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                   {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 7 of 50
                      [Yotna El'toub] (F-solo, MF, MC)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters 
portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any 
similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The 
characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to 
state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter seven: A Foul Day.

Jeff sat waiting impatiently. This was one of the things that most 
frustrated him about this Country and this peculiar outpost of it, the 
apparent slowness of life. Everything here had its place and time, and when 
it came to time, plenty of it. He gazed around the Police Station; it was 
odd, the cop shop was located in Plymouth Railway Station - it could only 
happen in Cornwall!

"Mr Contadino? My Sergeant tells me you insist on seeing someone in 
authority. I'm sure he has explained the situation; your family have only 
been missing for a very short period of time. They may well turn up of their 
own accord."

"Listen buddy, I have just about had my fill. Are you going to take action, 
or are the police in this damn country IMPOTENT? YOU KNOW LACKING IN BALLS?"

The inspector stepped back, cocked his head and adopted a conciliatory tone.

"You are clearly upset, Mr Contadino, I will find a room and we will discuss 
this further. By the way, I'm Inspector Bright, at your service," the tubby 
man extended his hand.

Jeff grasped it firmly and awarded it a cursory shake.

"Thank you."

Five minutes later the policeman returned.

"This way please, Mr Contadino," he said.

Jeff sat down on the hard plastic chair and swung his long legs under the 
Formica topped table. He related most of his tale to an apparently 
uninterested audience. Suddenly the inspector became more animated.

"You said three people were missing, your wife, daughter and a friend."

"Yes, that's right," Jeff replied.

"What's the friend's name?"

"I don't know, I'm guessing. Because of the panties, there were three 
pairs," Jeff said.

"Would the name Hebbert mean anything to you?"

"No, why?" Jeff asked.

"No reason. Panties, you said panties, am I to assume they left naked?" the 
inspector asked.

"How the hell do I know? I wasn't there! Panties, three pairs crumpled on 
the floor, dirty panties, oh god ..." Jeff started to sniffle.

"Dirty, what do you mean, dirty?" the inspector frowned.

"You know, stiff, full of... secretions," Jeff motioned vaguely with his hand, 
pointing downwards.

The inspector blanched a little, his face displayed open disgust.

"Wait here, Mr Contadino, I need to confirm something."

"Sure."

The inspector walked from the room and secured the door quietly. He quickly 
made his way to the front desk.

"Jack, that Hebbert girl, when did her mother report her missing?"

"Let me see, that'd be Wednesday night, George."

"Wednesday, 48 hours ago, hmmm..."

"What is it George, you think our Yank was involved?" Jack asked.

"Could be, he's a weirdo this one, he's got this thing about panties."

"Panties?" asked Jack.

"Hmmm, bit odd wouldn't you say? Get Lorna to come and join me. I'm in 
interview room number three."

"Will do, d'you want some coffee?"

"Please Jack, I have a feeling this one may take a while!"

               --------------------------

Rachael drove aimlessly into the dimming twilight, her eyes scouting the 
horizons for somewhere to hole up for the night. The van swept past a dull 
grey stretch of water. Pearl suddenly sat up, pointing through the side 
window.

"What's that?" she asked.

Rachael stared at the narrow sliver of light half way up the hill on her 
left. She squinted and then smiled wickedly.

"I have no idea, Pearl, but whoever is up there is about to get three 
unexpected visitors."

"I can't see how we can get up there," Pearl said.

Rachael glared at her nervous companion.

"Spare me the worry, we'll get up there, you see if we don't!"

A few hundred yards further, and Rachael swung the van violently to the 
left. The gears ground in protest as the van lurched unsteadily up a rutted 
track. Rachael was in her element; Pearl on the other hand, hid, peeking out 
from between her whitened fingers. With a ferocious whoop, Rachael skidded 
to a halt. Cruelly she laughed at the sound of Virginia's limp body as it 
bounced around the rear of the van.

"We have arrived! And to prove it, we are here..." Rachael giggled.

"Where, though, what is this place?" asked Pearl.

Rachael reached across and crushed Pearl's cheeks between the thumb and 
forefinger of her right hand. Savagely she kissed Pearl, and then pulled 
away.

"That's for you to find out my love, off you go!" Rachael ordered.

"But, it's dark, I, I don't..." Pearl started to protest.

"Yes you do. You can! We can do anything!" Rachael's eyes flashed 
passionately.

