"I was so bored"
complains Penny, "but now I'm not" as Tiffany, the
reluctant courier, makes ready
to surrender the package to an
uncharacteristically gentle Biker Bitch who
murmurs: "This is going to take some help."
stands by gaping in
sheer amazement. "But I'm a good
girl!!" weeps Tiffany, biting down on her gag. "I know, sweetie" answers the lab supervisor, extracting
and cleaning a transparent Lucite dildo. Before their very eyes, the dark liquid
inside, agitated so,
slowly turns sparkling clear.
"I'm sure that is why
the sacred lingam fought
so hard to stay with
you," muses the slime
nurse, piously. "But now
we must make do with amy
"Ma'am," interjects the naughty
nurses breathlessly: "shall we log this under hygiene?" "I'll leave that in your
capable hands." -words already filling the supervisor with trepidation when she
sees how they all smirk.
returns, the supervisor discovers much
to her chagrin, that
what had begun as a dispute over hygiene had
expanded into a wider gynecological
the lab supervisor finds what the
nursing staff has gotten into, she is
reluctant to admit that she feels
herself losing authority. She is also of half a mind of
just giving up and joining in! But not
in front of Penny."You
understand" she grumbles "that a
legitimate scientific experiment, takes
more than hooking up a bunch of
expensive equipment. Where are the
But no, the
only thing to do, as the supervisor
realizes, is to swallow her pride
and reach out for help in restoring
order before the Lord of the Manor
returns. No sooner so resolved in the
mind of the supervisor, then to
Tiffany's astonishment, Biker Bitch,
fuming and irate, has made herself otherwise
barely recognizable! "Hey!" protests
Tiffany, "Have you been raiding my
now in her guise as the senior
housekeeper, tasks one of the house maids to assist
in disciplining the naughty nurses. She
is Tiffany's shy and terrified companion
from the trunk of the police car, now
having entered into the spirit of things
with such gusto.
reveals Biker Bitch to the lab
supervisor, "That's not Spiderella."
"No, it's just me! But don't I look all
so grown up?" "Itsy!" exclaims the
senior lab supervisor, quickly
correcting herself: "-your Highness..."
"And that's not Tiffany." "Spiderella!!"
exclaims the lab supervisor, in horror,
as Spiderella morphs out of her form as
Tiffany, still naked, breaking her
bonds, deftly stripping one of the
nurses being spanked and slipping into
her uniform. Spiderella looks to Biker
Bitch: "Tiffany is always on. And she
only cultivate drama to make her act
more suspenseful. She never really liked
all of your rough stuff. But the king
gets so needy for it, and I was
curious." "Put yourself at Vampirella's
mercy, if you really want to know."
retorts Biker Bitch. "Ironic notion,
considering circumstances..." muses
Meabwhile, as Vampirella helpless in bondage,
approaches, descending with her captors
through the labyrinth of the dungeon
catacombs, Amfortas approaches just ahead
of her, leading by the tether, a
fetching brace of terrified struggling
housemaids to be broken in on their
first day, bound and gagged, into the
vast and seamlessly gleaming
examination chamber, to be stripped
and probed by a cadre of strict yet
naughty nurses. - now themselves properly
whimpering captives begin to fall silent, as
their attention becomes riveted upon the
conversation in an adjacent cell:
know that we have no hope of ever seeing the
light of day. When I dream, I know that the
Fisher King too dreams. Vampirella is
coming. And Amfortas is fascinated with her
the massive gratings, the horrid
frustrated gurgling roar of the
monstrous dweller deep in the catacombs,
still rumbles through the castle, resonating
through the urns, as Vampirella,
strapped into one of the MimicMan
exoframes, joints locked and
immobilized, with modular wheels
configured to the ankles forming a hand
truck and restraints, finds herself
thrown into the dungeon at the very feet
of Amfortas releasing his pent up
excitement upon the housemaid chained
from wrought iron chandelier beneath the
projected sky of a reflective
penetration all as from Vampirella's own
voyeuristic POV as captive audience. Vampirella observes Afortas
slipping into a strange shuddering and bloated
spasm, a distinct momentary seizure, as he finally lets loose. Afortas stays
up on his feet by dint of sheer stubborn pride. With a swift and sharp parting
slap to her sweaty buttocks, Anfortas zips up
his fly, as the housemaid hangs limp and spent
from her chains, stroked and cradled by the
other two girls. To
the palpable self-satisfaction of Amfortas, the
shackled housemaid cannot escape the fascination
of her own reflection in the huge concave mirror
that forms the chamber floor beneath them.
Knowing that Amfortas, thrusting deep and
charged with anticipation, would likely find
himself too keyed up to reach climax, the two girls from the livery,
seen earlier, stand at the ready,
licking their clever tongues. They listen for
their master's grunt of frustration, for tender
intervention and ministration.
Amfortas, fully aware of her dangerous powers,
gloats over Vampirella, his captive. The MimicMan
unit in which Vampirella is helplessly bound, is
variably arranged in order to readily
shift helpless and captive Vampirella from one
compromising position to another at will, with
Leong Naja slithering over her body, coiling
himself about her shapely and supple form.
- For the MimicMan
in which Vampirella finds herself
restrained, is a special custom model,
not only variable in range of movement
and resistance, but sturdier with
extreme torque countering Vampirella's
superhuman srength. Additionally, the
restraints at wrists, ankles and neck,
are connected into spring loaded reels,
adding further torque and denying Vampirlla all leverage. They grind and
rattle loudly, as Vampirella writhes,
strains and struggles. But lustful
Amfortas turns and repositions raging
Vampirella, suspended, with greatest
ease, like posing a life size doll or
mannequin for his own entertainment,
trembling as he touches her, pale skin
slick with the sheen of perspiration and
drama quickly escalates
In-Yer-Face: Gloating, Amfortas warns Vampirella
how shape shifting into a little bat will only
tear her apart in her bonds. Grabbing a pair of dental calipers
from a tray of instruments proffered to him.
- Amfortas jams them
between Vampirelaa's ruby lips, eagerly
examining Vampirella's pointy vampire fangs with
his probing tongue!
- One of the curvaceous
naughty nurses is Penny. They each brandish a fresh
hypodermic. Pennu comes forward. But is the needle for Vampirella or for Amfortas
and manhandling her, Amphotas
demands of Vampirella to
bring him across,
to make him a vampire.
-his only desperate hope of survival, as his
condition is terminal, and time is running out.
"Dying from what?
- "I know you saw what happens to me. Oh, don't be
too sorry for that stupid wench you found
chained up to my bedpost. She damn near killed
me! And God help me if they ever unionize. I heat up suddenly, quickly and easily, and
sicken unless I get immediate satisfaction. For
me, blue balls are life threatening.
- "But with
age, climax becomes ever more difficult
to reach, requiring ever more
imaginative stimulation, because of my
growing dread of the worsening seizures
which accompany ejaculation. The end is
near. My time is running out. I must
transcend death. I am ready to rise
again as a vampire!"
- "You're enough of a vampire already!"
retorts Vampirella "-And as much of one as you
will ever be."
- And yet Vampirella's anger is eclipsed by
astonishment: "What, don't you people
have cryostasis? No once living thing can return
from moldering rot into the soil.
"Welcome once again, to
'Vamirella's Cavalcade of Taboo'." "Hey, am I
still getting residuals for... ?" wonders
Vampirella, straining in the sinewy coils of
Leong Naja. The video fast forwards: "Death and
funerary practices... (fast forward)
macabre? (fast forward) ...graveyard, burial at sea, cremation... (fast
forward) ...ashes launched into outer space...
(fast forward) ...fed to the vultures... (fast forward) ...Plastination
...(fast forward) ...Plastination ...(fast
forward) ...Plastination ...(fast forward) ...next
we explore the seamy underbelly of organ
donation... (fast forward) ...the weird
underground of Cryonics... (fast forward) ...
the same question applies: How dead is dead
enough? ...(fast forward) ...
our focus group discovered was that average
people, approving of organ donation while
themselves to sign up as donors, and also
squeamish about Cryonics, then arrived at
distinctly positive feeling about the proposal
of Cryonic Neurosuspension (freezing of the head
only) as an optional and well deserved incentive reward for
donors. The proposed
plan overcomes market obstacles not only of
expense and logistics, but perhaps more
importantly of perceived selfishness, of survivor
guilt. Organ donation and cryonics, each more
toxic than the next, that is in terms of Public
Relations. And yet, together they become somehow
palatable, even inspiring..."
