Fatal Kiss Of The Vampire

The lighting man, who’d almost become a stand-in, was the first person to notice that Kylie was being kidnapped; and by the original stand-in, of all people. “Help!” he shouted. “Kylie is being kidnapped.”

The director turned in time to see the stand-in turning a corner. He had Kylie over his shoulder, and she was kicking like the devil. He put his hands on his forehead and sighed. He had hired the stand-in without even asking him his name. Now the stand-in had kidnapped their lead, and he had no idea where he’d come from…

As Ethan threw her into the car, Kylie cried, “Are you sick in the head? Do you need to see a doctor? Should we take you to the hospital?”

Ethan did not even look at her as he strapped her into the car. “Maybe it is you that is sick,” he replied as he started the car. “Every time I think that we have an agreement between us, you let your petty jealousy get the better of you!”

As soon as they were on the road, Kylie yelled, “Stop the car!” She tried to reach for the emergency brake.

“Are you trying to kill us?” he hissed as he batted her hand away.

“I told you to stop!” she roared. “You should have listened!”

Just being around, Ethan made Kylie sick; she couldn’t stop thinking about the video of him and Dora. They had had an agreement, but he had reneged on it long before she had.

Instead of stopping, Ethan increased the speed of the car. They approached a red light, but he speeds right through it. Soon they heard the sound of police sirens, and it wasn’t long before they were on their tail. A loudspeaker screamed at them: “Pull over immediately! Stop at once! You are in violation of the law!”

Ethan watched the police through the rearview mirror and grimaced. The police had never been a friend of his. In his heart, he was an Anarchist, and he was often heard saying, “We don’t need a government. As grown adults, we should know how to govern ourselves, and if anyone gets out of line, let the mob put them back in line!”

Ethan pushed the gas pedal to the floor, and Kylie was pushed back in her seat. Seeing that they were approaching the highway and that Ethan was distracted, she grabbed the emergency brake and pulled it back as hard as she could.

The tires gripped the road hard, and the car spun left, did a complete 180, and hit the guard rails. Kylie took the bulk of the trauma as glass shattered inward, impaling tiny splinters into her face. For a second, she felt Ethan pulling at her hair. She could hear him yelling, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying – and then she passed out.

Ethan had his hands wrapped around Kylie’s neck, and it wasn’t until he looked up that he realized that he’d gone too far. The car was surrounded by police officers, and they all had their guns drawn. He had let his anger get the better of him again. “Let the girl go!” one officer was shouting, “Or we will be forced to shoot!”

Ethan let Kylie go, and he raised his hands up in the air. “I’m coming out,” he yelled. “I have my hands in the air. I have no weapons. There is a girl in the car. She needs help. She isn’t breathing.”

As soon as Ethan stepped out of the car, one of the police officers cracked his baton against the back of his head, and he fell to his knees. He gave a signal, and his partner grabbed his arms, twisted them behind his back, and threw a pair of handcuffs on him. Together, they pulled him up on his feet, pushed him towards their car, and shoved him inside.

When Kylie opened her eyes, she recognized the crystal lamp above her head and the dazzling necklace that she’d left behind. Her vision was fuzzy, and her head hurt. The last thing that she remembered was hitting the rails on the highway. She sat up slowly and moaned. She touched the back of her head and was not surprised to find that it was swollen.

“Why am I not at the hospital?” she whispered.

Lucy grabbed her phone and walked to the door. She gave it a couple of twists, but she could not open it. She was locked in. “Help!” she cried.

After a few seconds, she heard someone run-up to her door. “Kylie,” Lucy cried. “I am so happy to hear that you are awake and doing well. I am so sorry that you are locked up. Who would have guessed that Ethan would have used is one call from prison to blackmail the ambulance driver into doing this to you? I am so sorry. There was nothing that I could do to stop it…”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Don’t worry,” Kylie sighed. “I know that this is not your fault. If anything, it is my own fault for having such bad taste in men…”

Kylie went to the window and saw a lot of men in dark suits in the yard. They all looked very serious, and two groups of four were constantly circling the house, doing rounds. Most carried pistols. She frowned. Ethan has really called in the big guns this time, she thought, as she slowly lost hope of ever living a normal life again.

Kylie went back to the bed, sat down, and pulled out her phone. Much to her dismay though, he had cut all of her services. He had even changed the Wifi code so she couldn’t even go online. “This is worse than prison,” she cried. “This is SOLITARY CONFINEMENT!”

Not bothering to undress, Kylie went into the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and turned on the cold water; turned it on as cold as it would go. Feeling thirsty, she turned her head up to the showerhead and filled her mouth. She swallowed hard, and the ice-cold water burned as it went down.

When she could bear it no more, she turned the water off, stepped out, and –dripping wet – she walked toward the balcony. It was already Autumn. The wind was cold, and it hit her soaking wet body like a wrecking ball hit an old condemned house. I was a good analogy, she thought, for Ethan had similarly condemned her, and her body was trembling all over.

Kylie looked down at the men as one of them emerged. It only took her a moment to recognize him, and at first, she assumed that her mind was playing tricks on her. “How can Ethan be here?” she whispered. “I thought that he was in prison…”

Once he was below her, he looked up. Obviously, he knew that she was drenched; he assumed it was a suicide attempt. He appeared to be thinking hard, and after a moment, he turned and walked back to his men. Using grand hand gestures, he gave his men their orders.

A moment later, a team of six men ran to the shed. She could hear some banging inside, and it wasn’t long before they returned with ladders, pulleys, and all manner of gear. They hauled them under Kylie’s window and built a makeshift lift. A long extension cord was drug out and attached to a giant heater. The men pulled up the lift, and very quickly, the heater was blowing very hot air into her room – and it wasn’t long before she was completely dry.

Kylie’s face was suddenly spat by a huge Cheshire’s grin. Ethan had made her his prisoner, but as long as he was one hundred percent committed to maintaining the status quo, she had more power than they had realized. She thought about the lengths that he’d gone to get her dry, and she wondered what else she could do to throw a monkey wrench into his plans.

Kylie knew that Ethan was a jealous man and that he couldn’t stand the thought of other men looking at her with lust, so the next time she approached the balcony, she whistled at the men until she had their attention. “My heroes,” she purred lustfully. “I might have died, but your strong men saved me!”

Slowly, Kylie began to undo the buttons on her shirt. She knew that Ethan had given them directions to turn away if something like this were to happen. As ordered, they looked away, but as her shirt hit the floor, she caught them stealing glances. She undid the clasp on the front of her bra, and as her large breasts billowed free, a few of the men desperately covered their eyes with their hands. They knew what Ethan did to men who coveted his wife.

While they were distracted, she began to look for ways to escape. Looking around, she felt her hope slipping away. She was just about to give up her act when something quite average caught her eye, and spoke to her…