Siege At Freaktown Ch. 08

The news had spread among the town; the precincts were all but destroyed. Many were killed including Hank while Tek and some others were injured. Time was running fast and not even the outside world cared about the safety of the citizens of Freaktown. There would be no help, no aid, and no negotiating. The town was on its own and powerless to do anything.

By evening, Carlos watched the news on the couch, listening to the citizens being interviewed, deciding whether or not they were giving in to the terrorists' demands. He knew fighting them on his own was a lost cause and didn't have enough firepower to do so. For the first time in his life Carlos felt helpless and it bothered him greatly.

"I ain't going nowhere," said one male vampire. "They don't have the balls to drag us out of our homes."

"What am I supposed to do?" Said a woman with one arm. "I'm not a cop or a soldier."

"I'm a veteran," said one guy, with half his face missing. "If those fucks want me, then they can come find me. I'll defend this town like I defended my country. Let's dance, motherfuckers."

"That's one," said Carlos.

His name was Billy Coates, but in Freaktown he was known as Sergeant No Face. He was permanently disfigured by a rocket propelled grenade on a mission. Covering his disfigurement with a prosthetic face was difficult for him to deal with. Some people felt uncomfortable being around him because of the way he looked. Children were even afraid of him, believing he was some sort of monster. Then he heard about Freaktown, a paradise where you can be who you are no matter how horrific you looked.

Carlos and the sarge were the only two veterans living among the community; not enough to fight off the terrorists. Without warning, Helena quietly appeared on the terrace of his apartment. He opened up the terrace door, giving her permission to come inside. Carlos would always remind himself to do that whenever she dropped by. One time she gave him a view of what would happen if she entered without any permission. It was the one thing that stayed with him for some time.

"You heard?" He asked.

"I did," said Helena. "Why are they doing this?"

"Because they're ignorant bastards. No matter where I go there's always going to be racism and prejudice lurking in the shadows. Hijo de putas!"

"Calm down, Carly. What we need to do is send a message of our own to those bastards."

"Send a message? How exactly do we do that?"

"We fight back that's how, with you leading the way."

"Me leading? No, no way. I'm not a leader. In the Marines I would always follow the leader, never doing the leading. Besides, who's going to fight, Tek, Stax, the twins?"

Carlos was still bothered by the people who mistreated him after the school shooting. It was the one thing he couldn't get off his mind.

"Everybody in this town," he said, "would rather see me drop dead than fight alongside me. I saw that today. I saw the fear in those people's eyes."

"What happened today?" Helena asked, kneeling beside him and placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Carly, please talk to me. What happened?"

"They were afraid of me, Hel. Those at the school, even after I took down those shooters they wanted nothing to do with me. Even the children were hiding from me. To them I was the freak, and that really hit me hard. You think they want someone like that to lead them?"

"I want someone like you and I'll always have your back; you know that."

"I know, Blanquita. You always watch my ass."

"You have a cute ass; I can't help it."

The remark brought a smile to his face but only temporary.

"What can I do?" He asked.

"There is one thing you can do," said Helena, rising from the floor and sitting on his lap, looking straight at him face to face. "Just forget about today."

"Hel."

"Ssh, not another word."

It started with their lips making contact. Helena took off his shirt and Carlos removed hers. He unstrapped her bra and tossed it aside, getting a view of those firm tits and tasting her fully erect nipples.

In the bedroom she voluntarily raised up those slender legs, allowing him to remove her panties. He kept one of her legs up, kissing her heel and ankle, all the way down to her smooth thigh. After removing his boxers, Helena practically salivated over the huge piece of meat before her. She was hungry and Carlos was the one who could satiate her ever growing sexual hunger.

Helena had a knack for being aggressive in the bedroom, but on this particular evening it was just old fashioned love making. They explored each other's bodies with their lips and tongues, tasting every part of their soft and delicate flesh. His wet tongue licked her shaved pussy, causing her body to tremble and gasp in pure delight. While doing so her fangs protracted and her eyes turned to a bright shade of yellow.

All their times in the bedroom Helena always had that strong urge of sinking her fangs into him. Carlos always knew where to hit those spots that drove her crazy. Her exquisite body was perfect and his to rightfully conquer. Gently, his slipped his fully erected cock deep inside her pussy. With intense thrusts she screamed in undeniable pleasure, feeling every part of him throbbing between her legs.

Carlos saw her fangs and yellow eyes but he was used to it. He knew she wanted him even if it meant taking a bite of his warm flesh. With all her strength she turned Carlos over, allowing him to squeeze her tits and fully erect nipples. She rode him hard and fast with saliva trickling down her fangs.

Helena giggled after Carlos turned her over, looking into those fangs and yellow eyes once more. He planted soft kisses on her neck and whispered sweet nothings in Spanish which always gave his vampire lover a thrill. It was the perfect evening for a couple of opposites who may not live long enough to experience more of their passion for one another in the future.