Darnell DeLouis, leader of the Trenton, New Jersey Black Guards, an elite vampire group, faces his biggest challenge ever. In three days, he and the head of the Cosa Nostra vampires will duke it out for control of Trenton. But the granddaddy of all cavities has hit Darnell in the right fang. If it doesn't get fixed, and pronto, he and the Black Guards better start packing...
Tooth Fairy LaLilia Guitry plans to use her unique dental skills to convince Darnell not to fight anymore. It seems simple enough ...'til she starts to fall head over fangs for Darnell.
Note: This story was previously published in the anthology Nibbles 'n' Bits.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Fangs 'n' Foxes by Mardi Ballou
From time immemorial, vampires and garlic didn't mix. So, of course, there could be no vampires in Trenton, New Jersey, where the scent of garlic is second only to oxygen in the air. But then there arose a newer, tougher breed of vampire--a vampire who not only could tolerate garlic but learned to love the fragrant, multi-layered bulb. As fate and Darwin might have it, not one but two distinct subspecies of vampire evolved. Alas, their tolerance to garlic did not extend to each other...
"Wanda, get your friggin' ass on down here now," a harsh voice bellowed, interrupting Wanda "The Wise" Muller's careful writing. She bit her lip. Determined as she was to write the full chronicles of the Trenton vampires, working for a demanding boss made it difficult to snatch the time she needed. But the tone in Darnell DeLouis's voice alerted her that he meant business. With a sigh she saved her file, put the computer to sleep, and hurried off to see what he wanted.
Despite all her efforts, she had a long way to go to get him trained right. She'd probably have given up on him already if she didn't know, sure as she knew her own name, that Darnell cloaked his finer self under the thick armor required of vampire leaders. Not to mention, Darnell was hot--movie star tall, dark and gorgeous. No surprise that the ladies lined up at his door. Lucky Wanda was immune to his charms.
Lucky also, she had good friends in high places. Soon, it would be time to join forces with them and get Darnell to evolve and commit his considerable powers to their mission.
But first things first. Assuming her haughtiest don't-mess-with-me look, she made her way to Darnell's office.
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As night descended after another hot, muggy August day in Trenton, bright lights and the get-down beat of gangsta rap, heavy on the bass, glared and roared from the Black Guards' Social Hall, just off Perry Street. Even really tough dudes scurried on by. The place had a certain rep...
Inside his private, personal quarters, Darnell D. DeLouis, chief Black Guard and the fiercest of the fierce, rose from his coffin and growled. After looking around to make sure he was totally alone, he began to perform his nightly secret ritual. First he reached under the silk lining of his coffin and extracted a small square box. After another visual sweep of the room, he drew out a stack of paper attached to a plastic base. His voice a hoarse whisper, he proceeded to read from his "365 Love Poems" calendar, one to start off each night of the year.
No one knew he read these poems. If anyone ever found out...well, Darnell's ass would be total grass. But the poems reminded him of his first girlfriend, Maralise. The two of them would sneak behind the trash cans in the alley between their buildings, and she'd kiss him, recite a poem for him. Once he'd even told her one, and she showed her appreciation in a way that still got his cock throbbin'. But Black Guards didn't do no poetry. So each night, soon as he read his poem, he'd tear the page into a zillion pieces and set his lighter to it. Then he shoved the calendar back down into its hiding spot. If anyone ever found it, he'd have to kill them...
Talk about killing. He felt a piercing pain on the left side of his face like someone was staking him. He'd ignore it. He had to. He dressed and slapped on some of that cologne the ladies loved.
Just in time. A knock at his door. His first two ladies of the night were waiting to come in. Darnell groaned as the pain began to flare out on the left side of his face. Shit. His waking up ritual that the public knew about included a quick roll in the hay with the lucky ladies who'd won the night's lottery. He couldn't let anything distract him from his people's expectations. "Come in," he said, with a flourish of his hand.
The ladies giggled, probably from nerves and excitement about finally getting their chance to be with him. Darnell had to get his shit together, pronto, and pleasure them good. But his face was starting to ache with a grinding pain that made him think less about banging these chicks and more about banging his cheek against a slab of cement. Most any night he'd knock off hotties like these two before he fully woke up. Not that he was bragging or nothing, but he always rose from his coffin with ten inches of prime cock--round, firm, and loaded for action. He'd feed on his lovelies and fuck them a dozen or so times before he got down to the business of the night.
But tonight sucked in all the wrong ways. Darnell identified the source of his agony, and it wasn't pretty. He had the fuckin' granddaddy of all toothaches. A killer pain in his left fang that would've shriveled up his pecker--if Darnell was any other guy. But Darnell didn't get to be head Black Guard by being soft. He heroically managed to get and keep that fucker up.
The two babes, Viveca and Clarissa, dressed like harem chicks in some see-through chiffon pants and itty-bitty beaded tops just barely covering their sweet tits. The two of them sat down together on his king-size bed with the black satin sheets--a bed used just for loving the ladies--and giggled some more, just waiting on him. 'Cause they knew they were gonna have a good time. Old Darnell never left no chick high and dry, and he wasn't about to start just 'cause he was in enough pain to blow his fuckin' head off his shoulders.
"You ladies here to see me?" he said real low in his sexy voice.
"Oh, Darnell," Viveca said, batting her lids like she had some garbage caught in her eye, "we been waiting on you for hours."
"Well, I'm gonna make it worth your while. You all gonna leave here happy."
"Oh, Darnell," Clarissa giggled. He winced. That stupid cackle came near to being a deal breaker even when he wasn't in head-crushing pain, but tonight it set his friggin' nerves on edge. Still, chivalry was not dead, and all that shit. She came to him to come, and she'd come and come and come, or his name wasn't Darnell D. DeLouis.