Chupa's Pet

Chapter One

“Seven hundred?” Chupa repeated. “I don’t have seven hundred.” He snarled.

“That’s the cheapest rate.” The short fat man with an eye patch replied. Chupa ran a thumb over his bottom lip, seemingly thinking. He suddenly grabbed the man’s leather jacket and dangled him off the ground.

“I said, I don’t have seven hundred.”

“Urr, well, we urr , we have some in the back for a hundred.” He squeaked.

Chupa dropped him to the floor. “Show me.” Making his way through the nearby door closed off by a tatty black curtain, his face screwed up at the repugnant smell. It stunk worse than the bar out front – if that was at all possible. It smelt of stale sex and puke. Not a good mix.

“Down the hall, last door on the left.” The eye patched man told him, dusting himself off. Chupa moved down the dark hall the only two light bulbs emitting a red glow, stepping over dead humans and vampires who had injected themselves too much with heroin or snorted too much coke.

Through the last door on the left he was met with a group of about a dozen women.

“They’re human!” He spun round and caught the man’s throat in a vice grip. The girls screamed and huddled together on the dirty double bed that occupied the room

“They’re a hundred dollars!” The man spluttered, trying to reason with him.

“I am not fucking a human for one hundred dollars!”

“No! These are different! Let me explain!” The man pleaded, seeing dots in front of his eye.

“Make it quick, old man.” He loosened his grip but didn’t let go.

“They do anything you want! Cook, clean, sex – they’re yours to keep for a hundred dollars!”

“You mean … like a pet?” Chupa mused, looking behind him at a young blonde haired girl.

“Yes! Yes! Like a pet!”

Chupa dropped him once more and approached the girls. Some of them screamed again, holding onto each other not wanting to let go.

“I like screamers.” He smiled and licked his fangs.

“That one.” He pointed to the young blonde girl, who was sitting on the floor with one other woman.

“No!” They all cried out in union. Chupa grabbed her arm and looked at her as best he could in the abysmal light.

“Get away from her!” One woman jumped down from the bed, much to the protest of the others, and tried to get her away from the big brute of a man. Chupa laughed when she tried hitting him to make him let her friend go. He let the blonde haired girl go throwing her back into the group of girls. He grabbed the brown haired woman who had protected her friend by the hair.

“I like this one more.” He turned to look at the man. “She’s kind of,” He paused, looking down at the slinky material her skirt and top were made of, and cupped her cunt forcefully. “She’s kind of spunky.” He laughed when she started to try and get free of his grip.

“I’m taking her.” He told the man and began to walk out.

The girls cried out again, and his new brown haired pet said something to the blonde girl in another language, one he had never heard before.

“Hey, where’s my hundred dollars?” Eye-patch asked him after shutting and locking the door, immediately regretting opening his mouth. Chupa threw a right hook to the guy’s head, knocking him unconscious, and then dragged his new toy out of the building.

“Stop it!” He shouted at her as they reached the edge of the woods where he lived. She stopped trying to get away but she cried harder. He got fed up of having to drag her so he hoisted him over his shoulder. “Stop crying right now or I’m going to fucking make you stop breathing!” He warned her. She sniffled loudly and remained quiet as she could. He stopped suddenly and dumped her on her feet at a wooden door. Looking around she saw graves all around. She took a step forward and walked into the back of her new owner as he was unlocking the door. He shot her a look.

“Sorry.” She said quickly not looking up at him, nearly crying again. He growled but got the door open and she followed him in. Chupa was not a fan of light – natural or artificial. He had a few candles here and there, mainly for when he wanted to sharpen or alter his weapons. Leading her into a large living room he lit two candles either side of the mantle piece.

“Stand there.” He pointed to a spare spot on the tattered rug in front of him. She did. He squinted to take a good look at her. She was grubby, dirty face, dirty hair, and dirty clothes.

“Take your top off.” He ordered, leaning his elbow on the edge of the mantle piece. She swallowed hard but did so. “And your skirt.” She did, and now she was standing in nothing but pants. He sighed.

“I ain’t fucking you if you’re that filthy. You haven’t got anything have you?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Go and clean yourself up.” He pointed randomly to the hallway.

She found a small bathroom, with no light or mirror. She turned the taps on and gasped at the cold water. She splashed her face, rubbing quickly and furiously over her body to keep her self warm and also to clean herself as best she could. When she was done she managed to locate a towel and dry herself.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” He called to her, and she quickly returned to the living room finding he had lit the log fire. “Come here.”

She stood in the same spot as before. Before her he rubbed at the stubble on his chin. She was still dirty, and looked scrawny and wiry too. Not what he particularly favoured but none the less she would do for tonight, and maybe tomorrow.

He took two steps backward and sat down in his favourite – albeit his only – chair in the whole house. He motioned her toward him with two fingers. She took two small steps forward and awaited further instruction.