Bohdan the Vampire Ripper

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A hundred miles down the track, Cara watched the landscape fly by through the train window waiting for her chance to convince the judge she was guilty of murder. Bohdan sat across from her on the other bench seat with his eyes closed. “What do you think will happen to Isaac and Ashley?” Cara asked.

Bohdan replied, “Isaac will be fine, I’m not sure about the woman. The old west isn’t a very kind place.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like the world you knew, you can’t call 911 when you need help. You’re on your own, and she is out of her element.”

“She’s a security officer for a vampire hunting company, she’s not some child.”

“Right now she’s alone in a world she doesn’t know. Who can she turn to? She’s basically a homeless person lost in time. Isaac is the only person she knows, and she’s only known him less than two weeks. He might turn on her the second he gets a chance.”

Cara adjusted her dress and looked around the train car. She was surprised how quiet it was yet felt every bump and sway the car made on the tracks. “How far are we from St. Louis?” Cara asked.

“Four hours probably,” Bohdan replied.

“I wish the judge would call us in, I’m getting nervous.”

“Us? I’m not on trial, I’m a convict, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

The train crossed the Missouri river an hour later and almost immediately the bailiff stepped into Cara’s train car with a security guard behind him. He approached her and grabbed the back of her seat keeping his balance due to the bouncing of the car on the tracks. “The judge will see you now,” the bailiff said.

Bohdan looked to Cara and said, “Good luck.”

Cara got up and followed the two men back through the door of her car into the next one that housed the temporary courtroom. It was basically the same layout as the car they came from, with a modified bench on one side and two small tables set up for the prosecution and defense. The judge sat behind his bench and seemed very uncomfortable. There was a reason why he tried cases outside, the car was stuffy and hot.

“Take a seat,” the bailiff said. He then took a seat next to the judge.

The judge didn’t wear his robes for this case, it was very informal and this made Cara nervous. It was like the judge wasn’t taking her plea seriously. She knew she was going to be dumped in St. Louis and scrambled for another plan in case that happened.

The judge had been eating lunch and now Cara knew why it took so long for him to see her. He moved his platter aside and wiped his lips with a napkin. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” the judge said. “You confessed to a murder, and I get that. You even claim that you were a vampire at the time it occurred. But I have a hard time believing your story. I think you have an external motive for me to find you guilty. You want to be with that thing in the other car. I think you have a sick obsession that would lead you to make a false confession.”

“I’m not...” Cara said. And then was abruptly cut off.

“Don’t interrupt me madam,” the judge said. “I’m finding you not guilty. You’re being dropped off in St. Louis as soon as we get there.”

“But your honor, I swear I killed her. I can give you all the details. Give me a chance.”

“I’m sure you can make up any story you want. Nobody was there when the woman was murdered. It will be your word and your word only. I can’t cross examine a dead woman.”

“Just give me a chance, we have time,” Cara pleaded.

The judge leaned to his side and looked at the bailiff. Normally the judge would dismiss the case and move on, but he found this case to be more interesting than normal, and he was bored. “Fine, go ahead, tell me what happened.”

Cara was giddy. She got her chance to convince the judge that she was a cold blooded vampire killer and could possibly be housed at the same facility as Bohdan. Now she needed a good story. “I killed her when she tried to stop Bohdan from raping her daughter. I heard screams and came into the cabin. I found the woman beating Bohdan with her fists and I pulled her off. Then I pushed her to the ground and put my knee on her neck and crushed her windpipe.”

“Is that all?” the judge asked. He seemed to be wanting more.

“What do you mean? I just told you how I killed her.”

“Her body was found burned up in the fireplace. You seemed to have forgotten that part.”

Cara panicked and had a hot flash. She realized that the judge had her where he wanted her. If she backtracked now, she’d surely be screwed. “She was dead when I left the cabin. I don’t know how she ended up in the fireplace. Maybe Bohdan put her in there after I left.”

“Maybe so, but she could have been alive when he put her in the fireplace. It could have been his actions that actually killed her. Do you know for certain she was dead when you left the cabin?”

“Yes, I watched her take her last breath.”

“That sounds very convenient.”

“It’s the truth, I wouldn’t lie.”

“Do you know the penalty for perjury?”

“No,” Cara replied.

“Ten years in the state prison. If you’re lying to me, you’ll never see your boyfriend again.”

“I swear I’m telling the truth.”

The judge shook his head and took the drink from his dinner plate. “If I asked Bohdan the same question, what would he say?”

“He’d tell you the same story.”

“Let’s find out, bailiff, bring Bohdan in here.”

The bailiff left the train car and brought Bohdan back in. He sat the convicted vampire on a seat designated as a witness box. It was a single wood seat too small for an adult, jammed in a corner.

“Swear him in,” the judge said and the bailiff complied.

“Tell me in your own words Bohdan, exactly what occurred when the girl and her mother were killed in the cabin.”

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Bohdan asked.

“I need to hear it again.”

“I told you I didn’t do it.”

“That’s right, I remember, the girl and her mother died on their own. The girl was torn up and the mother tossed in a fireplace to burn to death.”

