Danica's Bitch

*Danica's Bitch
by evilbunnies
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s&m? check!
vampire sex? check!
back story? check!
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This was inspired by the best aspects of the recent crapfest that was Blade: Trinity. That being Mr. Hannibal King and that lovely little S&M undercurrent between him and Danica Talos.

I must warn you that this story is incomplete, as of now. But it will be finished soon...My apologies, as it does end, just when it's about to get good. I just need to think up some suitable smut to take place hereafter, and then we'll be in business.

Until then, enjoy.
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November 23rd 1972

Danica's insecurities and neuroses were getting the better of her again...She sat at her cubicle rubbing her eyes

"Focus...Come on, Focus!".

The boss was on her ass, yet again, because being the general catch-all wimp was HER job... She was SO good at it. His reports had to be done before morning so, there she sat at her typewriter, her wrists getting that familiar carpal tunnel-ish cramp...

It was all TOO tiresome...Danica re-adjusted her glasses and picked absent-mindedly at a pimple on her cheek...Just then, there was the distinct sound of hushed footfalls around the corner from her cubicle...She knew no one else was signed in tonight.

"Hello?...Hey Greg, this isn't funny....Now, I've got shit to do, buddy!! So...So leave me alone!".

Vaguely proud of herself, she set about to finish typing but, something in the subsequent, silence still made her uneasy...She could feel someone staring at her.

"Whoever you are, just please, go away...I'm scared now so, you've gotten your kicks! Now, I need to get my work done."

All at once, a figure pounced...there's just no other way to say it...on her desk...A man she'd seen earlier. She remembered he'd smelled like amber...He'd stared at her, in the elevator, but she'd lacked the confidence at the time to return it.

And now here he was crouched on her desk his face, a mere centimeters away from her own...He was inhaling deeply. Dear gawd, was he smelling her??

She could only manage a gasp but, she rolled back in her chair and rummaged though her blazer pocket..."My...Inhaler..." She weezed.

"Oh, you won't be needing that..." He drawled and stayed her hand..."I've always liked the timid ones..." He reached up and gently removed her glasses.

As frightened as she was, this stranger was having an affect of a different kind on her. She could feel her panties dampening, but she tried to convince herself it was sweat or perhaps she had wet herself in fear. "Yeah, that makes sense..." She thought aloud, not at all believing it. She forced herself to breathe slower.

"Danica...Is it?"

She could only manage a nod...

"I am often in this vicinity at night and I always notice you here, working like a little bee...Why are you always here?"

"I...I"

"You deserve better...And I can give it to you."

"Who are you?" she managed...

He cracked a frighteningly toothy grin. "Me? Well, you may call me Talos...Maximilian Talos."

Maximilian Talos, Danica could see now, that she had steadied herself a bit, was not exactly handsome in the traditional way, but very distinguished looking. He had bright red hair, that was impeccably groomed with longish nails that were polished to a high-gloss shine...He wore a simple black turtleneck and dark brown pants. He had incredibly dark eyes, that were rimmed in green...She had never seen that before, and then there were those teeth...

"Are you gonna rape me or...or...kill me?"

He chuckled.."I've never had to rape anyone..."

"As for killing?..." he flipped over her wrists and exposed the scars there.."Looks like you might not need me to kill you."

Danica snatched her hands away..."Well then, leave me alone..."

"What if I don't want to?" Max teased, getting closer...Danica scurried to her feet, backing as far away as she could into her tiny cubicle, finally pressing her back against the flimsy felt wall.

"Please..." She turned her mousy brown head away from him, inadvertently exposing her flesh to him...

"You will be so beautiful..." He attacked...

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Februrary 18th 2000

"Yo! King!" The DJ tipped his head in Hannibal's direction. Hannibal tipped back.

"Hey, man." The low thrum of drum and bass made the whole club vibrate. Hannibal leaned against the bar sipping a Corona...He scanned the crowd. He really wanted to get laid tonight. Not, that he had any trouble. He was still as goofy as he was in high school, but years of working out and now, beginning martial arts, had done wonders for his physique and love life. Sadly, he hadn't been in a real relationship in years...

