Three weeks passed slow for Bohdan who was now a sickly version of what he had been. The constant sunlight flooding his cell and lack of blood left him weak and pale. He was transported to the courthouse covered with a blanket to keep him from burning from the sun and was set up at a table with his public defender attorney Jack Shultis. This was the first time he had contact with his attorney and he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell.Across the room sat the county attorney and prosecutor Ed McDaniel who had been working the area for years and knew the judge well. The room was filled with interested locals who came to see the show and what would happen to the person accused of serial murder in the town of Abilene Kansas.The bailiff looked at his watch and then announced the judge to the courtroom. “All stand for the honorable Judge Stevens,” the bailiff stated and the room rumbled with the sound of the gallery standing while the judge entered the room.“Be seated,” Judge Stevens sa
The local doctor examined Bohdan in his seat and came to the conclusion he was suffering from starvation and dehydration. Neither of which could be resolved without human blood and the doctor didn’t know. Nobody but Bohdan knew. And Bohdan was on the verge of unconsciousness when he reached out and grabbed the doctor by his arm and pulled him in close and sank his fangs into his neck puncturing his artery drinking as fast as he could.The gallery erupted seeing what Bohdan was doing but no one had the insight to stop him from killing the doctor. For a few seconds Bohdan drank from the doctor’s neck in full view of everyone in the courtroom until he dropped the doctor on the floor in a heap. Bohdan leaned back in his chair, blood draining from his mouth feeling the rush of nourishment fill his body. Then he felt a strike to the back of his head and fell face first onto the desk. The bailiff had finally come over to stop Bohdan and made sure he didn’t attack anyone else.Bohdan was drag
The vibration from the tram could be felt through the floor but the sound of the car itself was silent. Once again, for the twelfth time since lunch, a tourist car pulled up to the Plexiglas side of Bohdan’s cell and stopped so the ticket holders could get a look at the prison’s most famous resident. Bohdan the Vampire Ripper. Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business.Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors
The lead guard opened the door and led Bohdan to a seat on the opposite side of the warden’s desk. He was left in his chains and surrounded by the guards on each side and behind.“Hello Bohdan,” the warden said. Her name was Kathy Coyle, a fifty something skinny witch with long thin grey hair.“What can I do for you Kathy,” Bohdan said. “Call me warden,” Kathy replied.“Fuck you Kathy,” Bohdan replied. He had no respect for her at all, and didn’t really care what she thought about it. “What does my favorite lesbian queen bitch want today?”“I want you to stop hiding in your cell, we have paying customers who drove a long way and paid good money to see you.”“I know, I’m your number one cash cow around here. If it weren’t for me, you’d have no theme park/zoo at all.”“Don’t flatter yourself, people will come from all over to see a prison filled with vampire criminals. You’re just the topping on the cake.”“I’m the cake, and you can’t make me do anything, cunt,” Bohdan said with a grin.
Cara Scott RN entered Tadpole’s Bar and Grill dressed like a slut. She was on a mission and knew exactly how to get what she wanted, she just needed to find the right person to do it. The bar was filled with employees from the prison, guards, grounds, kitchen, maintenance, you name it, and there were there to party. She was looking for a particular guy from the maintenance department named Steve Grant who she only knew from work from afar, mainly passing each other in the halls.Inside the bar, she quickly scanned the busy room and found a full table where Steve was sitting with a group of guards from the prison. She did her best to ready herself and strolled past the table on her way to the bathroom finding an excuse to run into Steve. When she approached the table, she slowed down, smiled and waved at the group at the table and made the comment, “There isn’t a place to sit anywhere in here.” She knew that would be all it took to get an invite to the table. The table was mostly men w
“I don’t suppose you’d come look at mine would you? I can’t get my thermostat to work right.”“Yeah, I could take a look if you want.” “Do you have time now?” Cara asked.Steve grinned and looked at Cara like she was nuts. It was late on a Friday night and they were having a party, and she wanted him to look at her thermostat. Either she was having some real air conditioning problems or she was horny as hell and looking for an easy lay. “Yeah, I suppose. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now.”“That’s fine, I can take you,” Cara said.Steve hesitated for a moment and started to get up when one of the women sitting next to him spoke up. Her name was Lisa Miller. “If you’re that hard up for cock, maybe you should pay a prostitute.”“Excuse me?” Cara asked. She was offended and pissed.“Thermostat? How lame of an excuse do you need to get Steve in your bed? Don’t you think your boyfriend will get pissed?” Lisa was drunk and unable to filter herself.“My boyfriend is none of your busi
On Monday’s the trams don’t run, it’s the one day of the week when traffic was slow so they decided to use the day for cleaning and maintenance. Because of this, the inmates were given the hours in the yard to themselves as a way to unwind and socialize. Like any other prison, the yard segregated itself into factions based on anything from race, politics to sexual preferences. Bohdan always sat alone on a bench near the entrance door. He had no friends, chose not to make any and today was no different. Then a small group approached him. The skinheads.“Rumor is you stood up to the warden,” the lead skinhead said. His name was Thor Anderson and looked as bleached white as any vampire could be. Covered with dark, thick tattoos that showed his allegiance to his views, he was an intimidating man with no fear. At least no fear you could see.Bohdan raised his arms and showed the bandages. “It didn’t end well,” he replied.“I give you credit for standing up to that black bitch,” Thor said p
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- g