Bloodsport Fairytale

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I know better than to expect five star accommodations from a no name motel that charged by the hour, but I couldn’t help but think that even by those incredibly low standards this place was a dump. Honestly I was fairly certain that the roaches outnumbered the clientele by a significant margin. But beggars can’t be choosers and this place let me pay in cash and didn’t ask for a name or photo I.D. which was a necessity for me at the time.

In case you haven’t already guessed I was on the run, and had been for over a month. Still, no matter how fast or how far I ran the old man had never been more than a few hours behind. Until now that is, because the last time we came face to face I dropped a fuel tanker on his head, which had promptly exploded, and even he couldn’t just shrug that off. So I figured had at least a week before he was fully recovered and hot on my ass again. I planned to use that time to disappear completely so that even the old man could never find me, but I decided that I could afford to spend this one night recharging the batteries so to speak. Especially since I hadn’t gotten any more than an extended power nap in the last month.

I flicked away the cigarette I had been puffing on as I heard the door to my room creak open behind me, and turned to see the reason I had been on the run peering at me through the gap as she tried to minimize her exposure to the cold winter air. She was about five-foot-nothing and weighed about one hundred pounds give or take a few ounces. Her eyes, which were big enough to look like they belonged in one of those Japanese cartoons, were a bright, vivid green that almost seemed to glow in the moonlight, and her hair, which had run wild while she slept, was a brown so dark that in the dim light it looked like a black void framing her face.

I laughed as a particularly strong gust of wind made her grimace and start shivering uncontrollably, then walked back inside and shut the door behind me. When I turned to face her again I laughed even harder as I saw that she was wearing a thong and nothing else, and the icy breeze had made her nipples hard enough to cut glass. No wonder she was shaking so bad. As I tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to stop grinning like an idiot she stuck her tongue out at me and dove back under the sheets of the bed we were sharing. I grabbed one of the padded chairs that you always seem to find in these motel rooms and dragged it over by the bed so we could talk, flipping on the bedside lamp as an afterthought.

I could see perfectly well without the light, but since she was just a human I doubted she could even make out my silhouette in the dark room. Before starting the conversation about what our next move should be I took a few moments to admire the outline of her nude body underneath the sheets. With her breasts being on the small side of a b-cup and not having much of an ass to speak of, she was far less curvy than I usually preferred my women to be, but I could overlook that because she was only a few months past her thirteenth birthday and still growing. And I could tell that, given a few years, she would become one hell of a woman. She had also managed to retain a decent amount of muscle tone despite months of being chained up in the old man’s basement.

As attractive as she might have been, though, it wasn’t enough to explain why I had risked the old man’s wrath to get her out of that shit hole. No, that was because she had been what the old man had referred to as a delicacy. Her scent was a bouquet that couldn’t be matched by even the most exquisite garden, and even her fear-scent was practically a narcotic. But nothing in this world could compare to the taste of her blood. Eating the most delicious meal ever made while high on the most potent drug ever created still couldn’t compare to the effect her blood had. The first time I tasted it I understood perfectly why the old man guarded her so jealously. I also understood that I would do absolutely anything to have her for myself. The old man was wasting her anyway. Day after day I could tell that her smell and her taste were both steadily going downhill, and before long she would have been just another meal, so I waited for the right moment then grabbed her and made a break for it.

“Hey, Dare, you still with us?”

I blinked and refocused on my young charge, whose name is Courtney, if you were wondering. I must have been lost in thought for some time, because I got the feeling she had called my name several times already

“Yeah, sorry I was just reminiscing about how we got into this mess.” I replied, scratching at the stubble on my chin.

“Oh you mean how you saved me from that twisted freak Oxford, and now we’re running for our lives because when he’s pissed he’s a really scary twisted freak?” she quipped.

I had to chuckle at that. Twisted freak didn’t even begin to cover how fucked up the old man was in the head. Although, all things considered, I had to be somewhat grateful for the fact that he was a monster in the truest sense, judging by the loving adoration in little Courtney’s eyes. Adoration directed at none other than myself. Another, “twisted freak”, as she so elegantly stated. And, considering the things she had done for me and to me since we had started running, it was clear that while Oxford may not have broken her mind, he’d sure as hell bent it.

“That’s an understatement.” I muttered, “Anyways, we need to figure out our next move pretty soon. It will probably take that old bastard a few days to recover after what I did to him, but I don’t want to take any chances so we need to disappear pretty fast.”

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard.” Courtney volunteered unhelpfully.

“If it were that easy we would have done it already,” I growled, “The problem is he’s tracking us by scent, your scent specifically, and we need to find a way to neutralize it if we’re going to lose him.”

Courtney threw her hands up, obviously annoyed, and yelled, “You vampires are always talking about scent this and aroma that! Come off it already!”

I snarled from deep in my chest and bellowed, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME THINK!”

Courtney flinched away from me and I instantly felt pangs of remorse but then a wave of her potent fear-scent engulfed me and I was lost in happy dreams for a few seconds. When I came back to my senses I saw Courtney curled up on the bed, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Feeling guilty, (which is a new sensation for me, I assure you.) I crawled into the bed and wrapped my arms around her, whispering nonsense until she stopped shaking.

“I’m sorry Court. When I think about what might happen to you if he catches up to us it makes me a nervous wreck, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

This was, of course, complete bullshit. I was far more concerned about what would happen to ME should Oxford catch us with our pants down, but I didn’t want to lose my delicacy so I decided ...

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