Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex, Dubious Consent, Plot

 

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Xander felt like an idiot.

 

He'd spent the past few nights wandering the seedier neighborhoods of Willow Creek, looking for Samedi's lost fledgling. Every so often, he'd take Maman Brigitte's ugly doll out, chant the incantation Carmilla had taught him and wait for some kind of sign. He did his best to do it when no one was around.

 

Damn it, this magic stuff was Cassie's thing, or Carmilla's. He was a computer programmer. OK, he was a vampire computer programmer who could call up the spirits of the dead and had a knack for mind control, but he was still more comfortable coding than chanting.

 

I look like an idiot, he thought.

 

 

He'd honestly hoped that breaking with the Dark Court would give him a chance at a kind of normal life. Live with his wife, Morgan, and raise their son together. Run his business. Just get to be Xander Goth for a while. 

 

Hadn't happened. Even as an outcast and apostate, he still needed to deal with the Court. Vampires were territorial. Without Samedi's permission to live and hunt in Willow Creek, he'd have been driven out of the city.

 

So, here he was, serving an elder of the Court that rejected him. Standing on a dark street chanting over an ugly doll and waiting for a sign. Was it supposed to talk or point or...

 

... or that, he thought as the doll started to glow and spark.

 

 

The trail of sparks led him to Patchy's Bar. 

 

A hangout for the hard-working folk of the Ridgeline and Bridgeview neighborhoods, the place was a step or two up from being a dive. Comfortable, in a blue collar way. It was a good place to get a beer, and maybe a find some companionship. The local ladies of the evening were always agreeable. Xander had been here a few times in the past, before he'd fallen out of favor. 

Thinking about it, he should have looked here sooner. He'd dismissed it. Honestly, he'd also been avoiding it. Patchy's was too close to Baron Criminel's territory for comfort.

 

He realized he'd missed the place. He wondered if Paula was still around.

 

 

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"Look, Malcolm, you've got to give me another chance," Dirk said. He was desperate, and not doing a good job of hiding it.

 

"I really don't," Malcolm said with a sly grin. "Honestly, Dirk, the only reason I even agreed to listen was because that hot little blonde piece was the best whore I've had in ages."

 

"I can get her," Dirk insisted.

 

"That's what you said before," Malcolm said patiently. "You disappointed me. You dropped out of touch. I had to make other arrangements at the last minute, so my friends weren't disappointed. Do you know how much that cost me?"

 

"I'll make it up to you," Dirk whined. "Come on Mal, you know I need this."

 

 

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Looking around, Xander spotted another reason he had for avoiding Patchy's. 

 

Malcolm was a parasite. A pimp and procurer, he lurked on the edges of Willow Creek's wealthy, trafficking desperate young women to jaded rich men. 

 

He was also a servant of the Court. Despite his pallor, slick black hair and expensive black clothes, Malcolm wasn't a vampire himself. He was a wannabe. A thrall, in the language of the Court. A mortal slave of the vampires. Xander knew Malcolm hoped that if he served well he might get the ultimate reward. Immortality.

 

Those young women he trafficked to the rich, he also trafficked to the vampires. 

 

Xander was ashamed that he was all too familiar with the man.

 

 

"Xander," Malcolm called out cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in ages."

 

"Malcolm," Xander nodded curtly, his eyes tracking the man Malcolm had been talking to. 

 

"A business associate," Malcolm said, following Xander's gaze. "He's going to find someone for me."

 

"Planning another party, are you?" Xander said, trying not to snarl. Some instinct was whispering to him that he should be following the departing man. First, he had to shake off Malcolm.

 

"Always." Malcolm smiled ingratiatingly. "You should join us. It's been so long. In fact, I'm trying to remember, what was the last party of mine you attended?"

 

"I don't recall," Xander lied.

 

 

"Lupe!" Malcolm grinned. "That pretty little Selvadoradan virgin. Well, she said she was a virgin. The innocent-looking ones always do. You know, if I remember right, I think Lupe might have been telling the truth."

 

Xander remembered. Malcolm had presented the beautiful, nervous young woman in white to a circle of rich, horny men. Rich horny men and two vampires - Xander himself and Nibo. Lady Nibo, since the vampire elder has chosen a female persona that night. He remembered she'd been dressed in her black and gold. 

 

Lupe had worn white. She'd been so beautiful. He'd wanted her from the moment he saw her. God forgive him.