"Bah humbug, Vampirella."
declares Amfortas. "What a crock! Your kind has indeed long
ago transcended death. But you withhold the
secret for yourselves, and leave mere mortals to
our own devices!" "Devices, indeed!"
Vampirella strains in bondage.
Vampirella, gasping for
breath in the writhing coils of Leong Naja, struggles to explain to Amfortas that
she cannot turn him into a vampire, because the
undead are a myth, and the supernatural a waste
of precious time and resources. Vampirella even offers to
advise Amfortas in advanced extraterrestrial medical
science and technology.
But Amfortas refuses to
believe Vampirella at all. Leong Naja, coiling about Vampirella,
begins probing Vampirella's mind. Leong Naja
whispers to Amfortas: "I still can't get though,
boss. I think she might believe all that she says!"
As the drugs slowly
deepen in their effect upon Vampirella, Amfortas
leans close: "What if I share my secret with you
first? -My own quest for the medical secrets of
indefinite longevity... I discovered oozing from
these very walls an unusual versatile
protoplasm, and I worked to enhance its
qualities, until I successfully duplicated Rossum's work, and
Pygmalion-like, shaped it
like dough, into a human form, an adorable
"So one day on a whim, I gave her a
poke. Well, at first, like a good girl, she was
But soon she grew to
like it so much, that she began attacking my
house keeping staff.
- She had begun the evolution
of licentious tentacles by the time I was forced
to drive her back into the stonework, until she
was ready to behave. After that, life became
more complicated." "Fool!" rebukes Vampirella. "That slime is the ichors of the
Crypt Dweller!" "Yes, and it's in your
"Vampirella still resistssss...' complains Leong Naja,
"Not for long." replies Amfortas. "And I know
just how to pass the time!"
And with great flourish, Amfortas pulls out a coffee table volume of
flips out the images from within onto an
impressive array of large flat screens.
"Actually, I have
enjoyed your work, Vampirella." But Vampirella
only stares blankly. The picture on the
flyleaf, is clearly of Vampirella herself, and
yet utterly unfamiliar to her in any
recollection of setting, attire or prior events.
us, Leong Naja" commands Amfortas in
exasperation. And clearing his throat, Leong
montage, Leong Naja v. o.:
"For all of her regal
and practiced coyness of blithe ladylike ingénue
and impeccable poise, nevertheless in truth Vampirella just has to be something of an
exhibitionist. Consider Vampirella's brief but
notable career in photography, nude, not as a
model but as the photographer.
capturing the most fleeting of reactions. But
Vampirella soon abandoned photography because
the still image could never do justice to all
that her keen senses revealed to her about the
body, time and passion. For candid photography
on location, as a paparazzi Vampirella came to
rely upon her wits, invention and ever shorter
skirts, flashing at lot more than her handy
"'Cause pussy's gotta breath!"
- On the
giant plasma screens, the slideshow of
Vampirella's own photographs, publication and
exhibits, gives way to surveillance upon
Vampirella herself, at work ."You can always
plan what and whom you will be watching and when,"
observes Penny, nurse succubus, "but you can never be
sure who's watching back!"
however," Leong Nasja continues, "the entire
perfectly insane charade was a brazen
sensationalistic put-on contrived as a cover
story, a ruse for hunting the minions of Dracula
who had learned to shield their minds from
Vampirella's innate proximity detection, much as
they knew to mask the graveyard molder with a
range of overpowering popular colognes and body
wash. The glimpse and the scent of clean shaven
freshly douched hot wet and sticky, excited the
licentious bloodthirsty fiends into dropping
their guard to Vampirella."
and shooting, Vampirella in a range of
disguises, stalking her prey, indulges in a pointy
toothed grin at the glimpse of the wolf in the
fold, the predator becoming prey.
to Vamipirella, exposed in her viewfinder, is the
slinking predator amid his unwarry prey, eyes
fleetingly dilated in blood crimson!
from 'Liquid Sky' plays on a monitor in the
window of the comix shop nearby: "I kill with my cunt.
This pussy has teeth!"
Cut to: In
an ally way, the intended victim of the vampire
screams in terror, witnessing as Vampirella,
having pinned the vampire helplessly down on the
asphalt, legs kicking, the wrists of his
flailing arms in either hand, her legs over his
chest, his head in a vice like grip between her
thighs with his face up her micro-miniskirt.
Straightening her knees, Vampirella literally
rips his head off from his neck! Vampirella
takes immense satisfaction in the ensuing shower
of fetid gore! Sensing the other terrified
lurking vampires watching, Vampirella then
actually shits down his neck! And the expression
is clearly heart felt. The intended victim of
the vampire, flees in stark terror at the
sight of Vampirella in feral rage all covered in
blood and shit.
Cut back to
the the present im the dungeon catacombs, Leong Naja still
continues: "Clearly, here was the fallout of
some intense and lethal sexual betrayal. It was
as though some intimation of the impact of what
Dracula had in store for Vampirella had affected
her retroactively: Vampirella was a killer bitch
in heat! But her prey wised up and the tactic
stopped working. Eventually, rage finally gave
way to grief, the relief of tears, and the
vulnerability exploited by Dracula, to finally
get the drop on Vampirella, subjecting her to
the so-called Vampire Nation's own version of
MK-Ultra, replete with deranging exposure to
pages from the Necronomicon and sensitization to
the maddening psychic broadcasts of the Dark
Ones to their misanthropic cultists. Her mind in
shambles, Vampirella escaped, seeking refuge in
yet another preposterous alter ego, in a
scenario exploited by Dracula to extract from
Vampirella unwitting collaboration in at long
last solving the arcane conundrums that
increasingly obsessed his malignant intellect,
until Dracula, in his monumental caprice and
vanity, quite simply tired of the charade and
triggered Vampirella to return to herself."
inventive, if somewhat lurid." remarks
Vampirella. "I bet you can top me" parries
Amfortas, dryly. As the toxins course through
her, Vampirella's trance deepens: "Is this
memory or pure suggestion?" she wonders. "You
must tell me!" urges Amfortas. And Vampirella
minions of Dracula have me on the run. I sense
them in the crowds, but I cannot pick them out.
In the window of some dingy little store, there
is little short cropped blond wig. I dash
through the store unseen, taking the wig. I
crash a house party where I swap cloths with a
drunk girl. She and her friends even help me get
into the little wig. Meanwhile the minions of
Dracula arrive with a beer keg. That is how they
got themselves invited in. I was cornered, just
wishing I didn't exist. For the first time, I
hid my mind from them!
a big clunky old box camera from a young man
taking pictures, in order to conceal my face
with it. The minions of Dracula would be
momentarily confused by the woman wearing my
about my height and build, with long dark hair.
And in all the commotion, I never slipped on her
superfluous undergarments. I could barely
contain... my terror. I left a brown stripe on
moment of raw survival inspiration, I reached in between my
legs and touched myself. Then I opened wide,
grinding salaciously, my sharp scent wafting
through the air. They dropped their mental guard
and I spotted them before they identified my
Then with the advantage of surprise, I turned the tables! Now do
you understand who you trifle with?
and killed one of them in the john of a sleazy
dive. And that excited me! So I continued hunting
them in the ally way in
back, where we all
encountered Adam who had been tracking me.
I tore off their heads and
shat down their necks! But you know that already."
"I want to
know everything, Vampi my dear." prompts
Amfortas. "You're so interested in me!" replies
Vampirella, sweetly stoned. Then she weeps,
bawling like a babe. "What's the matter, little
girl?" oils Leong Naja, sibilantly. "I get so
homesick! But that's none of your business!"
blood thirst grows ever more keen grown as the
the night wears on.
