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Jangles is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
February in New Orleans. Damn! Past flood or not, it’s still time for Mardis Gras. Masks, costumes, overturning social conventions, dancing, and parades are the order of the day. Not even Katrina can stop the luster.
Laissez les bons temps rouler. Let the good times roll.
Jangles pushes the lid of his coffin open and takes in the scents of the city, the ambiance of frivolity assuaging his senses, the lure of debauchery tickling his dark soul.
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“Oh, the glories of this place!” he shouts, waking his newly turned disciples, wanting them to join him in the fun to come.
Stephan crawls out of his traveling home and agrees with Jangles. “Yes, Master, this is a city worthy of our presence. Dare I say that we will make our presence known here.”
Jangles laughs. “Yes, we shall, my friend! This is our town now.”
The old Vampire has been here many times before. How could anyone of his stature not be enticed by the bounty awaiting him? Yes, he is a clown with the Davis Bros. Circus, but he takes a vacation at Mardi Gras time. He earns it. After all, he is their number one clown and has been for many years.
“What would they think if they only knew about my joyous little vacations?” he thinks. “Tsk, tsk. They don’t know. So what does it matter?”
The newest addition to the Vampire family is still asleep. Anita has had a difficult time adjusting to this new life of theirs. Maybe a new death would be closer to the truth for her. Her mind still wants to cling to the ways of the old world, but for her, there is no going back. She is truly undead and needs the sustenance provided her from the blood of others: most of the times, those not willing to share and thus entering the next stage of their existence in less than glorious fashion. Yet, she feels no guilt about causing them a speedy journey to death.
Anita has her own coffin now and that pleases her, for although she desired some extra attention after her change to the Dark side, the desire for a place of her own, allowing her to wander in her dream world alone, is more to her liking at the present time.
It is more to Jangle’s liking as well. He certainly has no desire for an eternal tryst with any woman-alive, dead, or undead.
Fresh meat! Be it for sustenance or for sexual desires is what fuels him!
“Arise, Anita!” Jangles shouts. “The city awaits us! Our destiny is now!”
A rumbling stirs within her and she knows Jangles is right. She is hungry for fresh blood and meat and desirous of some other fun. Yes, she as much as Jangles, wants to enjoy the joys of forbidden love before the end comes for her lover. Ah, the Black Widow of the Davis Bros. Circus, spinning a magical web, and performing grandiose gyrations within the midst of her creations has garnered her quite a reputation. But Black Widows are known for much more than that, and she is true to the very essence of the legends.
The three Vampires apply their makeup and venture out onto the streets. How perfect for them here. Costumes abound: they fit in perfectly.
While the parade runs through the streets below, Jangles chooses the balconies above, filled with lovely women bearing their breasts for beaded necklaces to be worn as a sort of prize.
The old Vampire casts his spell on them and before long, little rivers of blood flow from wounds in their necks, soon reaching their erect nipples, creating a panaroma of red and pink beauty that will be the last blush of womanhood to titillate the senses. One after another they fall to his charms and his deadly style of sexual gratification. All of them die with smiles on their faces.
Alas! Poor Stephan has still not mastered the patience of his Master and is more concerned with food vs love. He remains on the streets below and consumes his meals in the dark alleyways, away from the main action of the parade and dancing. In no time at all, the alleys are strewn with blood and intestines scattered everywhere. Most of the passers by do not notice anything out of the ordinary; after all, this is Fat Tuesday and all hell is breaking loose; and those who do notice are quickly brought into the action and devoured themselves.
This is indeed Stephan’s time and place!
Sweet Anita has no problem carving out her own little slice of paradise. Which of the men on the streets are capable of resisting her charms, driving their manhood deep into her while she slowly and deliberately drains them of their lives? Once their act of gratification occurs and their seed flows into her, the blood is drained from them, rendering them useless for any more love making.
She goes from man to man, satisfying all her needs, wondering if Jangles had somehow conveyed the powers of a succubus to her. Tonight is the best night of her existence. She does not want it to stop.
Yet, stop it must for all of them. Dawn is approaching, and with it a need to retreat to their sleeping quarters. The three vampires are tired but well sated.
Inside the cozy warmth of their coffins, they fall asleep. Their dreams are pleasant.
Jangles is the last to succumb to the land of unconscious contentment. Tonight, they will board a train back to New Jersey and rejoin the circus. What pleasures await them there?
The Pine Barrens, the home of the Jersey Devil is their next stop.
The fun never stops . . .never . . .
© Copyright 2012 Blaze McRob
970 words
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