Page 16 of Mad Hatter Vampire Prince

The Mad Scientist

Within the parameter of her apartment building, her security system opened fire a barrage of arrows my way. I avoided them and deflected three with ease. I jumped into her bedroom window, hiding my face from the glittering splinters of glass that shattered around me. Cuts bled and then healed within seconds. I dropped onto the floor of her room, pleased with the shards of glass shimmering on the unpolished wooden floors. An eye for an eye. It was only fair after she had broken my window to escape my bathroom. I shook my head back and forth shaking pieces out of my hair. I was excited to finally see inside the little mouse’s den.

It was exactly how I had envisioned it–minimalist. There was a single bed positioned in the corner of the shoebox room. A tall ceiling sized mirror was positioned across from it. In the corner beside her bed was a wardrobe. I inspected the top drawer. All her panties were boring. No lace whatsoever. That’d be something I’d fix. I collected one of the grey boring ones and stretched it out. Not even a thong. I shook my head in disapproval and threw it over my shoulder and onto the floor. I inspected the private ensuite. It was as functional as her bedroom. It fitted with a shower, toilet, and single basin. The only add ons were a bar of soap, toilet paper, toothbrush, and toothpaste. I closed the door to the bathroom wishing I hadn’t witnessed the tragic lifestyle she led. My Sasha Darling, who swapped your home out for a prison cell?

The entire bedroom smelled of Sasha but there was something beyond her scent that caught my interest. I walked through the door that opened into a small living room and a kitchen that was hidden by a wall in the corner. A double sofa was positioned in front of an outdated television that had begun to collect dust. The side light in the kitchen was turned on and flies collected on a sandwich she had been making before I interrupted her. She took more care of her training equipment in the abandoned pool room over her own inhabitants.

I could sense another two humans in the apartment building. I had always noticed that there were another two, of what I assumed to be tenants. Their heartbeats were erratic. Their scents made me pull back my nose in hesitation to take another whiff. I couldn’t pinpoint the smell, but it repulsed me.

I could sense Sasha running closer towards her abode. Why was my little mouse monopolizing an almost abandoned building? I listened out for the erratic beating hearts and decided to follow the mystery behind them. Perhaps these humans were her hidden secret. I walked through the living room and out the front door that led onto a hallway. A small light flickered on and off in a futile attempt to remain on. The trimmings on the walls were dusty and the smell of mold overwhelmed my nose.

I looked down either side of the hallway and followed the trace of the erratic heart beats. I ventured right. What was my little mouse hiding? There was a door for an abandoned apartment on my left. On my right was the door to the pool room that she used for training. I came to a dead end and grimaced as I opened the door to the cleaning closet. I was certain this was the only way to reach the humans. Sasha was close now. I had to find whatever bizarreness she was hiding before she found me first.

The light continued to flicker on and off in the hallway behind me. I curiously looked through the cleaning cupboard, that only contained a broom and mop. Neither had been used in months. Cobwebs had begun to form on them. I listened carefully, pinpointing the exact location of the heartbeats that were underneath me. I searched the walls and ceilings to see if there was some magnificent trap door. No such thing and if there were, I simply couldn’t find it. Keeping in mind that Sasha was rounding the corner to her apartment building, I shrugged my shoulder. Well that left me no choice. I could just break in the floorboard. I raised my leg and smashed my foot through the flooring. It obliterated and I looked down into the gloomy hole as the mop bucket bounced on the floor beneath. If the mop bucket didn’t trigger any security trap then I should be fine, I considered. I dove through.

The room was dark and a mixture of foreign smells. My eyes adapted quickly to the dark as I circled the room with my eyes. Behind me was a door. Well I’ll be damned, there was a door after all. There must’ve been a secret stairwell somewhere in the building. A leak in the roof continued to drip. It pattered every few seconds. The room smelt of stale walls and mold grew underneath the floorboards that I had just busted through. The ground was cemented and filthy with remnants of mud. It had been scraped up and swept from what looked like a flood.

I rose my eyebrows in surprise at the two vampires that were strung open along the wall. They were strapped in silver so they couldn’t move. Their arms and legs were stretched out. A silver strap was burned into their neck so they couldn’t move. Their neck had tried to regenerate but molded with the silver. Neither of them was conscious. Their veins were dark blue and shimmering through their porcelain and exhausted skin. For how long had they been starved?