Worse, festering black marks swell on Vampirella's arms
and legs. Nurse succubus grins
wickedly, administering an injection.
The holographic nurse, ever perky, warns
of the patients increasingly erratic vitals. But Vampirella struggles to keep her
wits. So Leong Naja bites her inner
thigh! As things begin getting hazy,
sensor lights in the restraining MimicMan TM neck brace begin
impressive array of giant monitors comes
to life, and the holographic scenes from Vampirella's mind,
of the women of her lost home world, finally begin to
coalesce in a nimbus of light above her,
pale, shapely and writhing, snarling and
thrashing for escape from her devious
Vamprella herself is seen attired
in weird peek-a-boo armor and spikes,
standing out even amid all of the wild
future forward fashion of the populace.
In the lengthening hours, tension growing,
the shrieks and roars of the unseen creature
of the catacombs rumble through the dungeon,
from the vast, dark and dank mist enshrouded
pit. Leong Naja, frightened, tightens his
coils about Vampirella.
- "What can you remember now, Vampirella?"
demands Amfortas. In
her thoughts displayed holographically, Vampirella and her people are bat winged
and capable of flight. Their wings
somehow fold snugly against their backs
when not extended for flight.
- They live in futuristic cities located
in vast caverns, opening out onto vast
deep, dark unspoiled woodlands, whence
flows a lazy winding river of crimson.
living and loving idyllically, bathe and
slake their thirst from the winding
copiously red river, becoming
intoxicated and inspired to new heights
of art, science and engineering!
it be? Is
that the Styx?" wonders Amfortas,
agog in wonder. "Is this Hades?" "When
Odysseus journeyed to the Underworld,
the shade of his mother needed blood, in
order to be able to speak to him."
remarks sagacious Leong Naja. "But in a river
coursing with blood, the shades are
positively loquacious! They are become
eudemon to the demons! One might not
entirely fear such an eternity."
relates to Amfortas her escape from the
privation and violent disintegration of
all social order on the dying planet Drakulon.
- Drakulon under the twin
suns Satyr and Circe, Drakulon, a world
scorched by the variable star Satyr,
Drakulon where the life sustaining
river of blood has run dry, by
commandeering the space craft of hostile
invaders from Earth in order to escape
the death of her world and find safety
- When Vampirella attempts
recognizance in the form of a bat, one
of them shoots at Vampirella. To their
astonishment, the bat transforms into a
woman. In the skirmish that ensues, Vampirella
drains and kills them all.
- But Amfortas scoffs and
pokes scientific holes in her story.
Assuming Draculon orbits Proxima, 4.22
light years away, the closest stellar
neighbor to Sol and the Earth in orbit, Amfortas works out the shortest travel
time there and back, would require a
space expedition from Earth initiated by
cave men using technology still unknown
on Earth even today!
- And that would be
from the nearest star, Proxima, never
mind the nearest double star, let alone
one of the pair being variable. Vampirella
is dumfounded, but the drugs take ever
deeper effect, and interrogation
intensifies. As Vampirella recalls
Draculon, the mountains are shrouded in
mist, and the twin sun are discernible
in a hazy sky. But nurse succubus gives
Vampirella another injection, and as the
mists begin clearing, the mountains
begin sloping ever upward. There is no
horizon! And the twin
suns shine at the center of an inside
out world surrounding them! - twin suns
then totally eclipsed by twin moons!
- With the
glare abated, the
gleaming spacecraft from Earth also becomes
better discernable. It is a tilt wing
standing on a makeshift landing field!
On board, Vampirella finds wreaths
of garlic, bottles of holly water and
bundles of wooden stakes. In the cockpit, Vampirella discovers the
vectors of their flight path plotted on
a graph. Reversing the direction of the
flight path, Vampirella resolves to
trace their point of origin. But
Vampirella's flight takes her over a
strange canyon formation, where a
vortex seizes the plane inexorably
downward, disgorging it into the stormy
skies over Antarctica, where the plane,
out of fuel, crash lands, and Vampirella
shouts Amfortas. "Scheming daughter of
false penitent Lilith, next you'll be
feeding me bullshit about Grey Aliens
and Moon Nazis! You are delirious with
hunger. Yet you reject me. Am I truly so
unappetizing? Bite me like you hate me!"
- Amfortas, who had
clearly been expecting her, next reveals that he
knows how Vampirella, under cover of her
travelling magic act with Pendragon, has come
following the trail of clues across the world,
from highly guarded secret laboratories, remote
assassins' strongholds and lost sunken ruins,
all in quest of the Holy Grail. - a hopeless
fool's errand. Indeed, Amfortas himself
has long scoured the castles in order to find the
Grail, and together with Leong Naja, searched
every nook and cranny in vain for so much any
another clue. Vampirella privately observes how
even this vast darkest pit is festoons with
arrangements on display, of those brass urns in
different sizes. Says Vampirella, enigmatically:
"Any problem benefits from a fresh set of eyes.
The Holy Grail might be right under our noses!"
Insert edit montage:
Tiffany, holding a chalk and naked except for a lab coat, struggles with
equations on a black board. A beautiful deep
red nailed manicured hand, slips into view,
likewise holding a chalk, much to Tiffany's surprise
and delight, to correct her equations.
Finally she turns: It is Vampirella, also
open labcoat. The shoulder seem of the sleeve is
a little torn. The security guards are all
sprawled across the floor.
the imaginative mind's eye of
Amfortas, Vampirella slices open her
own chest with her razor fingernails
alone, expands open her own rib cage
with her own bare hands, all in
order to wrest out and cavalierly
discard her own literally black and
Then, in a single precise strike
of her hand and long manicured
deep red nails, Vampirella
easily plucks out the still
beating heart from a horrified
passerby, a Falun Gong handing
out protest leaflets against
executions and organ harvesting
in China. Without missing a
beat, Vamparella then deftly
operates upon herself with
needle and suture, by touch
alone, to transplant and receive
the still beating heart of her
- Afterwards, Vampirella, all closed up
again with suture, contemplates a pair
of silicone implant bags, one in each
back to reality in the present, as: Vampirella bursts out
in broken laughter of desperation and
incredulity, cursing the barking madness of
Amfortas! Even Leong Naja seems embarrassed!
Vampirella pleads and insists that she is no
mythical undead, there are none, and that she
has no power to transform him into one, only to
kill if she doesn't get free to restock on her
concentrated blood substitute immediately!
well" declares Amfortas, releasing
the straps of MimicMan
"Hurry off and feed if you can." But
Vampirella, drugged and envenomed,
finds herself limp with paralysis.
"But we serve meat here, not red
tinted powdered tofu. Isn't she a
tasty morsel, Leong Naja? Vampirella,
you must either feed or become
Carefully retracting his
venomous cobra fangs as he uncoils
from Vampirella. Weakly, Vampirella
manages to sit up before Leong Naja.
Leong Naja summarily begins boa
constrictor-like ingestion of
Vampirella whole, in slowly
undulating wave like crushing
contractions with every bite,
drawing Vampirella, feet first, ever further down
the length of his serpentine gullet,
while Amfortas deftly removes
safely state that you really are
*ahem* one tough broad,
Vampirella! But this just isn't
going very well for you at this
point, and no one would blame you
for conceding while you still can."
- Meanwhile, on the surface, the Leather
Nuns have arrived in force!
Meanwhile, at this point Leong Naja, still at work
engorging himself upon Vampirella whole, still
laboriously slithers to rear his strangely
cobra cowled countenance for a mouthful word in the ear
of Amfortas: "She dresses with the
understated elegance of a stripper and
comports herself with all the poise of Jackie Onassis
or Princess Grace, blithely
unmindful of any impropriety."
- And to drive home the
point, a monitor plays back surveillance footage
of Vampirella gracefully and unselfconciously
strolling Les Avenue des Champs-Élysées,
breathing in the scent as though the very
fragrance of ambrosia, from a single long stem
rose, ever so graciously accepted from the hand
of a besmitten mime.
