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DRACUSTEIN
"Look out Doctor Faust! No! Chi!" Danger Babe screamed as
first Doctor Faust and then his martial arts trained
manservant burst into flames and fell to the ground in
smoldering heaps of ash!
Danger Babe began to run. Tears in her eyes and fear in her
heart she ran straight to her awaiting death.
TWO DAYS EARLIER
Darla Blake, aka Danger Babe, all around snoop and curiosity
kitten, looked over the handsome young man who was working
the news stand kiosk where she was buying a paper. She had
never seen him before and liked what she saw. Her face
brightened and her thick lip smile widened as he obviously
liked what he saw as well. And what was not to like!
Darla was an eighteen year old fresh faced ravenous beauty.
With long black straight hair with bowl pageboy bang cut and
piercing gray-blue pale eyes and pale flawless skin she was a
head turner where ever she went.
She was tall standing almost six feet in flats with a thin
build long limbed body that yet remained graceful and not
gangly. She had a massive set of breasts being double JJ cups
and a full round yet small behind that all looked glued on to
her body which showed no hint of fat.
She was also a wild child beatnik soul poet crazed book
devouring know-it all and as always she had blown the whole
chat-up in under a minute.
The young man had a copy of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein and
seeing it and an opportunity to start a conversation she had
unleashed her mile a minute mouth and drowned the boy in
seconds. "I think it was a Fraser episode. That TV show.
Fraser Crane. Anyway in one of the episodes he gets angry
because someone calls the monster Frankenstein and he put's
them down for that saying that was the name of the creator
and after that it started appearing everywhere. You know that
whole bit about smart people know the monster has no name.
But you see, that's wrong. The show's writer got it all
wrong. Because if you actually read the novelette which by
the way was called Promutheus Unbound not Frankenstein by
Shelly herself. Then you see that Frankenstein spends all the
time before the moment when he tries to bring his creation to
life talking about him. He says he is going to be a new Adam
and then says he will call him Adam and that he is going to
be a son to him and so forth.
It is obvious that he intended to call the so-called monster
Adam Frankenstein and basically says so. So you see all those
'smart' people are wrong." So went the tail end of the
rushing gush of words she broadside into the uneasy young
man. She tried to flash a reassuring smile and it came out
with a sort of 'huh' breath of excitement and mad glee that
would have caused anyone to think she was utterly unhinged.
Touched in the head and more than a little dangerous. The
young boy mumbled an excuse and quickly turned to help
another customer. Who in turn was looking at her like she was
touched in the head.
This other customer was a swan of a blonde and her and the
boy whispered and giggled together while throwing her side
glances. Darla grabbed her paper and turned on heal and left
looking a bit more angry than she felt; crunching away on the
oily fish and chips she had purchased a few minutes earlier
from another street side vendor who she had also somehow
embarrassed herself to on the subject of whale penises being
called 'dorks'.
Darla made her way across the leaf strewn common enjoying her
hot fish and chips and putting her face down into the oily
newspaper rolled into a cone that held them and breathing in
that warm batter smell against the cool autumn breeze. In an
instant she decided to look in on Doctor Faust.
Faust owned a tall brownstone apartment building that had
been turned into a single occupant house some years back. He
had filled it with occult curiosities and wonders from his
ceaseless travels and was back on one of his 'inbetweens' as
he called them unpacking his crates from his last journey and
preparing for his next. He lived out of a steamer trunk.
Darla had intended to stop by his place upon hearing of his
return as he always had such interesting stuff and tales to
tell. And in fact, when the large raven had pecked at her
window and dropped the invitation to stop around sometime now
that he was back in town she had rsvp right on the back of
the card and said she would do so the very next day. The
raven had plucked up the response and flapped away.
Faust never used the phone though his house had one in the
main hall. He was gone so frequently that paying monthly
bills was a bit too inconvenient.