Pearl shuffled her bottom, opened the door and dropped with a sigh on to the 
damp grass. She glanced back, a short look that silently asked `Do I have 
to?' She knew the answer, so shrugging she turned and plodded off to 
explore.

Rachael started an exploration of her own; she drove her trembling hands 
under the waistband of her jeans. Urgent fingers separated her slick, 
wrinkled labia. Rachael grunted as her own fingertips ravished her plump 
clitoris. `God I'm so hot, so powerful, nothing can stop me!' Rachael thrust 
her hips upwards driving her wet digits deep inside her contracting opening. 
Screaming into the night, Rachael came again and again.

Pearl cautiously tiptoed inside the doorway, running her fingers over the 
rough wooden door. She slunk along in the shadows, creeping towards the only 
source of light she could see. Suddenly the light swung her way, blazing 
directly in her eyes.

"Stop there, who are you? What do you want?" a voice screamed.

"I'm Pearl; I'm looking for somewhere to sleep."

"And you picked here? You must be as desperate as me!"

"Maybe, I am."

"Do you know any first aid, Pearl?" the voice asked.

"No, why are you hurt?"

"Not me, but my friend Lalo needs help."

Pearl walked forward into the arc of light. She looked at the two girls. A 
pale girl with auburn tresses sat on her haunches, the other girl's head 
rested limply in her lap.

"Is she dead?" Pearl asked.

"No, she is breathing, just."

"So, she's Lalo, who are you?"

"I'm Cath, can you help?"

"I can't, but I have a doctor with me outside, she might be able to."

"A doctor! Great, go and get her."

"Um, can you help me carry her in? She's unconscious at the moment."

Cath sullenly shook her head in disbelief.

"Lead on, McDuff," she said.


                  ------------------------------


Inspector George Clunes stared at his empty tea cup, and then he looked at 
Detective Sergeant Mills. He winked once, whistled under his breath and 
spoke in a low melodious tone.

"So, Mr Contadino, erm, Jeff. Now let me confirm what you have told us. You 
came home, and found evidence of your wife having had an orgy with Lalo your 
daughter, and one of her school friends. Correct?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Good, now you say that the three of them had been abducted by persons 
unknown. Correct?" The inspector asked.

"Not unknown, I've told you who I suspect."

"Oh yes, an internationally famed group of superstars! Who happen to be 
lesbian vampires! I almost forgot..." Clunes let his disbelief show.

"I know it sounds a bit unlikely," Jeff replied.

"Unlikely? Unlikely! I have heard some poor, ill-thought out alibis in my 
time. But this takes the ticket. Now, how about confiding in us, try telling 
us the truth."

"I have been."

Clunes stood up, and gripped the edge of the table; his face turned pale 
with undisguised rage. He extended a shaking finger and went to click off 
the tape recorder.

"Interview suspended at 21:15, toilet break," he glared down at Jeff, "I am 
going to evacuate my bladder. I suggest you do the same to your mind. Flush 
away this vampire crap, and come up with the truth, all right, Mr 
Contadino?"

Jeff spoke quietly to the Detective Sergeant.

"Has he had a bad day, or what?"

"You are pushing him too far, Jeff, he's bound to get tetchy," she replied.

"I'm pushing him too far! I've had enough of this crap. I will find them 
myself!"

"You can't leave until Inspector Clunes returns."

"OK, I'll wait for the laughing policeman. I'll tell him what I think of 
British justice, and then I'll leave!" Jeff spat.

"Good, now settle down, he'll be back in a minute," Lorna advised.

"Sorry, I don't mean to get so twitchy, I'm just upset."

"It's OK, I understand, do you really believe your wife has been taken by 
vampires?"

"Oh, I don't think Sergeant, I know so!"

"Fine, well, I'm sure we will find them for you."

"You mean it, you believe me?"

"May be, I've heard things on the grapevine..."

At that moment, Inspector Clunes walked back into the room, slamming the 
steel door behind him.

"What are you both looking so sheepish about?"


                   ----------------------------


As Cath followed Pearl's slim form, she wondered at the recent changes in 
her life. All things taken, she was happier; no that was the wrong phrase 
`more satisfied' with her lot. But she had never been so afraid, Mum, her 
school and all the `normal' safe things seemed distant memories. It was so 
exciting and her confidence was growing, but so was her fear; just where was 
she going?

The cool outside air washed over Cath and stirred her from the reflections 
on her life. Pearl dashed off to the driver's door of a white van, which was 
parked nearby. The van trembled as the engine cut out. A shadowy figure 
emerged from the cab, something about its motion was familiar, that cocky 
gait, Cath knew she had seen it somewhere...