- "But somehow I
don't think she's livin' on the spectrum. Maybe she really
is a space alien, with none of our own long
limitations for keeping the supernatural in
check. And a deadly
extraterrestrial life form at that. Because, oh
yah, what's more, even with that rockin'n bod,
no one stares at her tits, no
one dares! -Except for you, Boss, because really
you do take it with even half the relish
with which you dish it out. You think
you've got nothing to lose, but there's always..."
girl maid hovers curiously over Vampirela
and Leong Naja: "You
are not actually here to serve canapés,
are you?" remarks Vampirella, off
In response, the slime maid
merely smirks and morphs into her nurses
uniform, in a glorious
shimmering rotation of
rainbow colors! But
Vampirella realizes that
this is not entirely an
effect of her own anoxia:
The slime nurse has stepped
into the path of a laser
beam. The lovely refracting
colors fan out like blazing
angel's wings! "Show me more!" mouths Vampirella,
giddy, silent and breathless
as the blackness embraces
Vampirella, undulating down
the unhinged gullet of
And when she awakes, covered in
snake spittle and vomit,
Vampirella finds herself once again immobilized in
bondage to MimicMan
Vampirella notes that her
jewelry has been
so thoughtfully returned onto
her arms. Amfortas and Leong Naja
just before full consciousness, Vampirella recalls a vision of an
angel in bondage, an angel reaching
out to Vampirella, an impatient
angel irritated and beguiled with
Vampirella. "You are the Grail!"
murmurs Vampirella, groggily. But no
silences Leong Naja with an angry
retort: "Nothing that runs and shoots in
stiletto go-go boots is natural! Without
me, who will guard the castle and fend
off the cultists from freeing the
denizen of the crypt? Who will protect
us all?" Vampirella scoffs: "Who do you
think of? Your people or your own sweet
self?" "You are right, Vampirella! If
you won't save me, then it's every one
for themselves! God help me, to Hell
with everyone else! Even a verminous
cockroach obeys its drives and fights
for its own little life."
- In a final desperate threat and
provocation, Amfortas pulls on a great
lever, and sets loose from
the catacombs, their horrid denizen,
revealed as none other than the eldritch
tentacled despoiler Hentai-BemSothoth
the perverited one, upon Vampirella, also
instructing his henchmen by phone, to
clear the way for the dread Hentai-BemSothoth to be set loose upon
the hapless populace.
the surface, the Leather Nuns arrive,
meeting no human resistance, finding the palace
guard in utter disarray, quarrelling amongst
themselves as to whether to obey Amfortas
and actually seek to direct the monstrous
neither being to attack the nearby
population center, or to aid in evacuation
and save them. More and more of them,
already too long exposed to the baleful
psychic emanations, fall entranced and begin
chanting along with the cultists just beyond
the gates in the forest.
As the advancing
Leather Nuns find themselves embattled with the the
lecherously tentacled crypt dweller, Vampirella,
still barely conscious, receives another vission
of her angel, now free, this time spreading her
winfs in benediction before a brilliantly
illuminated stain glass window.
"Heaven is with you
all!" Mutters Vampirella, deliriously.
Even as the Leather Nuns press on their
assault through the ground floor chapel of the
Whispering Castle, the lecherous
tentacles of Hentai Bem-Sothoth wind
their way upward through the spires, the
crypt dweller's psychic emanations
deepening the helpless torpor of those
who slumber, even amid the din of battle
beneath their very beds!
- Inside in the grand throne
room on the ground floor of
the Whispering Castle,
leading into the chapel, the
advancing Leather Nuns come
under attack by massive
tentacles erupting from the
ornate mosaic floor.
The mass of
writhing tentacles breaches the dungeon.
The writhing pseudopodia are already
well on their way, snaking ever upward
castle after the maid service, even
the cat girls, who fair any better
at escaping onto the battlements and
out into the graveyard. But the mere
human maids cannot keep pace.
surging penile appendages even breach the
plumbing: Yet another of the maids barely
has time to wonder as to quaking of the
castle about her, before coming under
attack out from out the very commode!
Matilda finds herself ensnared and
violated, but claws free with the help
of her feline sisters. But Matilda is
helpless to intervene as Butterfly is
lasciviously ensnared and plunged into
the depths of the dungeon catacombs
vaulting masonry shudders and tumbles
down, terrified Leong Naja flees,
slithering into the stonework, just as
the massive writhing tentacles pulse
outward, upward and back again, coiled
about the screaming women from the
castle above, uniforms quickly ripped to
tatters, heaving bosoms suddenly,
rapidly, and painfully expanding with
milk, bursting their buttons, in
helpless violation of every orifice by
the frantic spawning of dread Hentai-BemSothoth,
despoiler, the perverited one.
- As the massive and powerful tentacles
encircle Vampirella, forcefully
snatching her out from her bonds, out
from the proverbial frying pan into the
metaphorical fire, Vampirella is quickly
overcome by their violently crushing grip.
- Vampirella struggles in vein, heaved
aloft, overpowered and violated by the
frantic neither-spawn. Vampirella finds herself helplessly
suspended high up in the vaulting
ceilings of indeed a massive chamber,
high up above the dungeon floor along
with the other women by the powerful
slithering cephalopodic appendages
the engorged pseudopodia
of the odious neither being
writhe and probe at every
orifice, Vampirella, berzerk, rallies her
superhuman strength and pulls
free to lashes out against
Hentai-BemSothoth, smashing its
sensitive eyestalks and wresting
the horrid creature apart,
tentacle from tentacle!
agonized death throes of the
vast and heaving bulk, toss
Vampirella arching upward like a
hapless ragdoll, smashing her
against the vaulted ceilings of
the chamber, whilst rending
asunder the very castle
witless, Vamirella, reduced to pure
violent instinct, fights for her life
as never before! Diving,
graceful and deadly, plunging downward to tackle Amfortas
awaiting her below with open arms, standing neck bared in exaltation, paradoxically triumphant. Vampirella
tackles Amfortas in a crushing viselike
embraces, breathing in his scent! At long last,
Vampirella animalisticly slakes her thirst,
gorging herself upon the ecstatic Amfortas! The
then pleads with guilt ridden Vampirella,
standing over him covered in the slime and ichor
of Hentai-BemSothoth and in Amfortas' own blood,
to complete the process and transform Amfortas
into a vampire before he dies from Vampirella's
attack. But Vampirella
only stares blankly at the Fisher King
frankly dumbfunded. "A virgin, how sweet!"
rasps Amphortas in agony, chiding Vampirella.
- Cradling broken and mortally wounded
Amfortas in her arms, Vampirella resorts to
her formidable powers of Mesmerism: "Your
consciousness becomes subject to my will,
and your pain fades, receding into distant
abstraction and calm. Look onto my eyes. My
eyes are up here! Never mind, whatever
works." Amfortas breaths more easily:
"In the Himalayan, where you stole the
scroll... Is it true?" "Yes, Lord Amfortas. Beset by Ninjas, I got my
Draculon fighting strip caught on an ancient
rusty nail and dropped the scroll. I was so
startled, that my boots transformed into
bats, and flew off without me. So there I was, draped in nothing but the
veil in which the scroll was kept, fleeing
the Ninjas." You must have been quite a
sight!" "I imagine that I was at that." "And
did you really... ?" "Yes, naked and barefoot, I had to double
back and scramble up into the rafters again,
for the scroll and my garb. "But first the
temple guardians, whether from ironic
whimsy, or whatever brand of honor and fair
play, came forth to confront me, likewise,
all of them stark naked!
- "Fortunately, my boots came when I
called." explains Vampirella
to fading Amfortas, quiet and gently. "I
used the pistol I had in my boot, only
to shoot out the torches and lamps. And
yes, one of them in bat form, found the
presence of mind to bring uniform back to me
in her talons. Then I finally retrieved
my clothing and the scroll, making my
escape. Though they braved the bitter cold
out of the monastery fortress library,
onto the windswept wastes beyond its
walls, none of them could follow me down
the frozen cliff."
- At his instruction,
Vampirella cuts herself with her long elegantly
fingernails, and makes ready to feed Amfortas
her own blood. Rapturously, Amfortas anticipate
the once in a life time sublime rush of power
and connection in the bond that he will share
with Vampirella, but then in desperate
consternation only gags on her blood! It's not
working. But Dracula said...