Darla would have popped over first thing that night and
leaped at the chance to help unpack the wonders first hand
but Darla was naked when the bird arrived and was too busy
enjoying being naked that to put on some clothes and shoes to
catch three buses and walk three more blocks after the last
bus through a cold windy rain spitting night to reach the
Doctor's house was a bit too much.
Darla liked being naked. She spent every second she could
naked. She hated the feel of clothes. She wished 'nudity' was
a religion so she could walk around the streets of the city
naked freely practicing it. Well, on nice weather days
anyway.
She often shed her clothes as soon as she entered the
Doctor's house. He never seemed to mind or notice. Though he
wore lots of clothes. Just layers and layers of them. A very
skinny tall man Darla was certain that if he took off his
clothes he would prove to be a third of his over all size.
Chi met her at the door. He was a very small oriental man who
traveled constantly with Doctor Faust. While Faust appeared
to be in his in his mid-thirties, Chi was much older perhaps
in his early fifties. If ever one needed something done and
Chi could not do it then it was something unneeded at all. So
said Faust and it seemed true. For Chi took care of
everything and though Darla had never heard him speak not
once in all the years she had been dropping by when Faust was
in town; Faust said he spoke even more languages than him and
she knew Faust spoke over seventy?!
Chi silently took her oily cone of chips and her rolled up
newspaper and patiently waited while she shed her coat and
scarf and mittens and boots and did not stop until she had
all her garments upon the hallway coat rack and she was stark
naked.
That was the way she did it at her apartment too. The coat
rack right next to her door would receive her entire wardrobe
and she would walk around her apartment naked all the time
every time. Only putting back on her clothes as she left.
Darla preferred the height of summer and the deep of winter.
In winter when it was truly cold. You could put on a coat and
boots and scarf and mittens and nothing else. Just walk
around naked under the coat and no one noticed or cared. At
the hottest days of summer you could wear a micro-bikini or a
very slim sun dress and nothing else. People DID seem to care
a bit about the sun dress if it was a bit too tight and sheer
like she liked to wear them what with wearing nothing else
under them and people were really weird about wearing a micro
bikini in public. While it was readily accepted without a
frown on the beach or pool as soon as you walked in to the
downtown library wearing a micro-bikini you got a lot of
backward glances and frowns!
Once she was properly starkers Chi gave her back her oily
newspaper cone now almost empty of chips and her rolled
newspaper with a slight bow and disappeared into the maze of
a house which was crammed pack with odds and ends of strange
antiquity.
Darla did not have to ask Chi to show her to where Faust was
because she could hear him rummaging through crates and
packing material in the downstairs parlor which was just off
the main hall to her left.
Darla entered the crate packed parlor not really wanting to
carry the oily chips cone and feeling a bit thirsty. There
was Faust straddled legged over semi-opened crates and
removed relics and he awkwardly waved at her and smiled and
begged her to join them.
'Them' turned out to be Faust and some woman in her thirties
who was sitting on the edge of the couch cushion clutching a
small purse to her knees. She had short blonde hair which the
beauty pallor had set with a perfect permanent wave and large
brown eyes a nose a tad too broad at the tip and a bit too
red lipstick on her thin lips. She wore a business suit dress
of blue that sitting rose up to her knees and black stockings
and blue buckled shoes.
The woman showed no sign of surprise or distress at seeing an
eighteen year old slim woman with huge breasts and a large
untrimmed black pubic patch come waltzing in naked into the
room.
"Chips?!" Darla pointed the business end of the chips cone
around the room.
"No thanks," Faust said who was already back at work
attacking the still sealed chests about him. "Chi is making
us lunch as we speak."
It was true. Darla could smell the heady aroma of something
'good' being whipped up in the distant kitchen. Though she
had just devoured most of a cone of chips she realized she
was very hungry and couldn't wait for lunch.
When you are a teenage girl you really only need two things
to live on. One; and unlimited amount of good smelling food.
And two; sex. This was Darla's firm belief and she was very
disappointed in how little of each she managed to find to
survive on each day.
