" A real hot number" for The Seven Days of Halloween Challenge -Day 5

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The prompt:

Napoleon was nowhere to be found and that was making the usually cool and calm Russian a bit nervous.

The last he’s seen his partner was in the lobby of their hotel where the American was cuddling up to a dark haired exotic looking seductress. Solo wasn't in their hotel room, he wasn't in the bar or the restaurant. He wouldn't have left the hotel without saying a word.

Illya snapped his fingers, finally realizing where his partner; he had to be with her.

He approached the desk clerk who was dressed in a grey and red uniform with double rows of brass buttons on the jacket. He was standing there pretending to look busy. He wore a little pillbox hat on his head and his bushy muttonchop sideburns made Kuryakin chuckle to himself and the thought the man resembled a capuchin monkey.

“Excuse me sir. There was a woman here earlier, long dark hair, ruby red lips, her eyes were violet. She was dressed in a voluminous black gown and looked like she was at some sort of costume ball."

“Oh yeah who could forget her? She’s a real hot number. She was probably in town for the big Halloween costume bash in city hall."

“Is she staying here in the hotel?”

“Yep, she came in last night. She’s got a regular revolving door when it comes to men...lots of visitors. I have my suspicions she’s a hooker. She'd make a lot of money at the ball that's for sure. Hmmm, maybe I should get a piece of her action for not reporting her to the police."

“What room is she in, if I may ask?”

“You got the hots for her, huh?”

“You might call it that.” Illya acted a bit shy.

“Five bucks,” the clerk held out his hand.

“For what?”

“The room number of course.”

Illya resigned himself to it and drew the money from his wallet, dangling the bill in front of the clerk.

He went to snatch it, but the Russian was too fast.

“First the room number my friend.”

“She’s in room 212A, it’s at the end of the hall, second floor."

“212A? Is that not a bit odd?” Illya asked as he hadn’t seen any other rooms with letters.

“They management didn’t want to have a room 213; people are too superstitious.”

“So it’s actually a thirteenth room?”

“You’re a sharp one Mister,” this time the clerk snatched the bill and tucked it into his pocket.

Illya took the elevator and quickly made his way to the end of the hall; pausing outside the door, he heard a snarling sound.

Not hesitating, he kicked in the door and there he saw Solo lying prone on the floor, completely naked. He was pale, most likely because his neck and chest were covered with blood.

The dark haired woman was nude as well, and was straddling him. She looked up with a hiss, baring her fangs as she looked at Illya.

“Wait your turn!” She laughed, licking the blood from her voluptuous lips.

Kuryakin recognized her for what she was, Nosferatu...vampyre.

He grabbed a nearby wooden chair and smashing it on the floor, he picked up a splintered leg. There was only one way to get rid of such a creature, and that was a stake through the heart...after which it should be decapitated, or so he’d read. Information from the novel by Bram Stoker was coming in handy.

She snarled, howling like a cat, and moved like a spider crawling backwards up the wall and to the ceiling.

Illya prepared himself for her assault; she dove at him, her fanged mouth opened wide and her clawed hands reaching for him.  He drove the stake into her as she landed on him, and she let out a shriek that nearly pierced his ears.

The creature's skin glowed red and poof, she was gone, leaving no sign she'd ever been there...so much for the need for decapitation.

Illya immediately knelt beside his partner and feeling for a pulse, he slapped Napoleon on the cheeks to bring him round.

“Wake up! You will not die!” Kuryakin shouted in desperation.

Solo’s eyes fluttered open. “Illya? What happened to the woman? We were just making love.”

“She was making love to your blood my friend.”

He helped Napoleon sit up, and moved him to the bed, that was when Solo saw the blood on himself. His hand went instantly to the pain on the side of his throat and it came away bloodied.

Illya grabbed a pillowcase and had his partner hold it, putting pressure on the wound.

“What happened to me?”

“You were seduced by a vampyre my friend.”

“And here I thought I was the one doing the seducing. My God Illya the sex was incredible! I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”

“Napoleon, I swear a woman...in one shape or form will someday be the death of you!”

He chuckled, yeah tovarisch, but what a way to go!”

"You are going to say that one too many times before it happens."Illya picked up his partner’s clothes and threw them at him.

“Get dressed! I must say again  you are incorrigible. You make a joke when you are nearly killed by a creature of the night..”

"Gee, where have I heard that word incorrigible before," Napoleon laughed. "Illya you can be a broken record sometimes. Hmmm, killed, which obviously I wasn't. Maybe she was going to make me her vampire lover?” Solo mused.

“Please tell me you did not taste of her blood?”

“Nooooo I did not taste of her blood,” Napoleon did a fair imitation of the Russian. “And since when are you, a naysayer when it comes to all things supernatural, an expert on vampires?”

“I read…”

“Oh, how could I have forgotten that,” Napoleon slipped into his boxers followed by his trousers. He went into the bathroom to wash his neck and chest before putting on his shirt, tie and suit jacket.

Illya went to the closet, intending to deposit the pieces of the chair there, but when he opened the door three bodies toppled forward one by one, each landing with a thud. They had all been exsanguinated and there was no knowing if they had tasted her blood, and were vampyres ready to rise from the dead.

“Napoleon, I am going to need your help...” he gathered more stakes from the remainder of the chair.

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Ahh, Vampyres! My people :-D
Excellent story, Cuz. The lady may come back for Napoleon one day, as nothing can truly destroy a vampire forever *wraps cloak around self and laughs maniacally :-D*


(ps. I will be writing for this challenge, I promise.)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Glad this was near and dear to your heart (no pun intended) Notice the spelling I chose for vampyre? Mwa haa haaaaa. Thanks cuz! PS love your icon!