- Vampirella is
astonished: Dracula is real? Yes, Dracula, old Vlad Tepid himself, Amfortas chuckles to himself
painfully, offered to make Amfortas a vampire.
Amfortas that he would not have to become a
sniveling Renfield, but that he had the drive,
confidence and supremacy to rise as a master
vampire, even like unto Dracula himself. More
like domineering Narcissistic arrogance, retorts Vampirella. You say tomato..., deflects Amfortas.
But yearning so for immortality, why didn’t Amfortas accept Dracula's offer?
Amfortas explains: "The Ninjas would have
followed you down the cliff, Vampirella, or
given their lives trying, had they not spied
the young monk coming up the trail down
below. For the young monk is none other than
the holy man FeatherFist, an adept of great
subtlety and power, with all the mastery
from countless previous incarnations. FeatherFist is so known, for the very
slightest brush of his knuckles to the
appropriate chakra point, will bring
healing, incapacitation or Tantric bliss!"
"How lucky I was spared, then!"
retorts Vampirella, saucily.
edit: FeatherFist stands between an
assassin with a gun, face shrouded in
shadow, holding beautiful woman hostage,
and the assassin's target, a frail sick
person in bed, who looks like Amfortas.
In one graceful arc, with the lightest
brush of the knuckles of his partially
closed hand, FeatherFist heals the sick
person, who instantly recovers and rolls
out of the way as the assassin fires,
incapacitates the assassin, and brings
the adoring human shield to sublime
Tantric ecstasy! She looks like
- Laughing ragged and painfully,
Amfortas continues: "On the
Himalayan mountainside pass,
FeatherFist acknowledged you as the
new guardian of that infernal
scroll, to depart in peace,
Vampirella, Redeemer of the
- "Get thee
behind me, Satan!" declared Vlad Tepes, when
the Devil came calling. "I want nothing that
you have to give me!" So the Devil made an
offer too tempting for the Prince of
Wallachia to refuse, indeed giving him
nothing, only reliving him of the one burden
that he saw standing in his way of living as
a most righteous and pious man and Defender
of the Faith." "His soul." "His soul. You ask
me, Vampirella, why I declined to become like Dracula? Because,"
confesses Amfortas, "I don't want to be anything
like that monster Vlad Dracul, I want to be brave,
caring, heroic and even
melancholy. I want to be just like you..."
- And with that, Amfortas expires. Tenderly
brushing her cheek, his bloody hand falls limp
and still. "Farewell, Amfortas. I understand now
that you would have happily shared everything
with me, but there is nothing you could ever
have that I would ever need."
Little does Vampirella
suspect, hanging upside-down and torpid like
bats, still and patient like gargoyles, the
mysterious figures move and become alert for
action, as if sensing the passing of Amfortas.
- Preconscious, in the back of her mind,
setting her teeth on edge, is an
intimation of the Brides of Dracula
milling about the catacombs, scaling the
very walls in agitation, scuttering
across the vaulted ceilings. Then
everything becomes a jumbled blur until
Vampirella becomes aware of the naked
and blood splattered housemaids fleeing up the stone
staircase. And it is only then that Vampirella notices that beneath the
tatters of his clothing, Amfortas' sports a deep
red leather jock with suspenders, featuring
Vampirella's own bat emblem!
"I thought nothing
was worse than to be bereaved of my home, a
refugee, a monster." muses Vampirella. "But now
I'm his role model! That is by far a greater
mischief, when others will look to me for their
salvation that I can never bring them." Vampirella
lays the broken body of Amfortas to rest, and
begins working out the hiding place of the Grail.
The dungeon chamber is indeed
tomblike, and the walls are carved with all
manner of drawings including Leonardo da Vinci's
Vitruvian Man, famously encompassing the entire arc of
movement of the human body, into a circle and an
offset square. -Along with other illustrations
and formulae that had so clearly inspired Amfortas to invent the MimicMan
Indeed an assemblage
Vitruvian men and women adorn the walls, many
engaged in some impressively supple Vitruvian
At long last,
Vampirella can turn her attention to the brass
examination, Vampirella discovers how they
reverberate, one to the other, with every sound
or utterance. Vampirella sings a scale. "Echeia"
Homing in by her bat
sonar, on the one jar that
is off tone, hiding its sacred treasure within. "Not Vitruvian
Vitruvian acoustics, harmonics for the
forgotten incantations to bind captive the horrid denizen
of the crypt!"
- But this urn is different, transcribed with a
deadly rune, the sign of Pandora. And every time
Vampirella opens it so much as a crack, foul
fumes billow forth, forming into ever deadlier
smoke monsters for Vampirella to do battle.
- Pressing forward into a final assault, Vampirella screws up all of her courage to
finally pry the resistant lid all the way off
from the top of the urn, to defeat the most
powerful and dangerous of smoke monsters. And
then, what does Vampirella find at the bottom of
the urn, but a tin of cookies with a dildo
inside! Bereft of hope, Vampirella cackles in
madness! But as she shakes with laughter, the
darkm fluid inside clears, refracting
and focusing light.
Then Vampirella beholds nurse Spiderella,
lingering still. Spiderella
moves over to a full length stainless steel
mirror reflective panel, and strips bare. She
then hides behind the mirror, peeping out half
of herself and extending one shapely leg,
creating an illusion of spread eagled
levitation. With some annoyance, Vampirella
beholds Spiderella's seemingly pointless
clowning with the steel mirror. Spiderella is
then gone, withdrawn behind the mirror, slipping
away into the night.
inspired, Vampirella beholds again the moonbeam,
glittering from a narrow fissure in
the ruined dungeon walls. Quickly working out
the ruined architecture, Vampirella rearranges
the urns to reflect the moonbeams into their
intended path, until the moonbeam passes through
a shard of stain glass, a relic hidden in plain
view, mounted in a test tube clamp amid the clutter of Amfortas'
- A second glance into the cookie
tins, reveals them to be, in actuality,
communion wafers. Vampirella then retrieves the discarded dildo, and finds within the white
wine filled clear acrylic, a set of prisms. Vampirella then aligns the lingam to split and
re-converge the moonbeams through the stain
glass, which then projects a wondrous hologram
of the Holy Grail!
Pensively, Vampirella in her mind's eye, imagines a powerful laser on a space probe landed on the
moon, powered by an unfurled solar collector,
and trained right down on the ruins of the
Whispering Castle! In the dim and lovely light, Vampirella beholds her own reflection in the
smooth concave laboratory floor. Vamprella then
realizes the purpose of its design. First
clearing as much of the debris as possible, Vampirella takes her place at the focal point of the
huge concave parabolic mirror beneath the
matching parabolic mirrored ceiling, producing an upside-down
three dimensional refection of herself, hovering
over her own head!
Vampirella then reaches out for the holographic
Holly Grail with the hand of her reflection,
finding then the tangible manifestation, solid
and palpable right there in her own hand!
"Talk about: fake it till you make it! Crafty Amfortas. The Grail was at your beck and call
all the while! My faith is vindicated. Praise
God! Can this be His plan? Lord of miracles, show me the
no sooner has Vampirella attained the Grail, then the castle
finally tumbles in on itself! Amid the
rubble, Dracula and
his retinue appear! They have already rounded up
and captured the
ravished of the Dweller, in dungeon shackles
and chains, breast already round and full.
Declares Dracula: "Heeding the lyric call of
Ioan Budai-Deleanu, I am come to sort the
the mad from the wicked, then to set fire to
the prison and to the madhouse alike."
- All but catatonic from her ordeal, one even
swelling with the spawn of their horrid
sire, right before Vampirella's eyes, is mesmerizes and
scrutinized by Dracula. He throws
her to the infernal brides of Dracula, who, brushing
aside Renfield's feeble attempts to bar their
way, claw open the woman's belly even as it
expands with horrid life, and gorge themselves
greedily upon the gory writhing
spawn. The other housemaids can only scream in
horror, reverberation cascading from the urns!
feasting with the brides of Dracula, reassures
- "It's for the best."