Darla dropped the oily cone of chips on a nearby crate and
after a moment's hesitation dropped the newspaper as well. "I
brought the papers for the last couple of days so you can
catch up a bit. How was the trip?"
"Fantastic! I found Frankenstein's castle." Faust placed his
hands on his slim hips and looked about him at the piles of
crates and the packing materials of straw and wool banting
that lay in piles.
"Frankenstein?!" This is why she loved visiting Faust. There
was always something interesting going on or being talked
about or lurking in the shadows.
"Well, the poor blighter Mary Shelly based her story upon.
Nothing but ruins now. Haunted of course. The family's real
name translates as Midnight. Or Midnight Howl. Something like
that. Slavic dialects are always a bit tricky when houses
marry into other houses. Anyway this is Madam Midnight the
last roundabout descendant of the man himself!" Faust swept a
hand over the seated woman. Who in turn gave a curt nod but a
nice welcoming smile.
"I am Darla. Darla Blake." Darla nodded back. Faust was
always too busy in his racing mind for the social graces such
as basic introductions. "Wow. Midnight Howl? Sure you didn't
discover the Wolfman's digs?"
"I know, right!" Faust was brimming over with mirth and
energy. A kid at Christmas.
"I hope he did not find you at the ruins and packed you away
and brought you here," Darla smiled a little mischievously at
the blonde woman who stared at her with deadpan face still
frozen with that small smile that no longer seemed so
inviting or kind.
"Don't worry about Darla she can take care of herself. She
has fought vampires!" Faust waved a hand in her direction
before returning to his unpacking.
The revelation that Darla had danced with the undead caused
the blonde woman to turn her head a little more fully at the
young naked girl and her eyes gleamed with a little more
respect and a lot more malice.
"Ah!" Faust straightened up. "Let's have lunch then." The two
women followed his gaze to where the silent Chi stood in the
open parlor doorway giving a slight bow.
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Chi always remembered how cold the wooden dinning chairs
could be to a naked girls sex so he always placed a pillow
for Darla to sit upon and she was even more thankful for that
pillow today for she was extra horny not having taken the
luxury of availing herself of her hair brush handle this
morning in her rush to be out and off.
So her mound of Venus was being extra sensitive. And the
brocaded pillow was feeling much, much better than some cold
hard wooden chair seat would have felt. She just hoped she
did not leave a tell-tale puddle as the brocade was rubbing
her in all the right ways.
"The real treasure is in the journals. There are dozens of
them. It will take me some time to translate them for they
are written in cypher. More Chi's field than mine." Faust
raised a wine glass at Chi who as always took his meals with
Faust after he had set the table. Faust generally helped him
tidy up the dishes after the meal. It was not exactly a
master servant relationship; though Faust paid Chi well, but
more like business partners. With the senior partner being
the wealthy forward boisterous Faust.
"I am a bit puzzled as to Madame Midnight's presence here?"
Darla smiled at the woman across the well laid dinning room
table from her. "Did you find her in your travels, Faust?"
"No. That's a really amazing bit of luck. You see Madame
Midnight Found us! We arrived at the train station and there
she was. She had somehow heard about our discovering her
great-great-great-great grandfathers castle and our
exploration of its ruins and the recovery of certain
artifacts and she simply expressed an interest in seeing them
for herself!" Faust waved his wine glass. He had no head for
spirits and could get plastered on a single can of beer.
"Amazing! What a coincidence!" Darla smiled over at the
woman. "Ah, by the way who actually owns these artifacts? Are
they your's Faust or Madame Midnight's or who?"
"Well, bit muddy on that. Right on the boarder and in a war
zone to boot." Faust swirled his wine around in his glass as
he pondered. "Obviously the country who ends up in stable
possession of said property will lay some serious claim. But
that may take years and we really had very little difficulty
in getting the stuff out. Ownership perhaps is not the issue
but the knowledge gleamed of what this real life Frankenstein
did to earn him May Shelly's unblinking gaze."