“I have nothing else to add.”

The judge didn’t get the information he was looking for and had no way to corroborate the two stories. His decision would have to be based on his gut feelings on who was telling the truth and who was lying to him. He didn’t have much to go on, but felt he was being lied to by both parties with different motives. “I’ve made my decision, I don’t believe either one of you. I find you not guilty of murdering Sara Rockwell and will have to dispatch from the train in St. Louis when we arrive.”

“No! You can’t!” Cara cried out. “You have to find me guilty!”

“I’m sorry, there is no evidence supporting your claim. Not even your boyfriend here would back you up. I have no choice.”

Cara had to scramble for another plan. St. Louis was a few hours away and the thought of being separated from Bohdan was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down as an idea came to her. Taking a moment to regain her composure, she slipped off the right shoulder of her dress and pulled it down as far as it would go. She then slipped off the left and pulled it down exposing her breasts to the judge. She then quickly tugged the dress over her breasts and let it fall to the ground. She now stood naked before the judge and everyone else in the train car.

“What are you doing?” the judge asked.

“I will buy my guilty verdict,” Cara replied.

“Buy? With what?” the judge asked. He knew exactly what she was doing, but he felt he had to ask anyway.

“I will let you fuck me, in exchange for a guilty verdict.”

The judge looked upon Cara’s naked body and laughed. “Are you kidding? Do you think you can buy me with sex?”

Cara slowly spun around giving the judge a good look at her body. She held her breasts up and squeezed them slowly seeing what kind of reaction she would get from him. She could see he was interested and proceed to move her legs apart giving the judge a good look at her pussy. It was hairy, not like she liked to keep it, but she hadn’t had access to a razor in a week or more. “I can see you want me,” Cara said. “You can have me for a price.”

“Do you think I’m going to fuck you here? Now? In front of all these witnesses?” the judge asked. “That’s absurd.”

“All I’m asking for is a guilty verdict. It won’t harm you to rule in my favor, and you get me in exchange.”

“You are a foolish woman,” the judge said. “If you wanted a favor from me, you should have asked in private. Now that God and everyone has seen you naked there is no way I can help you. I’m not losing my judgeship over a romp with you.”

Cara stepped in closer, turned and bent over grabbing her ankles giving the judge a long close look at her backside. She turned and looked at his face seeing his eyes glued to her pussy. It was like he was holding back his drool. “Take me, you know you want too,” Cara said. She could see the judge rubbing the bulge in his crotch under the table.

“Out, take her out of here,” the judge said.

Cara stood up and stepped in closer. She leaned over and put her hands on the judge’s table and let her large breasts hang down for him to see. She grabbed one and held it out to him, presenting him her large, round pink nipple. “Go on, touch it,” she said.

The judge squirmed back in his seat trying not to obviously look at the breast staring him in the face. Cara was making him very uncomfortable as the rest of the men in the car watched. “I said take her out of here!” the judge yelled.

As the bailiff approached Cara, she reached over to the judge’s dinner plate and grabbed a steak knife, plunging it into the bailiff’s neck. She pulled as hard as she could ripping into his flesh and tearing a gash the width of her hand. Shocked, the bailiff put his hands to his throat to try to stay off the deluge of blood that was pouring out onto his chest. It was no use, he would be dead soon.

“Security! Stop her!” the judge yelled.

Cara backed off and watched the bailiff try to stop the bleeding. The guards grabbed her bloody body and pulled her back away from the judge and bailiff. She smiled as she watched the bailiff struggle to stop the bleeding and eventually fall to the ground and die.

Seeing the bailiff motionless and his blood no longer draining onto the floor Cara said, “Now you have to put me in the Vampire Zoo, you all saw what I did.”

The judge stood and looked down upon the dead man on the floor of the train car. He looked at Cara and said, “You got what you wanted you stupid cunt. Now get her out of here.”

The security guards led Cara and Bohdan back out into their train car and locked the doors. Normally the guards would stay in the car with them, but they had no one else to clean the mess they left behind and tend to the body of the bailiff.

Cara took her seat across from Bohdan, she was still nude and covered in blood. Her dress tossed on the floor next to her.

“Are you going to get dressed?” Bohdan asked.

“Not until I get cleaned up, I don’t want to get blood all over my dress,” Cara replied.

“We won’t see Chicago until after dark. By that time the blood will have dried.”

“They don’t have a bath on the train,” Cara replied. “I can wait. What’s the problem? You never seen a naked woman before?”

“I’ve seen many naked women before, I usually kill them afterwards,” Bohdan said.

“You won’t be killing me, I’m immortal now too, like you.”

“Don’t believe that for a second, you know you can die.”

“Yeah, but it’s a lot harder now.”

“I think you will eventually regret all of your decisions, being a vampire is not what you think it is. There is no romance, just a life of pain and sorrow.”

“As long as I have you, I don’t care,” Cara said.

“What makes you think you have me?” Bohdan asked. “You are my pet that is all. When I find a new pet, you will be tossed by the wayside. I’m loyal to no one.”

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