Bohdan the Vampire Ripper

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3 weeks later

Cara pulled up to the curb and got out of her car. It was Saturday morning and she had the weekend off. She always had weekends off. She walked up to Steve’s house dressed in an outfit that Steve liked. A short skirt, heels and a low cut top that left little to the imagination. Before she could ring the doorbell, Steve opened the door and greeted her.

“What are you all dressed up for on a Saturday morning?” Steve asked. He looked her up and down and smiled.

“I want to talk, after we have sex,” Cara replied.

“Where is Brent?” Steve asked.

“He’s on mandatory overtime, he won’t get off till one.”

“Are you sure he has no idea what’s going on?”

“Are you going to let me in?” Cara asked pushing her way into the apartment.

Steve backed up and let Cara walk into the living room. “Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked.

Cara knew where Steve kept all his drinks, in the refrigerator. She stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge door looking to see what he had. Slim picking, a half-gallon of milk, and a two liter bottle of diet Dr. Pepper. “No thanks,” she replied and slipped her skirt onto the floor.

“Are you in a hurry?” Steve asked.

“I have something I need to ask you,” Cara said.

“What?”

“I want you to help me bust Bohdan out of the prison.”

Steve stood there like a deer with his eyes caught in the headlights. “Of course you’re kidding right?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m serious, I want to be with him.”

“Really,” Steve said droll. “What about me?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get him out,” Cara replied.

“So you’ve been fucking me this whole time so I’d do you a favor?”

Cara pulled off her top and stood in her bra, panties and heels. “I scratched your back,” Cara replied.

“You think I’m such a loser I couldn’t get laid without you?” Steve asked.

“I’m sure you could have had any fat drunk girl you wanted Steve.”

“So now you’re calling me Steve? Insults will get you nowhere.”

Cara walked over to Steve and brushed up against him. She pressed her breasts on his chest and gave him a kiss. “I’m not asking for much, I need someone on the inside to help me set him free.”

“And how do you think I can help?”

“I’ve done some research on the prison. I know a few things and have a plan. But I can’t get to the places and equipment to do what needs to be done.”

“What’s your plan?” Steve asked.

“Do you want to fuck me first?” Cara asked.

Steve was pissed, and for once sex was the last thing on his mind. “No, just tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to gas the place.”

“Gas the place? How the hell do you gas an entire prison?”

“Sit down and I’ll tell you,” Cara said. Steve sat down on the couch and Cara sat in a recliner across the room. “You work in the boiler room right?”

“You know I do,” Steve replied.

“And you have access to the central air?”

“Yes.”

“It’s simple, you detach the exhaust pipe from the boiler, and connect it to the intake from the central air with a flex pipe. Like what you use for a dryer vent.”

Steve was impressed that Cara came up with this idea on her own.

“The tram line has its own air vent system. It was put in place in case they ever had to use tear gas on the inmates.”

“Yes, you’re correct.”

“The tram line also has its own independent electrical system.”

“That’s right too,” Steve said.

“Once the gas is released into the prison, you could trip the breakers and stop the trams and lock the doors so no one could get out,” Cara said.

“Yes, but why trap people on the trams?”

“Hostages,” Cara replied. “And food for the vampires. I anticipate a long standoff and the vampires would need to be fed.”

“But the vampires would die as well. You can’t gas everyone.”

“You can’t kill a vampire with gas. Only beheading. The guards, and auxiliary staff would die, but the vampires would all live. As well as the hostages we provide them for food.”

“How many staff members are you talking about killing here?”

“I guess around thirty,” Cara replied.

“Does that include kitchen, and laundry?”

“Yes, and housekeeping as well.”

“You’re willing to kill all those people just to try to get Bohdan out? What are you going to do if you get him out? They will track you down and find you both.”

“I don’t plan on leaving, the prison will be his new home, and he will run it like the king he is.”

“Do you think he wants to be set free? He has it pretty good in there.”

“His life is horrible, he is treated like an animal on display. He is nothing but a cash cow for the company.”

“They will cut the power, try to starve him out. Do you plan to live in there with him?”

“I do,” Cara replied. “I will be his queen.”

“Does he know anything about this?”

“No, not yet. He won’t know until the plan is set in motion.”

“And you plan to coordinate this all yourself?” Steve asked.

“With your help.”

Steve stood and thought for a moment. “What do I get out of this? Once they find out I was the one who helped you, my life is over.”

“I will make a place for you in the prison. You will be safe.”

“I’ve seen the inmates there. You can’t guarantee my safety.”

“Bohdan will,” Cara replied.

“He doesn’t know what’s coming, how can you speak for him?”