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Faust, Darla, and Chi spent the better part of the rest of
the day and evening and into the night opening boxes and
cataloging and checking manifests. They would occasionally
share some winsome piece with the somber Madame Midnight
which might raise a small smile or brief short nod but really
the woman possessed no seeming interest at all in the
trappings of her distant past.
"Oh, look at the time! Oh, look at the weather! You two young
laddies can't go home in that! I insist that you both stay.
As long as you don't mind a bit of clutter there are several
small bed rooms you can make use of," Faust waved his arms
against the hissing sleet pinging against the glass of the
front parlor bay windows before dropping the heavy curtain
back into place. "But first some dinner. I for one am
famished! Come Chi let's see what we can whip up!"
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Darla had chosen to sleep on the downstairs parlor sofa which
sat next to low burning fire and was her most favorite place
to sleep in the house. Better than any bed that was for sure!
Though Faust had stated repeatedly that the real treasure was
the handwritten manuscripts of the long dead Midnight he
could not hide his pride and pleasure on unboxing two
enormous stone gargoyles. These two winged monsters where
over six feet in height and now resided pretty much where
they had been placed by the porters and would remain until
Faust hired some more strong backs to shuffle them about. For
they were incredibly heavy and their black stone visages were
grositque in the extreme!
The fact that they had been sculpted as squatting added to
their monestrous presence for one realized upon gazing at
them that if they were to stand up they would tower over
eight feet in height!
Darla now shared the room with them and her blood thrilled at
their aspect of menacing horror. Darla was an exhibitionist
of course, but she was also aroused by tingles of fright, as
well as touching herself in public places. So there the young
girl lay naked upon the sofa in the flickering light of the
dying fireplace as the only light in the room. With these two
horrors half melded leering at her from the shadows.
Naked in public. Scary monsters in the shadows. It was too
much for the young girl. She reached down between her thighs
and began to slowly stroke herself. Soon the cricket cinder
cracks and pops of the dwindling fire was being drowned out
by the wet squishy sounds of her sex as she moaned and
groaned with pleasure. The added thrill that anyone in the
house hold could simply walk in through the open parlor doors
and catch her fingering herself before she could stop sent
shivers through her body.
But the lust was building too intensely. She needed more.
More of the sensations. She slipped off the sofa and unsteady
feet and made her way to the drapes cloaking the bay windows.
She slipped past them and stood on the bench. Naked.
She began to rub herself again. Anyone could see her! Ah, the
thrill of it! But there was no one about the street lamp lit
avenue. The sleet was coming down in hissing sheets and a
wind was now blowing cold and harsh.
There was no one out in those midnight streets. No one to
chance to glance over and catch her in her naughty deed. No
one to watch her and arouse her anxious fire to the proper
roar she needed.
She moaned in frustration. She could put on her coat and
boots and find some all night club or dinner. Find a booth
and Jill-off flashing it to some lone patron.
But it was so cold outside. She could feel it like an ice box
through the window. Even her flushed hot body was covering
its self with goose bumps. Her always hard nipples were now
set upon puckered breasts from the cold.
Darla remembered the time when she had gotten so horny that
she had left her bedroom in the middle of the night wearing
only a coat and a pair of boots. She had found some lone man
sitting on a park bench and crossing over to the park bench
directly across from him she had bent over and raised up her
coat and did many nasty delicious things with an icicle until
he couldn't take anymore and he had rushed over to her
yanking his pants down.
She had savagely kicked his balls again and again and kneed
him in the head as he fell. Leaving him there with his pants
around his ankles his erection twitching in the snow. Later
she learned the police had found him and arrested him for
public indecency. She also learned that he had lost his dick
to frostbite.
A solid thump echoed behind her. Darla frowned and turned to
the curtain closed shutting off the widow seat and the world
from the view of the front parlor room. Had one of the
gargoyles come alive? It had been a very heavy thud. She had
fought vampires. The prospects of a stone image taking on
life did not seem remotely ludicrous. But still stone
gargoyles taking on life? The heavy thump had not repeated.