Once Cath's eyes adjusted to the headlights glare, she was certain, there 
was no need for an identity parade; it was the usual suspect. Cath stiffened 
against Rachael's unexpected hug, as confusion masked Cath's young face. 
Rachael broke away, and then placed a warm kiss on Cath's gaping lips.

"OK sister, what help do you need?" Rachael asked.

"Umm, Lalo's sick, I think she may be dying..."

"That bitch!" Rachael spat, "dying is too good for her."

"I'm serious, Rachael, she doesn't look good."

"I was serious too, petal, but for you..."

Rachael reached out with her hand, still damp from her self-fondling, and 
stroked Cath's auburn hair. Sensuously she wound a tress around her fingers. 
Cath reacted to the touch by backing away.

"It's all right Cath, it's no longer an issue; lets just say, the last few 
days have opened more than my eyes," Rachael laughed.

"Please, just help her!"

"Sure, Pearl, wake up the sleeping beauty--it may be she does have her 
uses," Rachael ordered.

Pearl scurried away to the rear of the vehicle, several noisy seconds later, 
she emerged complete with the older woman slumped against her. Cath moved 
forward and slung the woman's flopping left arm over her shoulder; together 
the threesome trudged towards the bunker.

"Are you sure she's in a fit state to help anyone?" Cath asked.

Rachael burst into peals of harsh laughter.

"That's the trouble with older woman, Cath, as you'll find out, they have no 
stamina!"

Cath ignored the jibe, and struggled to get the semi-conscious woman through 
the restrictive doorway. A surprise awaited Cath when she finally manoeuvred 
into the dim bunker; Lalo stood at its centre calmly watching the odd 
procession.

"Lalo! You're OK?" Cath puffed.

"Rachael's arrival woke me," said Lalo.

"Rachael? How did you know?" asked Cath.

"Rachael and I are sort of - connected."

"But not for much longer, you fucking bitch!" Rachael screamed.

Like a swooping Harpy, Rachael flew across the dank bunker, her hands 
extended, her fingers bent into claws.

"I'm going to rip your eyes out..."

Rachael never got to the expletive in her sentence; her body hit an 
invisible wall, crumpled slightly, and then flipped, hurtling into the side 
of the bunker. Winded and crushed, Rachael slid down the wall and sunk to 
her knees at its base.

Lalo calmly turned her attention to the woman that hung supported between 
Pearl and Cath. Lalo's right hand rested on Virginia's wavy brown hair. Her 
eyes closed momentarily and Lalo spoke softly under her breath. Virginia 
Kemp returned to the land of the living.

This task completed, Lalo swung around regally and glared down at Rachael.

"The days of the playground are over Rachael. Here, I am the mistress, and 
you are but a novice," Lalo paused, and picked her words, "do you pledge 
allegiance to me? Or do you still wish to play schoolgirl games? Think 
carefully before you answer."

Rachael cursed under her breath, she was about to speak, but then paused. 
Finally, her reply emerged.

"Allegiance."


"Good, that is, for once, a sensible decision."

Lalo stood back and gazed at Pearl and Rachael--the words she spoke came to 
her from the ether.

"So foul and fair a day I have not seen"


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"Interview resumed 21:21. Present, Inspector George Clunes, Detective 
Sergeant Lorna Mills and the suspect, Jeff Contadino."

"Suspect? What do you suspect me of? I'm just here to find my family,"

"Me, I'm suspicious by nature. Must be why I'm a policeman. I'm not sure 
exactly what I do suspect you of at present. It could be, rape, abduction, 
false imprisonment, murder or just wasting police time. But be sure of this, 
I'm going to nail you on one of them."

"I protest! I'm innocent of anything, all I want is help."

"Ah, a cry for help was it?" The inspector asked.

"Listen you fool, I'm going to walk out of that door, and then I'm going to 
go and try to find my family."

"Sergeant, read Mr Contadino his rights, and make the charge kidnap and 
suspected murder. Goodnight, Mr Contadino, I hope a night in our cells will 
cure your fantasies. Tomorrow, we can have a more down to earth chat."

Without as much as a second glance, Inspector Clunes stomped out of the 
room; behind him he heard the pleasant tones of Lorna's voice.

"You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence..."

George slapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee, this was the 
big one he had waited for!

How right he was; yet how little he knew.

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Vampyre Daze end of part seven...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub February 2005
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