“Trust me,” Cara said.

Steve laughed and looked out the window. He looked back and saw how ridiculous Cara looked sitting in the recliner in her underwear and how absurd the whole situation was. “Put your clothes back on and get out,” Steve said. “No fuck is worth this, you’re nuts.”

“My plan will succeed with or without you.”

“Not if I go to the warden and tell her what you’re planning.”

Cara was pissed. She thought she had worked on Steve long enough to get what she wanted from him. She was sure the sex would seal the deal. “Is there anything else I can do that would change your mind?”

“Change my mind so I can live the rest of my life, and I mean probably short life, surrounded by vampire criminals that have no other desire but to end my life? Unless you can sweeten the pot, I don’t think so. I don’t want to live at the prison. I hate going to work there five days a week as it is and I spend most of my time in the basement. The basement sucks and upstairs isn’t much better. If you were smart, you’d try to smuggle him out.”

“And how do you propose I do that?” Cara asked.

“There are miles of tunnels under the prison. They run from the basement all the way to the city. They were put in when the prison was built so they could transport the inmates without anyone from town seeing them. They were also used to transport inmates and staff between buildings when there was three feet of snow on the ground.”

“Do you have access to these tunnels?” Cara asked.

“I’m in them all the time. We store shit in them.”

“Have you been in the tunnel that runs to Topeka?

“Yes, and it’s in good shape. I have to change out the lightbulbs that run the length of it. We have to keep it in working order in case we ever had to evacuate the prison.”

Cara sat and pondered what Steve said. “I’d still need to get the guards out of the way. They won’t let me take Bohdan. I’d still need to gas the place.”

“Probably,” Steve said.

“So I still need your help.”

“Tell me again how this works out for me?”

“You can escape with us through the tunnel.”

“Let’s say this all works out, and we do make it to Topeka. Then what? Live a life as a fugitive? What kind of life is that? I’m better off as I am right now working that shitty job.” Steve said.

“I’ll work out the details before we break him out,” Cara replied.

“That’s a lot of details to work out. I’ll tell you what, if I do this, and I don’t plan too, you need to set me up somewhere nice where I never have to work again. A place where the cops won’t come looking for me, and where I can live a better life than I have now. You find that fairyland and I’ll sign up for your mission in a second.”

“Give me some time, I’ll come up with something.”

“Tell me, what’s your obsession with this Bohdan anyway? You have a boyfriend.”

“Obviously my boyfriend doesn’t mean all that much to me if I’ve been fucking you all this time.”

“Touché,” Steve said.

“My obsession as you put it, is a fascination for someone I think is the most interesting soul I’ve ever met. Do you know his history?”

“I’ve seen the Lifetime for Women movie,” Steve said.

“Exactly, how many people, I mean vampires, have had a movie made of their lives? He is a living legend. There are books written about his life, fan clubs, and a clothing line.”

“My nephew has a lunch box with his picture on it, I get it, he’s a celebrity,” Steve said.

“He’s more than that, he’s the rock god of the vampire world. He’s also the Vampire Ripper. No other vampire has that title.”

“Title? You make it sound like the queen knighted him or something. Sir Bohdan, the Vampire Ripper, your majesty,” Steve said making the motions of knighting an invisible kneeling man with a sword.

“You don’t understand,” Cara said. She was sitting on the edge of the recliner making wild hand gestures as she spoke. She was manic and Steve could tell.

“Now I get it,” Steve said.

“Get what?” Cara asked.

“That tattoo on your back. The one over your butt crack.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a picture of Jack the ripper, with fangs. Now I get the connection.”

“The tattoo shop didn’t have a vampire dressed like Jack the ripper so I had them put fangs on what they had.”

“You’re a fucking groupie,” Steve said. “A groupie willing to die to be with your rock star. What I don’t understand is why you just don’t leave him where he is. You know where his cell is, you can see him whenever you want.”

“I’ve worked at the prison since I graduated nursing school, and last month was the first time I ever saw him in person. It’s not easy getting access to Bohdan. They keep a very short leash on him. Plus, there are hundreds of other women out there sending him letters every week and I don’t like competing with them. I want him all to myself.”

“You are one creepy bitch, you know that?” Steve asked. He knew the answer. “Unless you come up with something for me I want, you can forget it.”

Cara knew she would never come up with anything Steve would want so now she needed to come up with something Steve didn’t want. If he wouldn’t play along because he wanted too, he’d have to play along if he wanted to avoid something. A little blackmail, a threat against his life or his family? She didn’t know yet, but she planned to make it worth his while to play along and get Bohdan out of the prison.

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