More likely some object had fallen. But no she felt a
presence and the heavy curtain waved in the wake of someone
moving about the congested room.
Darla turned and began to reach for the curtain it had to be
Faust or Chi or that strange Midnight woman. But even as she
reached for the wavering curtain something caught the corner
of her eye and snapped her head over her shoulder to gaze and
frown. What had she seen?
It took a moment because the sleet and shadows of the night
obscured the general view and she had no idea what specific
item had caught her peripheral attention. But then there it
was. Footprints. Footprints leading through the slushy snowy
build up from the street to the sidewalk to the front door of
the house.
The house was on a good suburban street with a park directly
across from it and was one of only a few old brownstone
apartment buildings that had been left standing. New houses
had been built in their place.
These houses had tiny yards if any yards and were mostly
single or two stories of old English East Coast clapboard
design. A few parked cars; empty. A few children's toys
covered in ice and snow. a lighted window here and there. The
world was dead.
And the only sign of life was the footprints leading up to
the front door of the house she was in.
They lead up to the door. They did not lead away.
And they were large. Very large footprints. Heavy boots with
round toes. A large man. She turned back around to the
curtain that she had paused in opening only to find it now
open and large monestrous face looking down at her.
Darla stood almost six feet tall in her stocking feet. She
wore no stockings at the moment but still near six feet
enough not to quibble about a few millimeters of cloth adding
to that.
She was standing upon the bay window built in bench seat.
Ready to do her pole dance a few seconds ago. The bench was a
few feet off the ground so one could sit comfortable with
knees bent and dangling. It had a nice thick cushion for ones
posterior. From the floor which the creature before her stood
to where its greasy matted hair head tipped down to look into
her face from mere inches away it must have topped nine feet
in height easily.
It's skin was clammy gray with an ashen leaden hue. Darla had
fought enough undead things in her young life to know that
this thing before her was not entirely of the living world.
It had very broad shoulders a wide heavy head with very
little neck and a barrow chest. It's arms were unnaturally
long with one visibly longer than the other. It was clothed
in a ratty heavy army trench coat that was meant to fall to
the lower calves but only fell just past the buttocks on this
monster. It wore nothing else. Not shoes not shirt or pants.
It had a male member between its legs that even in its limpid
state thicker around than her biceps and dangled long, long
past it's knees. If she had reached down and grabbed the
creature's manhood by the grapefruit sized balls the limp
penis would have lain across her arm and over her shoulder
with some to spare.
Darla is Danger Babe. She has a costume. It consists of a
black eye mask and a red one piece swim with a black belt
with her logo on the buckle. Sometimes she wears a black belt
fashioned around her chest covering her nipples and a pair of
black bikini bottoms. She has a level one active Aphrodite
gene. She is technically a super heroine and specializes in
the occult and has done so for many years; despite her young
age.
Darla has survived the most dangerous of encounters first
with spies and terrorists and later against the undead
because she never ever never does the one thing which she did
right now. She froze.
For the first and only time in her life; Darla Blake, Danger
Babe, froze.
She stood there gapping at the creature. The Frankenstein
Monster. She had no doubt about it. But that would be the
Midnight Monster because-
The creature slapped her with a backhand to the head. She
could see it coming from a mile a way like a horse rearing up
to kick but she couldn't move.
It hit her with such force that she wondered if her head were
still attached. She distantly tasted blood and wondered if
she were alive.
Then the creature had spun her around pressed her to the
glass panes of the bay windows and began to insert its
massive erect powerful cock into her dazed twitching half
bent forward body.
It felt like someone was trying to shove a bowling pin inside
her, then the bowling ball, and then the rest of the bowling
pins, and then the alley, and then some chairs and tables and
those odd shoes and- "He's building a bowling alley in my
pussy!?" She hissed in pain and pleasure as the monster began
to pound her raw with insatiable fury.
How long that savage primordial rape went on she could not
say. Thankfully she blacked out before he climaxed and made
her do other things; and thankfully after she had climaxed
more times than she could count or ever believed she could.
