. All the years that I’ve been careful, I should’ve known that with my kind of luck, it’ll be about time until I face my worst yet.

What the fuck did I get myself into?