- Conciliatorily, she offers some to Vampirella who
as the other housemaids, naked
and slimy, huddle together an cower before the
gore splattered naked and slimy feasting
brides of Dracula, undressing and
playfully tossing their clothing and
undergarments at prudish and servile
Renfield to fold and tend, in order
to spare their finery as they
The maid who
can't stop screaming is summarily gagged, but
her eyes, so huge with fright, still speak
volumes. Appalled, Vampirella strives to pay no
notice to the vampiress who offered to share,
regarding Vampirella with unfathomably mixed
emotion. She is coifed and made up much in
homage to Vampirella herself. But on her belly
there is a spider tatoo. "Spiderella!" curses
Vampirella, in recognition, finally, under hear
Spiderella pulls out
the hypodermic needle, smiles and winks! Shapeshifting: She was nurse succubus! realizes
Vampirella. But Spiderella seems frustrated
trying to get some point across.
explains to Vampirella: "With Amfortas dead, it is no longer
his home, and therefore no invitation is
required in order to cross the threshold." "That
never stopped me" retorts Vampirella. "On the
contrary, Miss Vamiprella," rebuts Rebfield,
obsequiously, "what have you followed here but a
most venerable and ancient invitation to who so
with the wit understands it?"
- "I am confused" replies Vampirella in annoyance, "In the movies you
where the realtor sent by Harker to close the
deal with Count Dracula in Transylvania. But in
the book, you where just an in patient at the
asylum conveniently vulnerable to Dracula's influence and
exploitation. So which is it? Exactly who are
- "Oh Miss Vampirella, moans and wheedles
Renfield, "Stop it please do, Miss Vampirella.
You are making me dizzy!" Dracula silences
the sniveling toady Renfield. "I fear this lively
debate has nevertheless lost any of its charm
for your clever new friend."
The ironic emphasis on the word 'new' spoke
volumes to silence Renfield.
- "Well done, Vampirella, applauds Dracula. Now turn over the
Holy Grail to me, and take your rightful place
amongst the brides of Dracula."
The brides of
Dracula are all submissive, but glower with burning
jealousy, even as they dress and groom Vampirella in a fine crimson gown. But Vampirella
casts the dress aside: "It was you I
felt in Morocco. You wanted me to lash out and
become reviled as a monster. Then you would so
graciously take me under your wing to join your
coterie of predators. And that is why you
humored poor desperately deluded Amfortas. But I
trust you no more than he did, old Vlad Tepid!
And I still have no use for any of you." So
saying, Vampirella shucks off her new
finery and shakes out her hair.
"Blaming me is to easy, Vampirella, but
you are always more honest with yourself than
that. You cannot deny that darkness is bound up
in your destiny, and in truth, not without its
allure for you." "I'm not bad" sighs Vampirella,
adding derisively: "I'm just drawn that way...
"Pw-w-w-wease!" retorts Renfield, sheepishly.
Meanwhile, in idle
curiosity, Spiderella finds a utility for
hacking the moon laser on one of Anfortas'
laptops, and watches the feed as it broadcasts
an alert of the collapse of the Whispering
Castle. "A range finder. But who's watching?"
she ponders, zooming the video feed in and out
from the Earth in the lunar sky, all the way
down to the fresh smoking ruins of the
Whispering Castle from above. Then she pivots
the laser, taking in a panorama of the
landscape. Next she trains the laser on a
nearby bolder, and melts the facing surface
smooth with a powerful burst, until it becomes
reflective. And the refection is revealed on the
side of the laser mount, a swastika! "Uncle Vlad!"
calls out Spiderella. "Can it wait?" replies
Dracula. "Okay." Agrees Spiderella, like a good
girl. Well, she did try to tell him, she smirks!
For even as Spiderella
hacks the Moon Nazi laser, Vampirella almost fights her way free; well and
bravely, inflicting heavy casualties, until,
Dracula once again makes use of his mesmerism,
this time to compel Vampirella to sprout huge
bat wings, awkward and constraining in the
narrow collapsed space.
influence dredges up a repressed memory, of Vampirella as an an anachronistic schoolmarm at
a modern day public school. The blackboard is
covered with equations similar to the ones on
the scientists blackboard in the earlier
As the bell rights
for the end of the last class of the day, much
to the oohs ahs and laughter of the children,
her boy friend arrives to pick her up, bearing
gifts. Dressed more casually, nevertheless, he
is none other than Dracula! No, you shouldn't
have! -she protests... Just a little something
for our summer vacation, darling! He protests.
Cut to: Vampirella
trying on the gifts at home: First the signature
earrings, sitting before her vanity. Not her
usual style, but who knows what pleases men!
Next the armband and the bracelet, solid brass.
She flashes back: Taylor made just for you. I
memorized your measurements. I'm sure! she
replies, huskily. Vamprella exits the school arm
in arm with Dracula. Utterly beguiled,
Vampirella completely fails to notice the dark
cloud that follows them, tracking their every
move, shielding the Prince of the Undead from
the warming brightness of the afternoon sun!
Home again, from one package she tries on a pair of
ankle breaking stiletto high heeled boots, and from a little
shoe box, she discovers a length of red satin leatherette, a
daring one piece swim suit. She imagines
actually swimming in it! To her chagrin, another
box contains a package of surgical gauze
microwavable epilating wax strip and a pink
plastic disposable razor in a blister pack!
quick cuts: The microwave dings! Close up of her face, grimacing, with the
sound of the wax strips zipping off! Cut to: Vampirella,
in stinging pain and sensitized pleasure, running her hand over the
new smoothness of her skin. The tiny outfit
covers, but just! Remarkably, it fits like a
Combing out her
layered raven tresses standing before the full length
mirror, at last garbed as herself, Vampirella
-reflects. For an instant,
gazing into the mirror, her hazel eyes dilate like the
wolf's! Shocked, Vampirella runs her tongue across
the points of her own fangs! And knows
again the taste of blood.
Back in the present, outnumbered, Vampirella
is overcome just short of escape. "Gooble
Gobble, One of Us, We Accept Her One of Us!"
gloats Renfield, obsequiously. Count Dracula is
holding court: "Honestly, Vampirella,
how did we ever endure those snot nosed brats
and those PTA cretins!"
Dracula" replies Vampirella. "Soccer moms, patronizing school
teachers, snot nosed brats: Lets round them all
up for a permanent summer camp!" "Never compare
me to Hitler!" roars Dracula. "I am proud of my
wartime service!" "Don't I know it."
agrees Vampirella, all demure. "Those treacherous
Lycanthrope, the Children of the Night, our
creatures in long and hallowed tradition,
nourished by the hope of rising again glorious
as vampires themselves, by dying in our service,
and should it please me. And what did they do?
They turned on us! The very gall of those hairy
beasts. They even unfurled the banner of their
own dog pack aristocracy! But this was not
enough, they infected the Hun, the Nazi
invaders of my beloved homeland, lending their
strength to that monsterous cause. So, at the
Battle of the Bulge, as the Nazi werewolves
infiltrating the Allied ranks, came out from
cover and ran in rampant carnage, I lead a small
squad of my best, and hunted down the
treacherous dogs, with most fierce dispatch. Oh Vampirella, you should have seen it! If only you
had been there."
"Truly, we all do God's
work." ponders Vampirella, dryly. "Shut up,
wench." breaths Dracula, quiet and
dangerous. The other vampires know to take their
cue and stand back from them. Renfield
averts his gaze. The pleasantries are over.
Dracula will raise his hand and assert his
brides of Dracula giggle and titter in
anticipation. The surviving housemaids
huddled together, with no other recourse, are
lead in fervent prayer by one of the nuns.
back to a classroom:
- Vampirella has her
students all clearly hot for teacher, anemic
with little bite marks, and all completely
mesmerized save for Tiffany, unaccountably
The mathematics is
advanced beyond anything known on Earth, dealing
with advanced theoretical physics of gravitational
topology. But the unusual teaching methods are
apple for teacher?"
Vampirella demands of Al,
saucily. "Naughty boy!"