"Plenty of hot ass, tonight." he thought as he watched the rhythmic swinging of so many scantily-clad females in time to the pulsing beat. And then he spotted her... She wasn't dancing and she wasn't the most attractive thing he'd ever seen, but she had a magnetism, a confidence that was sexier than anything he'd seen in awhile...And those eyes...Just beyond blue. She wore stilettoes and a get-up that looked like something out of The Matrix.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he was making his way in her direction....

One of Danica's henchman stood close by. He whispered discreetly "John heading your way, 2 o'clock."

Danica glanced up, smiling a bit at what she saw..."Leave him." The henchman fell back...

"Hi, there. I noticed you standing here, looking rather parched..." Hannibal gestured to the bartender "What'll it be, Matrix babe?"

Danica laughed in spite of herself...She found his cockiness rather amusing.

She leaned into his space..."I'd like a bloody mary..."

"I've never seen you here, before." Hannibal said, as he handed her, her drink.

"I don't come here, often..."

"Now, see, THAT was going to be my next question..."

Danica laughed again...She was absently plucking at his shirt..."Listen, it's clear why you've approached me, and while I am amused by your small talk...I'd much rather get right to the point..." She boldly grabbed his crotch for emphasis...

"Ooh...yeah, you DEFINITELY have the point." he said.

"Come on..."

"Coming..." Hannibal followed her to her car, a sleek limo waiting in the taxi lane, and got in. Once inside, they began to kiss, a ferocious rumble of tongues that left their mouths wet and tingly.

Danica began to take his clothes off.

"Wait...Your driver."

"Don't you worry about him..." she said and continued to kiss and undress him...

"Ahh..." She nibbled his ear as she roughly opened his shirt, not bothering to undo the buttons. She was very impressed by his physique...It was as if he were carved out of marble.

"Oh yeah! You GO!!...You, wicked little bitch..." Hannibal sighed, when the buttons popped off his shirt.

Danica stopped..."Oh no, babe..." Hannibal heard the unmistakable clank of handcuffs shutting on his wrists..."The name's Danica and you’re MY bitch."

"Well FUCK...Yeah!!" Hannibal, said and then after a moment. "Wait....You're crazy, aren't you?...DAMMIT!!"

"Why yes, some people seem to think so...But don't worry." Danica said smiling big enough to reveal her frightening fangs...She leaned in speaking conspiratorially into his ear "We can be crazy together..."

"OOOOOOH....SHIT." All sarcasm almost completely gone now...

"What are you going to do? Bite me, you crazy-wannabe-vampire-goth-chick?!"

Sarcasm back.

"Yeah." Danica said simply. And then she attacked...

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Hannibal woke up in some kind of enclosed plushy area...It took him awhile to realize it was a coffin. He felt a vague pain in his neck and strange tickling numbness in his throat. "Ehh, hmm" He tried to clear it away. And then he tried to move...*clink,clink* He was still chained up. And by the feel...wearing some odd leather get-up.

"What in HOLY-HECK have I gotten myself into?!"...

Suddenly the top swung open...Danica hovered above him...She sighed...

"Oh yeah, this is exactly how I imagined you..." She ran her hands tantalizingly down his helpless body...His body unconsciously twitched.

"Exactly..." She said, eyeing his growing bulge.

"Look, babe, not that being kidnaped and raped hasn't been one of my fantasies... But it always involved Pam Anderson and Jane Fonda back in her Barbarella days. If they're hiding in here somewhere, cool, awesome, I'm totally down...But I've never been into the whole vampire thing, so if you don't mind unshackling me..."

Danica laughed again..."This is why I like you...You're funny..."

Hannibal tried to shake himself from her grasp but her grip tightened...Her hand now on his face, she upturned it so she could gaze directly into his eyes.

"Look, little boy...It doesn't matter if you're not into the whole "vampire thing"..." Danica made quote signs with her hand..."..because you will be."

With that she closed the top shut again...
Hannibal began to yell...

"HEY!!!!!" HEYYYYY!!!"

After a pause..."FIRE!!! FIIIIIIIRRRRE!!!..."

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