Staged across the vampires were two cages that imprisoned humans. They were frail and malnourished. Their cages smelt of feces and urine. They shuddered in the cold and away from me, terrified. Their wrinkly and exhausted bodies struggled to breath under the density of air in the room. That explained the erratic heartbeats. It would appear my little mouse had some pets of her own. I scanned the display cabinets that showcased bottles with odd substances, titled with scribbles I’d never seen before. In the center of the room was a silver gurney with thick silver straps. Positioned beside it was a small removable silver table with sharp tools that I’d only ever seen in the use of torture. I was impressed by her selection. I opened the small drawer underneath that consisted of long needles and vials that contained colored liquids. In the corner of the room was a wooden desk. Stacks of paper with crazy scribblings were not so neatly piled on the desk.

Sasha attempted to be quiet as she walked down the steps. Never would this woman be able to sneak up on me. The wound on her neck had reopened and the erotic smell of her blood flooded into the room. She must’ve scurried back desperately to reopen a wound on her neck. She stood at the door and before she creaked it open, I spoke.

“Sasha Darling,” I said turning around to face her. She creaked open the door and her silhouette came into focus. Those brown eyes seemed to glow in the dark. She was like a predator whose cave had been infiltrated. Despite the darkness in the room her gaze was intent on me. She could see me just as well and clearly as I saw her. This sensitive and attractive human was fully aware of the stakes right now. I had crept in and exposed her darkest secret. “Did you take up your mother’s work?” I asked curiously. I approached one of the vampires causally and raised a finger to touch him.

“Don’t touch him!” She outbursts. I looked back at her and growled low from the bottom of my throat. My upper lip pulled back slightly to reveal my aged fangs. I didn’t like it much when she defended another male, no matter the circumstance. If she had said ‘it,’ I would’ve been okay, but my far too crazy self didn’t see quite clearly after that. I ripped his head off and threw it into the center of the room. She screamed a gurgling cry and lunged for me. I caught her with little effort. Her blood patched against my own bare chest as she tried to struggle against me. She was nothing more than a wild animal. Her eyes enveloped into their oblivion, black as she thrashed against me. Crazy. She was a brilliant crazy scientist.

Her reaction to my interference of her workspace was all I needed to see so I could summarize the lies that she had laid out up until this point. My Darling Sasha had lied and cheated to cover her tracks. She took opportunity in the events that unfolded before her and was gambling with her life in the sake of her work. She undoubtedly lied to the throne. She had even lied to me. What a clever vixen she was.

“Your father didn’t really leave the walls, did he?” I asked with a theory in mind. If he had convicted his own wife for her experiments, I imagined his resolve would be no different towards his daughter. His crazy blood thirsty daughter who would never run but fight instead. There was no space for concern of family and loyalty in a person who was not entirely sane.

The mention of her father gave her a moment of pause. Her head jerked to the side as she looked somewhat ashamed. “He found out about this experimenting, didn’t he?” I said pushing back her wild hair that was tarnished in vampire blood. She didn’t flinch away from my touch. Her body eased slightly as the flow of adrenalin passed through. Her black eyes were gobbled up by her brown pupils. The mention of her father was a reality that could pull her back from her monstrous state.

“I was searching for an answer,” she begun desperately explaining herself. “My mother’s work had purpose,” she pledged. Her line of thought was scattered. “I was her failure, but I can make better ones. Faster and stronger ones!” She sounded resolved and that fiery determination flashed through her eyes as she looked at me again. I wiped a smear of blood away from her cheek, totally intoxicated by the mass of crazy that had thrown herself onto me.

“Better what, Sasha Darling?” I had never been so curious by someone else’s thought process other than my own. I wanted to hear her answer. I wanted to see where her curious and lethal mind led to. What was my Sasha craving more than anything else in this world? What was her mad hatter ambition? She paused momentarily as she held her breath. I doubted that she had ever expressed her deepest darkest secrets to anyone. Only perhaps the very people she experimented on. I wanted her to let me in. To submit to me and let me into her most volatile scheme. Her body tightened before she unhinged and admitted her crazy resolve.