Darla woke up dazed and drained and very tender, despite her
healing powers, in her entire lower body. She was still
pressed up against the bay window panes. Still naked. But it
was early morning and a bunch of bundled up children were
directly outside the window at the school bus stop waiting
for the school bus taking pictures of her naked cum covered
body with their cellphones.
She pried her drool covered face off the cold window with a
pealing sound and gave a return weak wave to the laughing
children and then slid out of the room as the drapes had been
torn down during the lengthy rape and she thought it better
not to be standing naked in front of a bunch of school
children when the bus driver pulled up.
The house was empty and despite it always being a bit of a
mess it was obvious that a massive struggle had taken place.
Doctor Faust and Chi and Madame Midnight were all missing and
there was no sign of the monster. Several of the journals
were missing. But other than that she could not tell if
anything else had been taken.
The brownstone is old and though refurbished it still
maintains its look and feel of a late Victorian glass lamp
felt wallpapered burnished wood house. As such one can be
easily understood as to not realize it has some state of the
art security cameras discreetly hidden from easy view strewn
about.
Darla quickly made her way to the bathroom where she douched
a ton of monster spunk out of her with the aid of a well
shook up Coke soda bottle. And then headed still light-headed
and her pussy tingling to the small niche set under the
staircase in the main hall. Here was were the security hub
was kept and she quickly accessed its computer and began to
search through the recorded digital camera images.
Since she had been the one to help set up the Faust security
cameras and computer net it was with little difficulty that
she soon found herself watching Madame Midnight carrying
several journals and leading the monster which had both Faust
and Chi slung over its shoulders out the back door.
Darla gingerly dressed and slipped out the back door as well.
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They had thankfully not entered into any waiting vehicle nor
had they apparently flagged down a passing taxi for what
might have been obvious reasons.
Instead thanks to the serval inches of crunchy ice-snow the
past nights petered out storm had left behind Darla was able
to track the pair of foot prints that bisected several yards
and alleyways but obviously were making their way to the
looming Cathedral.
The cathedral was in ruins due to a horrible fire that had
occurred during some routine repairs and had sat closed for
two years while lawyers argued who would pay for the massive
amount of money it would take to rebuild the blackened hulk.
It would no doubt sit for several more years for a well paid
lawyer never tires of nonsensical speaking in face of the
reward of personal profit.
Several nearby buildings had also been destroyed in the blaze
and abandoned. So the entire block was closed off by fences
and posted against trespassing.
As She had expected the pair of tracks led straight to the
fenced enclosure and a section of the fence had been ripped
open and then hastily closed again.
Darla Blake slipped through the narrow opening for the
creature's super human strength was such that in forcing
closed the opening it had made and tried to hide in its wake
that it had actually twisted the support pipes of the fence
and fused them together.
Once inside the sealed off block Darla made for the huge
ruins of the cathedral as she was certain that is where the
pair was making their way.
Slipping just inside the cathedral Darla quickly found Madame
Midnight and the Monster what ever its name and the now
conscious and tied up Faust and Chi.
It was time to get serious and Darla quickly began to shed
her clothes. She always kept a spare mask in the lining of
her coat. And on it went. She then took her slacks belt and
fastened it around her chest so it covered her nipples. Very
tight and it dug in quiet a bit. She liked that. She liked it
tight.
She loathed bras and panties. She removed her coat's belt and
quickly fashioned a g-string out of it. She left her boots
on. No gloves and no gadget belt. It would have to do. Darla
Blake had been transformed into a makeshift Danger Babe.
The first thing was to get Faust and Chi to safety. And the
first step in doing that was to circle around and set them
free of their bonds.
During the rather laborious maneuver of sneaking in a wide
circle around the blonde and the monster. Over heard snatches
of the blonde's conversation clued Danger Babe in on what was
going on between her and the monster.
Apparently the woman wanted to leave the monster alone with
the two men in the church and return at night when it would
be easier to for the monster to move about. There was no
mention of moving Faust or Chi about easy or otherwise.