INSERT EDIT: A
drivers license in the name of Alvin
Indeed, Dracula is there in the
classroom too, in the role of her
friend and Teaching Assistant, reviewing the
lesson, but actually debriefing the students for
his own edification.
Tiffany understands but never lets on.
"A bribe for a passing grade? Or for more personal
- blindness is an
hysterical defense against Vampirella's powerful
- One day, Vampirella
grows impatient with Tiffany, and summarily
commands her to see: And her shrunken pupils
- Tiffany is
disciplined in order better to apply herself!
But she gates being made such a spectacle. And
so, much to Tiffany's consternation,
Victoria resolves to sign her up for the
cheerleading squad in order to bolster her
Vampirella is subjects to stifling episodes
of suffocation, opening ever more buttons
and shedding more layers of clothing. But
she soldiers on teaching.
One day, a
doesn't quite go
legs ever more
relief, but no
less intent upon
problem at hand.
- Back in the
present, thinking quickly, Vampirella, still hobbled by her giant bat wings
in the enclosed space of the once so vast but
now collapsed chamber,
scrawls formulae in the blood and muck
glistening on the stone floor of the dungeon.
Dracula, his hand only just raised to discipline
willful Vampirella, finds himself transfixed. "I've learned
so much more since the days when you where
privileged to serve as my Teaching
Assistant." explains Vampirella,
- "All of it, I
must have all of it!" demands Dracula, falling
to his knees on the ichor splattered stones,
throwing himself into work at solving the
equations, loosing all dignity before his
followers. "Finish what's on your plate like a
good boy. Then we'll see." condescends Vampirella,
just like a patronizing schoolmarm,
meanwhile keeping Dracula's vampiric
minions childlike enthralled by an
exhibition of impeccable impromptu
- Much to
Dracula's irritation and distraction,
his brides, becoming increasingly
mischievous at Vampirella's sly
provocation, have already gotten into the
hydro-genecology works at the nursing
station. But even as the
shadows come to life and Dracula's
minions become increasingly raucous, Vampirella
finds herself plunged into a vision.
Dracula struggles to resist, because in
his consternation, Dracula's
psychic probe into Vampirella's mind,
has just kicked into reverse! Vampirella
experience Dracula's memories:
sits bound with garlic ropes before a
PC. "I see dead people voting." "What's
wrong with that?" Shrugs Count
Dracula. "You are compelled to help me solve
this problem." declares Tiffany.
"Nothing will stop me from that, or from
repaying you once we are done, girl.
Unless you are ready to end me first.
And think how many have tried." replies
Dracula. "I regret that I have but one
life to give for my country." answers
the Tiffany. "Indeed, if nothing else, we are both
patriots." muses Dracula. "You risk your
life, your very soul, to expose your
stolen election. But speaking as a
tyrant myself, tyrants do not
readily stand corrected, and people are
sheep!" "Yes, I must admit, you ought to know." "I cannot
work like this. Let me go on my word to
return. You know that I am compelled to
puzzle out your challenge."
you need is here." "No. I have an expert
of my own to consult. -In person." "A
hot date?" "And how!" Dracula has piqued
the Tiffany's interest. "Hacking is just a
bag of tricks. Your talent as
mathematician should be honed. I shall
arrange for you tutelage unlike anything
of this world! I do not lie." "Tempting,
I admit." "You fear the blood of
innocents on your own hands, by setting
me loose to feed." "Yes." "I will not
forswear forever what I am.
Nevertheless, I am guest in your fair
city, and do nothing to offend my
hosts." "It's true then, the Masquerade,
vampires among us, infiltrating public
life and forsworn from killing
humans, in order not to draw undue attention
to themselves." "That is your guarantee,
until our work is done and accounts
between us will be settled." "I only ask
that I will not be turned against my
loved ones, or allowed to return to them
and do them any harm." "Come what may,
your loved ones are safe, off limits.
Damn you! I swear it upon the Styx!"
flash forward: "You have come to love
Vampirella dearly. And so, in the spirit
of our compact, I have set her loose
from my thrall allowed her to depart
unharmed until or path inevitably cross
once again. We have completed your
brilliant mathematical demonstration of
election fraud, and at the press of a
button, you have disseminated our
widely as you know how. -for all the
good that any of this will do." Dracula
then picks up a plastic bin full of
booby traps, stakes and crossbows, and
scatters them over the floor. "Competent
workmanship, but nothing I haven't seen
before, countless times. And now your
comeuppance, girl:" To Tiffany's
astonishment, looming over her, Dracula pulls out a check
book! "Dracula is many things." explains
Dracula "I am a naturalized American."
Dracula displays the passport of Alvin Ucard, Dracula's
alias as Vampirella's Teaching Assistant
and adoring fiancé.
- Voice over,
Tiffany: "As you might
expect of a check bearing the signature
of Count Dracula, it was returned by the
bank, unpaid. But then, on a lark, I put
the check up for auction, and it fetched
me almost to the penny, the dollar
amount of its face value. The word of
Dracula, his debts included, are never
true nor false, but chimerical and
- Voice over,
Vampirella: "Enough reminiscence, I
would know my future!"
forward, in a dank dark sewer,
Vampirella is finally ready to get the
drop on Dracula! One of the brides of
Dracula cowers, shaking and begging,
clinging to Dracula's ankles, as Dracula
loads silver bullets into a pair of
six-guns, then holstering them into a
gun belt he wears. She is drenched in blood,
cradling a dead baby. "Help me, help me!
You are the lord and master of all
vampires, lend me succor!
and disgusted, Dracula kicks her aside.
But no sooner does Dracula relent,
bidding her to follow, then he smacks
his shins, right onto a box of what
could be cough medicine bottles.
Grumbles Dracula, in heaviest sarcasm:
"No one wants to take their medicine. No
one likes dietary substitutes. Today's
advertisers could learn a thing or two
from apologetics and propaganda: Why no,
what is on offer is no mere imitation of
nature, oh no! The warm blood pulsing
through human veins is illusion, the
devils bait. By the miracle of
transubstantiation, what we have here in
our little bottles, nothing less than
God's blessing, that is the true blood
of our Savior! -In a soft drink, yes?" "My
blood substitute serum
mass marketed to all vampire-kind! As a
muses Vampirella in amazement. Dracula spreads his hands an
gazes Heavenward in supplication, before
opening a bottle for himself and another
to his wretched bride. "To the future!"
toasts Dracula, taking a swig and
- "No, you
cannot deny me my vengeance. You cannot
repent! You cannot reform! I have no right to kill
- And with
that, Vampirella snaps back to the
- Taking advantage of the
entire diversion, Renfield, to Vampirella signing
finger to lips for silence, begins
stealthily freeing the naked, violated
and terrified captives to flee for their very lives,
up to the surface and out into the night!
- Suddenly, at long last,
the Paladin Commander, none other than Adam Van Helsing, leading the Order of the
Leather Nuns Sisters of No Mercy, his controversial
schismatic sect of vampire hunters, breaches the
dungeon catacombs and attacks!
chaotic three way melee
ensues as Dracula
finally loses all concentration, and
Vampirella's phantom batwings
retract back into her body, freeing her to move
about once again.
formulae on the blood
splattered dudgeon floor stones, are all smeared
away in the confusion, but their puzzle still
consume the powerful mind of Dracula.
- The petite Abrial, Adam's
squire, set upon by Dracula in wrath and
blindness of obsession and vexation, misfires her
crossbow, nearly killing Adam. But as Vampirella
escapes with the Grail, she tackles Adam,
saving him, barely, from Abrial's errant
crossbow bolt. Poor Abrial is sent sprawling,
right into a fisure in the ruined
dungion walls. while Adam and Vampirella lock gaze,
momentarily, and Adam hesitates to kill
Adam flashes back: For
Adam Van Helsing is one other than the intended
victim of the vampire that Vampirella tore apart
with her bare hands! Meanwhile, hapless Abrial, flailing
about, clutches the Grail from Vampirella's
hand, and tumbles into to a fissure in the dungeon
walls opened by the horrific death throes of the
Suddenly, the slime
maid flowing out from the ventiation shaft and across the ceiling, drops down to
the floor, advancing into the mêlée...
