I AM ABRAXAS
I AM ABRAXAS
In my younger years, when one threw a party, some of the closest people to the host would linger after, or even the next day, to help pick up a little. It seems that much of the old social etiquette people once lived by has simply vanished.
I suppose that is why the world appears to be sinking to a level that even a demonic being, such as myself, could barely tolerate. Perhaps, in this time, I should be saying “SELF-IDENTIFIED DEMONIC PERSON” or some other such modern nonsense. What a load of emotional conditioning. It’s funny; I always hear about social conditioning, but this new talk I hear is no different—only new packaging. Anyway, I digress.
Let me count... 46, 47, 49... There are over fifty cold bodies scattered everywhere, draped over furniture, spilled across the marble floor—all over my place—and maybe ten of my pathetic guests actually left. Let’s see who volunteers to stay behind and dispose of the remains.
My name is ABRAXAS. I truly have no recollection of the name I was given at birth; it was far too long ago. Clearly, I have to select a higher quality of creature to sire, because it seems that all the ones who do stick around are shiftless layabouts who desire nothing more than a free blood bag and a place to fornicate.
Sorry, maybe not all. Kara is one of the better ones.
She will be the one who gets rid of the bones after they are all cut up for the dogs and burned in the cremation furnace in the basement. We are on deck for getting one of those new steam cremators. That’s something I did not expect to ever see: liquifying the dead. A little weird. Like Soylent Green, but I am sure nobody remembers that movie.
Anyhow. Kara is the cute blonde who manages our little business front—a business I began a number of years ago to circumvent the trouble of body disposal. It gets to be such a headache putting bodies in the ground. I tried foundations of new buildings, I put bodies above graves, I even snuck some into city morgues, but that has gotten hard now days. Kara is always so loyal and driven. I really hit the jackpot finding her.
She was in her last semester of college and fatally non-social—a gorgeous creature crippled by silence. I assume it was because her true radiance didn’t ignite until a year before I found her, and by then she had fallen into a dusty, pathetic cat lady existence long before she should have.
I woke up the dirty, raging spirit she had inside. There is a good chance that I could have gotten her to climb aboard without turning her, but the human side would always be that little rat in the back of her mind, thinking this may not be ethical or something. I may have been a little manipulative to turn her just to keep her one-hundred percent loyal, but if that is the problem you have—and not the killing and turning her into a killer all her own—then you are the one with issues that need addressing, not me.
She is most likely asleep upstairs with a few of the other girls, as per usual. Her, Jade, and Sonya have gotten close over the past couple years. Jade is nice enough, but Sonya... I have no idea what Kara saw in her. She is about six and a half feet tall. She has brown hair, eyes too close together, and couldn’t tie her shoes without a toddler’s guide to help her, and someone else to help her read it.
Jade, however—her name suits her for sure. She is about five feet flat, with light caramel skin, and her exposed flesh is covered in the softest freckles. Above it all sits a crown of fiery, red curls. You can feel the air crackle and the energy shift the moment she walks into a room.
Kara sired both of them, and they are fiercely loyal to her, and in turn, me as well, as I am their dark grandfather. They also work under Kara at STRAGULARIUM.
Our little building, which was transformed first into a giant mansion, and was subsequently partitioned into two distinct small businesses and our hidden residence, sits at the intersection of three streets. The streets are laid out in such a way that one business is on one street, one on another, and our home is kind of just hidden on the third. We are right on the edge of the inner commercial zone.
The home part breaks some zoning laws, but nobody has ever given us any pushback over it. It is mostly underground and shielded from the commerce above.
Jade takes care of security for all of it, and she has zero flexibility and an absolute absence of mercy. You cross this one and the likelihood of survival drops to zero. She is cold, smart, and keeps everything inside her mind, perfectly compartmentalized.
Sonya, a giant curvy vampire with brests that dominate her image. She just pushes drinks at the club. She is very friendly, very strange for a vampire, but she was a self-centered bitch who was a total sociopath as a human. She killed her parents off at twelve, and I think she gnawed on the leftovers of at least one of them. Now she is like a brainless little flower. Strange how the change affects everyone in a unique way.
Then we have Chad. He is a good guy. He is the last one that rounds out the family who lives with us, anyway. Chad bounces for the club and does various odd jobs that need doing. He is polite when he has to be and brutally efficient when that is called for, but we just have nothing in common, aside from the draining blood thing.
We talk, but never truly connect. We are more like coworkers than friends or family. His sire is Jade. He is the only vampire that does not seem to have a sex drive at all. He seems to be driven solely by loyalty and purpose of job. He sleeps separate, eats separate, and never comes out for parties. Nice guy, I just have no idea where his head is at.
Kara is normally the first one awake after me, so she should be down the stairs in a few. I just hope that she didn’t drink too many drunks. For us, blood is a lot like breast milk for babies; we are affected, if only temporarily, by whatever our victim consumed in the last day or two.
Kara and Jade never had any trouble getting people over to the house after the club shuts down. They can both, on their own, hypnotize any man that has the misfortune of crossing their field of view. They also have little trouble getting women—Jade more than Kara. But I have never seen one person walk away from either.
And when they start with each other...
If any man wishes to be unaffected by a single woman ever again, all you need to do is watch these two play with the raw, pulsating energy between them. This is so erotic they put on a show every Saturday. We have a triple cover that day because we always max out capacity, and it is not all men. It’s about 70/30. Some women get turned on, some want pointers for themselves. Some have no idea why they came, just felt compelled. That is the magnetic, life-altering power these girls wield. I watched a real-life NUN front row one night, tip Jade, and pinch her own nipples at the same time. Her energy, in person, can change lives.
With the amount of people they bring back to the house, there is never a shortage of meals. Normally we only drink bag blood, but last night was special.