 

 

"Yes, I'm almost sure Lupe was telling the truth," Malcolm said, his voice dropping to a whisper that he knew Xander's vampire hearing would be able to hear over the sounds of the bar. "I remember now, Counselor DuBois even paid extra to deflower her... but you didn't stay to watch."

 

He hadn't. He hadn't wanted to see the fat politician cheerfully stripping off his white suit. He remembered DuBois looming over Lupe's naked body. His hard cock in his hand as he prepared to take her (probably real) virginity. 

 

Xander's own lust had curdled at the sight. He'd felt nauseous. Guilty. He thought he should have said something, done something, to stop it. He hadn't. He hadn't dared to challenge Nibo, as the vampire used her powers to influence the girl, inspiring the innocent young woman to desperate lascivious passion.

 

The last thing he'd heard as he left was sweet, innocent Lupe begging DuBois to take her.

 

 

"Oh, you should have stayed, Xander," Malcolm continued. "You should have heard her gasp and moan with old DuBois on top of her. That look of wide-eyed innocent shock on her face when he fucked her. The way she begged him to cum inside her virgin pussy. It was glorious."

 

Xander could sense the memories in Malcolm's mind. He could hear the girl's voice, whimpering and begging. 

 

"Of course, when DuBois was finished, the other guys took their turns too. Innocent little Lupe, ass up, taking them one after another. Oh man, that girl moaned as she took their cocks. She begged them to fuck her like the cheap, worthless slut she was."

 

Malcolm's mind was open. Inviting Xander to hear the echo of Lupe's moans. To hear her grunting as one of those rich men pounded her pussy. Crying out as her body quivered with new, powerful feelings. Begging for them to continue, to take her, to use her body for their pleasure. 

 

The lewd wet slapping as her body moved, fucked, rutted like an animal against the man insider her.

 

 

"The only time she shut up was when she had a cock in her mouth," Malcolm chuckled quietly. "Even then she squealed, especially when one of the guys took her virgin ass. Innocent little Lupe, with all three of her fuck-holes stuffed with cock. After that, she couldn't get enough. She was mad for it. The innocent virgin turned into the perfect, cock-hungry three-hole whore."

 

He saw it, heard it, through Malcolm's mind. The girl's muffled cries, as hard cocks pounded into her.

 

 

"They must have used her all night long," Malcolm smiled. "Fucked her every way they could think of. When they were finished with her, she was such a sight. Just covered in cum. On her face, on her tits, dripping from her holes.

 

"Oh, if you could have seen her in that moment. Especially after Lady Nibo released her. Can you imagine the look on her face? Can you imagine what we did next?"

 

"You're a bastard," Xander snarled.

 

"Oh, Xander, tell me you're not sorry you weren't there," Malcolm smiled. 

 

 

"I'm having another little party soon," Malcolm said. "Not a virgin, but still so innocent. Almost as sweet as Lupe. You have to come."

 

"No," Xander growled, unsure if he was refusing Malcolm or himself.

 

"You don't have to be an outcast," Malcolm offered. "Swear fealty to Baron Criminel. He could accept you back. Serve him and you could enjoy all the pleasures of the Court."

 

"No," Xander repeated. A moment later, it hit him. "Wait... are you trying to recruit me or distract me?"

 

 

Maybe both, Xander realized.

 

Malcolm would definitely earn favor if he could bring Xander to Criminel. Whether Samedi's rival really wanted to recruit Xander or just destroy him was open to debate. It didn't really matter. Like he'd told Samedi, he had no desire to serve Criminel.

 

At the same time, Malcolm was worried. He'd hidden it well, distracting Xander with those memories, but he didn't want Xander following that other man. Which meant now Xander really wanted to follow him. 

 

Moving with the speed of a vampire, almost faster than the eye could see, Xander reached the street and started searching. 

 

Fortune favors fools. His sister had said that to him, and it seemed she was right. He found that man a few blocks from the bar. 

 

 

Why had Malcolm not wanted Xander to follow this man? What was he up to? 

 

Xander considered, briefly, returning to the bar, tracking Malcolm down and forcing the truth out of him. It wouldn't work. Malcolm had already proven he could throw off Xander's psychic powers. Force? The oily little creep would enjoy it. He'd probably cum in his pants even if Xander drained him dry.

 

No, better to follow this guy. See where he was going.

 

Jackpot.