...ravishing, devours and satiates...
expecting ultimately only to find
herself alone once again, comforted by the
feeling of being a veritebrate, at least
until the skeleton too is digested.
- Slime mold,
loneliest of monsters!
The Slime mold divides
to envelope first Adam
and then Vampirella!
Unnoticed sprawled out upon the floor, Amfotras
gasps and stirs, barely alive! Pain wracked, yet
as a man possessed, the Fischer King scrawls
arcane symbols in the muck and gore, muttering
incantations before passing out again. Adam and
Vampirella drowning in searing acidic slime,
each begin accumulating a glowing and crackling
charged halo! The Slime mold then re-converges,
bringing back together again Adam and Vampirella.
The resulting blast splatters slime mold all
about the dungeon! The droplets of goo seep into the
walls and escape.
Abrial notices a draft in
the fissure where she finds herself wedged in
and trapped, wafting down the scent of the night air
- Vampirella, all slimy, readily squeezes in right
after Abrial trapped in the fissure and snatches
back the Grail, even as the melee continues.
"You're smothering me with your absurdly
enormous breast!" breathlessly gasps petite Abrial,
huskily in perfectly adorable
protest. Vampirella, apologizing, blushes
Then, right there before poor startled
and shrieking Abrial, Vampirella transforms into
- Suddenly, slithering Leong Naja
wounded and in a state of panic, erupts from the
crumbling stonework to attack and devour Vampirella in
her bat form.
Pinned and helpless, Abrial can
only watch as Vampirella escapes Leong Naja,
clutching the Grail in her talons, bearing
aloft the weight of the Holy Grail with some
apparent difficulty. Then Vampirella is gone, up
and away into the darknss of the fissure.
- Abriel is
surprised to hear the serpent speak:
"Hide me, it's the wife!" exclaims Lion
Naja, as just outside the fissure, a
pretty blond no sooner tastes the air
with a flickering forked tongue, then
swallows another woman whole! The
Leather Nuns savagely attack the blond,
struggling to extricate her prey. Then,
much to Abreal's even
further astonishment, bleeding and exhausted
Leong Naja again begs her for mercy.
naked, gore splattered and slimy, the
housemaids huddle together in terror. "Wait
a minute!" blurts out one of them in a
moment of realization. "Who are you?" Four
among them are unfamiliar. Taking advantage
of the chaos and distraction, the weresnakes
move to swallow the gapless maids whole, and
recede into the gloom!
It begins to
seems like feeding and fucking, eating and being
eaten, are all one and the same. And resistance
give way to docile acquiescence.
Meanwhile, Adam comes
upon the broken skeletons of a vampire and a
Leather Nun still locked in combat, sizzling
with acid, covered in gooey slime mold. Adam
takes a drop on the finger tip of his leather
glove, putting the sweetness into his mouth yet
remaining bitter with remorse: "Damn! Why did
you have to..?"
Meanwhile, with the
Holy Grail now lost to them thanks to Vampirella,
Dracula and his forces beat a hasty retreat,
leaving the Leather Nuns to lick their
wounds. Adam bolts for the
exit, bounding up the stairway, only to find
his way barred by Tiffany, naked and draping herself
languorously over the stairs. Clutching Adams
legs as he tries to pass, she pleads" "I'm
grateful, she saved us. But now I understand,
blood will tell: She is brave, she is noble
and breathtaking, but above all, she is
dangerous. So let her be. I can give you everything
you want." "Some other time" gasps Adam,
vaulting over her, onward up the stairs,
adding over his shoulder, in a note of honest
fear and gratitude: "Bless you
for the thought though, my child."
Meanwhile Vampirella, on her flight up the
fissure, encumbered by the weight of the Grail,
arriving in another crumbling dungeon
chamber, alights to pause and take human
form once again. Though Vampirella sees
perfectly in the dark, she finds a sparker to
light the braziers, only to find Adam Vanhelsing
awaiting her, winded from racing up the stairs.
"Well" remarks Vampirella, languidly
drapingjerself over the stairs, "I still can't tell if you want to
kiss me or kill me!" "Is the enemy of my enemy
my friend?" demands Adam.
Because of the phenomenal
acoustics, Abrial still frustratingly wedged into
the fissure, overhears everything. Vampirella's
dulcet voice caries
softly and clear as a bell:
- "I know what Dracula
fears: The obsessive compulsive intellect of the
undead is as unrestrained as their malevolent
passions. To what purpose, Dracula wonders. His
answer: To break the ceils of Revelation. To herald the End of Days."
- Taking a
firebrand from the brazier, Adam lights
a fireplace. "A homey feature for a
dungeon chamber," Adam remarks.
- Turning he
finds Vampirella sitting on an ornate
wooden chair, carved with her own bat
emblem. "I see that Amfortas had
accommodations specially prepared for
made do with
worse." replies Vampirella, lounging on
a comfy sofa. Adam
changes the subject back again: "Is that
what Dracula wants wants, the End of Days?"
- "No, quite the contrary: Count Dracula likes
things as they are, and typically in no false
modesty, fears that he himself is on the path of
destiny to break the ceils of Revelation, simply
because of the consuming obsession of the undead
with puzzles. He...
- Wait! Can't you hear?"
- Adam then
straining and catching a muffled groan
of distress, and probes the wall for the
sliding stone to move the massive sliding
wall into the hidden chamber concealed
behind it, for a contingent
of Leather Nuns to rushes in to the rescue
of one of their own, most
mysterious amongst the vampire hunting Leather
Nuns, known as the Rubber Dolls, quick, graceful,
demure, masked and mute, concealing all trace of
- For Adam discovers one of
them hands shackled behind her back, sustained
by the Grail, calling to her from the
corner where Vampirella has hidden it, fumbling
with the text to speech function of her smart
phone, in order to cry out, the other barely
from the dungeon chamber ceiling. She breaks
whatever vow of silence, in urgent rasping
whispers to her rescuers. Adam steals a
quick glance over his shoulder, but Vampirella is
vanished, quickly ascending the fissure once again in the form of a
bat, the Grail clutched in her talons.
from the ruins of the dungeon, Abrial
finds no sugn of Vampirella, meanwhile
working her way up into the collapsed ruins of the
great tower, resuming human form, only
to find the place scurrying with
rodents, mice, rats and bats. And Vampirella well knows what they so
fearfully flee. The hunting owls are
there feasting, right before her eyes,
as the rodent nests, disrupted, disgorge
their tenants. But the space is
confining and beams and stones are
unstable, liable to tumble down like an
avalanche at the slightest vibration.
Therefore Vampirella dares not remain in
- "Well, did
I not tempt fate bragging that I could
take 'em, those sleek over fed owls; and
just as surely, was not God as ever,
listening?" muses Vampirella to herself,
rhetorically, contemplating a grizzly
end as owl food, and shapeshifting once
again into a bat, a tempting morsel eyed
by the great owls perching on the tree
branches overlooking the ruins!
It is at this inopportune moment that
Vampirella fatigues and enters a vision!
Vampirella beholds her mother Lilith,
well endowed with engorged masculine
genitalia! Lilith stroke and painfully
bends her own penis into her own vagina.
Breaking and cracking noises are heard.
Lilith ejaculates black bile into
herself, and swells with pregnancy.
smaller blulges erupt, with impact
noises. Grimacing, jubilantly, Lilith
gasps: "She's kicking!" as eyes open on
- The eyes
dissolve into the eyes of the bat, as Vampirella targets the biggest and
fattest of the owls, gouging out its
baleful eyes! The other owls well
consider stalking easier prey, as
Vampirella takes the Biker Bitch's good
advice, wheeling about, retrieving the
Grail, and belatedly following the other
vermin back into the woodwork and out
from the ruins of the Whispering Castle!
- At the same
time, Vampirella catches sight of
Matilda, climbing the tree and
dispersing the owls!
returning to human form and clawing out
of the soil with one bare hand and the Holy Grail
in the other, at last Vampirella emerges
once again into the night air.
for next chapter
Through the Dark