“Hunters,” she whispered. “Human weapons to kill the vampires and take us into the new world.” Her eyes were crazed and my cock throbbed at the over ambitious statement. I pulled her hair back and looked down at those wild eyes that were pinned on me. She pressed a gun to my chest. My cock hardened in response and a low whimper came out of her as she felt it. I pressed it against her, as if demanding more answers. She whimpered as she pressed the gun harder into my chest. I didn’t have to voice my question, there was an understanding between us that needed no words. “My father discovered what I was doing, and I had no choice…” She pressed down on me, her hips rolling in response.

“You killed him,” I finished her sentence. I didn’t care who she killed and why. It turned me on when my pet was willing to get her hands bloody for what she most desired. Even if it were her own family. Everyone could be discarded. It was the guarantee in this unfortunate life. It excited me that we had both killed our fathers for reasons that suited our own agenda. Yet another reason why my little mouse was as brilliantly wicked as me.

“Sasha Darling,” I growled and let her see my fangs for what they were. The very abomination she hated. I was the one thing she despised most. I pressed my cock harder against her leather pants to feel the outline of her sweet lips. She pressed the gun harder against my chest as I pressed further against her. “I think you’re batshit crazy but that enthralls me like you wouldn’t believe.” I spun her and slammed her back against the wall. The smells and horrors of the room simmered away in the distance. I was totally and inevitably enveloped in her scent and the wild craze to be deep inside of her.

“You’ll kill me for this,” she whispered.

“Oh, I won’t. My brother would,” I said leaning my head into the scent of her neck and against her jagged scar. I licked it, the taste of her salty flesh making me shudder in delight. She melted into the motion as she sunk further on top of me. The only thing that came between us was those unbearably thin pants. Oh, and the gun. “Your secret can be my secret,” I whispered. I grazed my sharp fangs up her neck. She submitted slightly by arching into the motion. I pinned her other hand beside her. The other side of her neck was a mixture of dry blood and the oozing trickle from where it reopened. The night of lush killings and adrenalin had us both wildly entangled in a desire that came after such appeasing fun. Her eyes were stark black on me as I brushed my nose against hers.

“Let me drive you crazy, Sasha Darling” I said, nipping at her lip where a small droplet of blood appeared. I looked at it with earnest greed. I knew her secret. She had a choice to either submit or kill me now. By the smell of her arousal and lack of any logic streaming through her now, I knew that the steely Sasha that first presented herself to me was now a buttery mess. And very woman. She was crazy. She had to submit to me now. I wanted it. I wanted to taste her and to be no longer denied my right. My right, to be inside of her as I treated her like a delicacy “Let me lavish in your sweetness,” I purred, pressing myself against her again. Her hips rolled against me.

“I could kill you,” she said in a soft whimper. But her body was telling me all I needed to know. Her heart raced rapidly. I could feel the heat from her pussy radiate over my cock that pressed against her. I could smell her.

“Well either fuck me or kill me Little Mouse, but don’t make me wait.” She pressed down on me, inciting a deep moan from me as I felt her on a better angle. She pointed the gun down and shot me in the foot. I didn’t have time to make a consequential noise because her lips were already on mine, crushing into me like a wicked fire. Her blood was on the tip of her tongue pushing into me, forcing the taste of her down my throat.

She dropped the gun with speed and force trying to undo my loose pants. She’d pushed them down and my cock sprung free. She panted as she took a moment to look at its size. Her eyes glowered with hunger as she took my lips once again. I grabbed the side of her pants, ripping them off in one clean movement. I threw them onto the vampire that remained, using him as a coat hanger as I fisted Sasha’s hair back.

The tip of my cock lapped in her sweet wetness. The smell of her wafted over me like a cannon of sweet perfume. I tore off the thin leather that would keep the rest of her body hidden from me. Beautiful. Her breasts were perfect and fit my palm. Scars scattered over her chest and between her breasts. They were the reminders of experiments her mother executed on her. She didn’t flinch nor shy. I was entirely aroused and awed by her glory.

I cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. She moaned and threw her head back slightly arching into my rhythm. The silver bullet that she had shot into my foot began to push out and heal. It was a clear message. I want to fuck you, but I would kill you if I had the strength. I thrusted into her hard, fast, and unexpecting. She cried in pain, wrapping her legs around me to hold on. I shuddered, reminding myself not to come inside of her in that one splitting moment. Never had I felt so at ease or sane. Never had I felt so content and with purpose in the world. This crazy wild scientist would be the end of me. I cocked a smile as she moaned and rolled her eyes back into her head, focusing on me.

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