Vampire Kings of Mongolia one

Siberia was living up to it's reputation. The snow was driving hard. It had to be something big to bring us all the way out here. I held my man tight to protect him form the cold even though it was making it harder and harder for me to move.

A pale person in white furs seemed to grow right out of the the snow. they removed their goggles and looked us up and down with deep blue eyes. “Didn't know you brought a date, Max.” her female voice said patronizingly in a heavy Russian accent. 

How could she See Me?!

Even though I could barely move I pulled my white face out of my body that I had turned into a big black fur coat to protect my master from the cold. I flashed my red eyes and hissed at her so she would know I was well fed , and had teeth.

That bitch was trouble, and what was worse is that I could sense he wanted her.

The woman lifted her arms slightly and and with a twist of her wrists the winds began to blow in a cyclonic circular pattern around us rapidly building up a wall of snow around us. The a corridor in the snow opened leading down at a steep angle. 

As things grew warmer I was able to move again. I began to take shape at my lord's side, locked in his arm and moving beside him. I made myself very shapely, with long flowing red hair to my lower back, gem encrusted jewelry, elegant black lace gloves, bone white skin, and a pure black shadow dress with a long train. This slut was going to know she was not the only girl in the room who could put on a show.

Twist was silently following us is a heavy green army surplus coat as we emerged into some sort of control room lined with monitors, maps, and computers. Servants came out and removed the woman's coat. She was in some sort of dark green form fitting paramilitary body suit. She screamed weapons and sex, with pockets, holster, knives, guns and ammo. 

 “ I need to talk to you alone, Max.” she said.

He turned , and gently kissed me on the cheek. “Please go to our room, unpack, and get Mr. Twist something to eat. It was a long flight for him.” I held his hand and nodded. 

She looked at Max for too long as she removed her hat, and flipped her hair seductively like an exile form a shampoo commercial. “ ...umm, yes take the help to his room please.”

I followed the scarred man in the paramilitary uniform because he asked. In the room and quickly stretched out and expelled three large steamer trunks I had stored in shadow. While always casual Twist sat down and lit up a cigarette smiling at my vexation.

“the HELP!! ...THE HELP!! I have a very special relationship with my master, I am no crazy old lady!” I fumed

Twist nodded, but continued smiling “ That is Zelda's daughter.”

...Oh sorry , I got angry just thinking about it, I should tell you what I mean by crazy old lady. 

It all starts with the tooth....
Way back in the ancient days, when people got both smart and stupid enough to summon demons, then try and work out arrangements, it wasn't working well. There were a lot of happy well fed demons, a lot of people who became food, and a lot of bosses didn't get what they wanted because the people became food too fast. So they came up with the tooth.
 
The tooth, it is somewhat like a sweet tooth, but calling it that would be gross understatement. It is a taste for the person you are bonded to. It solved combined with extended service contracts meant that you couldn't eat the person you were bonded to until close to the end of your term other wise you would start. Even if you cut them up and rationed yourself it wouldn't be good for more then a year at max, and with at least ten years left on your contract that could be a long time.

It may sound unpleasant to you, but it really isn't provided your master isn't trying to break you. Your master blood flesh, and secretions are sweet, intoxicating, enhance your senses, calorie free, and a little can go a long way. Their blood is like a well aged wine, their sweat is like a river of your favorite apple juices form your favorite apples on your favorite tree. Even rancid toe-nail clippings can taste like Turkish delight. It can bring back warm memories of when you were human, and with out it you grow stiff and tired. The fresher the better.

Now, I am part of a hugely under-rated class of demon's called shade demons. We shape-shift, we merge with shadows, and are a true pain to track down if we go awol on assignment. So The powers that be decided to give us a very very powerful tooth. Our masters can be highly addicting, then sensations we get off them are so potent, but the worst of it is when even the demon lords started using the tooth on us themselves, turning us into what I call “crazy old ladies”. 

It goes like this, a demon buys you, typically your memory is wiped so you don't know if you are two or ten thousand. Next your new master treats you well, even spoils you for a few months or years, then gives you an assignment, says you didn't do well, even if you did, and deprives you of the blood you need to move, but gives you enough to keep you conscious, so you can spend years as some aware inanimate object, only getting to move when they are feeling generous. Try staying as as a semi-conscious footstool for a decade, and see how your sanity is preserved. Then they bring you out of it, and pamper you for some time again before they repeat the process until you are finally so glad to have freedom of movement and be free of hunger at all that you willingly bond yourself to them too deeply, largely forgetting your own identity, living in them living some sort of symbiotic organism, grooming them, sharing you powers, and. happy to be drunk on blood, and devouring delicious flakes of skin. Some greater demon-lords have several “ Crazies” bonded to them.

So you can see why I think I have it pretty good with Max. I have my own cottage over looking the pool. I have a car, television, and not so much clothes to wear as fabrics to sample. I am first fed, and well fed. There aren't constant mind games, and displays of power, but this isn't going to excuse him being with her now. 

 He is talking to that bitch in the white silk shirt, I shed for him painfully from a form I had shifted to at the time because he liked it. The demoness tried to get through the door to see her master, but protective runes were carved into the stone around the door that made it impossible for her to leave

Max went to the bar, and poured her her favorite drink. She rested her arm on the desk, and looked at him. 
“So does Mrs. Religious Know you are getting blow-jobs from a shade demon bound to you, and addicted to all your bodily secretions.” The Russian spat out.

Max slowly exhaled, he knew she always got mean when the pressure got to much for her cool headed, self, and that wasn't often. It had to be something significant if she called him out for a meeting after they way they left things a few years back. Instead of going to a long explaining about his present situation, he simply unbuttoned and dropped his oversized white silk shirt to to ground as he kept his back to her revealing the elaborate tattoos of a demon-lord on his back. 

“ My god Max, you didn't !?! ” she said in an alarmed voice.

He turned to her with the drink he had made for her, set it on the desk '” Well Lilith, The good thing about knowing where you will go when you die, is that you have time to decorate the place, and fill up the bar.”

She came around her desk and embraced him. Shocked he put a hand on her shoulder, partly because he had always been strongly attracted to her, and partly because he knew she kept a knife there. 

It came to his mind the time they were in Thailand, and she was mowing down soldiers with automatic weapons in both her hands laughing and barking orders as the blood splattered in her face. It came to mind The time She lit her pipe on a smoke corpse after she had thrown in incendiary grenade into the room. He remembered the time they were lovers on the beaches of Bali on a stack of drug money they had stolen. He remembered they time she left him for dead. Then the impossible happened, a tear from the iron Frau slid from her cheek on to his.

“Max...”she said softly “ I was on a... dig..and ...They have our boy...”

“Umm..We have a boy?” Max got a crooked smile on his face and patted her on the rump with his free hand

Look for our Next exciting Adventure....

Max Patski and his Demons Versus The Vampire Kings Of Mongolia