The monster did not seem to like this idea especially since
the woman kept insisting she take the journals with her. The
monster was rather adamant the journals remain with him. He
made this abundantly clear with loud grunts and sharp lethal
looking horizontal slashes with his hand donating the
negative.
Despite the fact that she had the books in her arms she did
not seem to want to try and walk out of the ruined church
with them against the monsters wishes.
So on and on she talked explaining how she needed to go get
things ready for their departure and how she would be back
after dark.
While the pair were engrossed in their squabble Danger Babe
made it finally to the two bound and gagged men and set them
free of their bonds.
Once free the three made a slow crawl back along the path
Danger Babe had agonizingly covered in her initial approach.
They made it some ways when suddenly the blonde and then the
monster both noticed the men were missing and then almost
instantly after that saw the three face down ass up figures
crawling amongst the burnt rubble.
With a leap and a shout the monster was after them. The
blonde hesitated and then bolted for an exit.
The three of them leapt up and began to run. But much to
Danger Babes horror the monsters hands began to glow and
flame.
"Look out Doctor Faust! No! Chi!" Danger Babe screamed as
first Doctor Faust and then his martial arts trained
manservant burst into flame and fell to the ground as piles
of smoldering ash.
Danger Babe began to run. Tears in her eyes and fear in her
heart she ran straight to her awaiting death.
For immediately before her stood the monster somehow
solidifying out of a cloud of snaking black smoke.
Danger Babe let her momentum carry her into a leaping kick
but the effect of the solid strike was nonexistent upon the
monster which only grabbed her ankle and tossed her through
the air.
Again and again Danger Babe hammered her fists and feet and
elbows and knees at the monster to no effect. Again and again
the monster ignored her strikes impacts and tossed or slapped
her aside like chaffs of wheat.
"It's no use. You can not defeat me." The monster growled.
Danger Babe stared wide eyed at the monster. "You can
speak?!"
"Of course I can speak." The monster seemed stung by her
remark. "I was powerful before. When I was first made.
But then Dracula found me and made me even more powerful."
The monster opened his mouth and his canines grew into long
fangs.
"I was going to feed upon those men but you made me destroy
them. I am hungry so now I must feed upon you!" The monster
grabbed Danger Babe; both her wrists caught in one of his
huge powerful hands. He dangled her there before him and his
dead eyes began to burn. He placed a finger, hooked, in her
belt top and tugged at it to keep her still as he moved his
mouth to her neck.
Danger Babe closed her eyes and there was a sickening
crunching wet sound and she opened one of her eyes carefully.
A large blackened board from a charred pew was sticking out
of the front of the monsters chest. Both the monster and
Danger Babe looked at the wet bloody hunk of wood in
surprise. Then the monster dropped her and half turned slowly
to look behind it where Faust and Chi were leaning into the
long piece of wood trying to drive it in even further.
Danger Babe leapt up and with several spinning kicks to the
monsters chest drove it back further and further onto the
jagged wood.
The creature threw back its head uttering an unearthly howl
and then crumbled into cinder dust.
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"But how?! I saw both of you die?" Danger Babe stood with
hands on hips watching the two men as they panted and slowly
recovered from their effort.
"Ah, but so did the monster!" Faust tiredly smirked. "A
little mind trick Chi and I picked up from a grateful Lama in
Tibet. Projected mental images straight into the mind. Very
useful for getting out of speeding tickets! Of course we had
only meant to cast the image into the monsters mind and
Madame Midnight. Where is that blasted woman?! But being a
bit in a hurry we may have accidently caught you up in the
colleterial process as well."
Faust looked at the pile of smoking ash which had just a few
moments ago been the Dracustein monster and sighed, "I don't
know about you two but slaying mythical beasts always makes
me hungry for some kippers! What do you say, Danger Babe?
Join Chi and I for some breakfast kippers?"
"Ah, no thanks I think I have seen enough large sausages for
one day." Danger Babe giggled and smiled at the two utterly
bewildered men.
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