What to do about Women??!!...

*You will be at my side, on my bed, below me, fucking me!!...*

**Vlad**
"Vlad, I have shackled that imposter Justina in the torture chamber. Do you want me to proceed?" My army general Luke asked.
"I will do the honours. My fists and fangs are bored because of the lack of practice over the past few days. Let me warm them up," I said in a cold voice. I bear no mercy for imposters. A quick death is a salvation to them, but my style is slow and painful dislocation of their body parts. What will happen to that mortal woman, a weakling with no healing powers and zero tolerance levels?
I moved through the dark passageway, flanked by the torture cells on both sides. The floor is sticky with body fluids, urine and blood of victims. The more darkness crept in as I walked to the dead end of the dungeon. I stood in front of her cell to focus as the black smoke made it difficult to see her. All I could see was a dark figure. A growl escaped me when I realized what it was. Instead of that imposter, a guard's body was on the floor with his bones dislocated and splayed like a crab. His throat was impaled, and a black-slimy, rancid-smelling liquid was oozing from his wounds.
"Explain!" I snapped with the madness consuming me.
"Vlad...she," he pleaded.
"Where the hell is she?" I snarled with a mirthless voice, my eyes depressing into the dark-pitchiness of ruthlessness.
"I swear-" He tried to speak, but I clutched his jaw with my iron fist, assaulting his face with an aggressive punch. He fell on that dead guard.
"Where is she?" I asked again, straightening my stiffened back, flexing my neck side by side, curling up my sleeves and cracking my knuckles.
"I shackled her and had six guards take post outside the door, but no one survived."
I walked inside the cell and focused on the scent that wafted up my nostrils.
"Do you believe that she's a witch!?" Luke asked, whimpering in pain, making my lip curl as my anger rose to a new high. I looked around at the massacre that she created. I took a drop of that black liquid for a closer look, thinking where I had seen the same evidence before. A low and dangerous growl rumbled from my chest after I realized what had happened to the guards and the horrible truth of the identity of that imposter girl, Justina!
"What is it?" Luke asked.
"I had seen this before," I told him as I stormed through the dungeon passage towards a dead end to find more evidence to suggest my theory was correct. The wall had been split open enough to create an opening to the outside.
"What the fuck!?" Luke asked, not yet knowing what I knew. I turned to him and growled only one word, "Succubus...and I will fucking kill her this time!"
I looked at the hole and closed my eyes, wondering about her whereabouts as I knew she wouldn't get far away. I opened my eyes with a frown and, with a mere thought, released my vampire counterpart, Dracula. His form appeared behind me like a mist of black particles, like a dark essence of power that resembled a shadow and followed me like a black cloud. "Find her!" I commanded Dracula. And like a swarm of bats, he flew from the opening.
One of the guards rushed through the passage and was about to say something, but Luke took him aside because he knew well enough not to mess with me when I was in a bad mood.
"Vlad!" Luke said. I noticed a tremble in his voice. He was choosing his words carefully enough not to enrage me again.
"Luke, now I'm losing my fucking patience, and my fangs crave for the blood, so blurt out the news," I scowled fiercely at him because his face said it all that he had bad news.
"Its about Estrella!"
"Fuck", I snarled, rushing towards the courtroom.

Estrella looked messy and blood-soaked. Her wounds were already healed, but her face looked defeated. I knew at that moment that she had failed the task for which she was sent. She had failed to bring back my Proserpina and kill Hades.
"Where the fuck is Proserpina?" I bellowed in a dreary look. Her beseeching wide eyes were teary as she pleaded, "Vlad, please don't be angry with me!"
"Where is she?" I growled, not giving a fuck about her pleas. But then something was really wrong as all the colour started to drain from her face, and her eyes lost all focus. She began convulsing as if some possessed woman.
"What's wrong with her?" Luke asked. Estrella's legs suddenly gave away, and she collapsed on the floor.
"Turn her around." I barked the order at Luke. He did what I asked. She screamed in pure agony as Luke ripped open the material concealing her back. I nearly fucking choked on what I saw.
Her wings were torn!
Her screams turned to small whimpers of pain. She dragged air through her teeth as the pain must be excruciating. Losing their wings is the worst kind of pain and humiliation for the vampires.
"Vlad!?" Luke said, looking at her face.
"What is it?" I snapped. He glanced back at me, his expression tight and his jaw locked, "Her forehead..."
"What!?" I snapped, striding closer to Estrella and pushing her to look at her face.
"Fuck!" I roared as I saw the cravings on her forehead. 'Your wings are next!'
"Hades!" I hissed his name like a stain on my family. The anger boiled my nerves; I only wanted to rip out his tongue. I roared in frustration at the thought of my mate with that asshole. Before I could unleash my anger, Dracula stood before me.
"Vlad! I've found the imposter!"
I looked up at a foggy sky as Dracula merged into my body. I spread my wings and took off towards the Temples lost in time, where that imposter was supposed to be. A sharp noise cut through the eerie silence of the woods surrounding the Temples lost in time. I descended and walked towards the bushes when I heard an awful scream. The next moment, those screams were replaced by the monstrous sound of some creature ravishing its prey. I held back the few branches and swiped them on one side to look over. A predator was tearing the prey. It looked at me with half a piece of flesh tugging to its rotten teeth. It scuttled back, and its bones started snapping and dislocating with the flesh covering its body. It turned into a beautiful redhead woman with bloodied eyes and lips. An imposter, Justina!!
"Well, what have we here?" The sultry voice of that imposter reached my ears. Despite the frigid temperatures, she wore a light, flowy dress that clung to their curvy forms.
These Succubus are the grade 5 witches with the constant need for sex. Their power is to lure and tempt men by targeting their desires. She would gradually gain the man's attention and then use hex to get them addicted and obsessed with her.
"You are clearly in need. I could smell it across the forest." She stepped ahead, her erect nipples practically leading the way. "You look and smell utterly delectable," she said, rubbing her finger over the surface of her dress at where I guessed to be the apex of her thighs. "Ah, look at those scars and muscles. You're a warrior for sure," she sauntered forward too close for my comfort.
"Enough, or I will not be held responsible for my actions," I warned her.
"What will you do? Fuck me to death?" She tipped her head and chuckled, squeezing her dress as she lifted the hem of it to her thighs.
"Strangle you to death!"
Her eyes flared orange, her hands balling into fists at her side. "What did you say?"
"Was it not loud and clear enough for you?" I chuckled. This made her more angry.
"I will rip your flesh from your bones!" She screamed and lashed at me, and I wanted to laugh at that. She brushed her claws on my chest and sank her claws beneath my skin. A jolt of ecstasy shot into my core, and I coughed, choking on the intense pain. Fire blazed over my skin, crackling and hissing as her hex burrowed deeper. My thoughts went to Proserpina as if I'd fallen into her dreams.
"This is the slut you fantasize?" Long, dark hair framed the soft glow of her face. Her jade eyes and the smattering of tiny freckles over the bridge of her nose. She is your only weakness, isn't she? You would suffer eternal hell for her. I saw it in your thoughts." The imposter said, reading my thoughts.
A cramping knot of pain twisted in my groin, sending a shudder through my muscles. But instead, I forced myself to concentrate on resisting her attack. I grabbed her arm and twisted it in the opposite direction. Then I clutched her throat and lifted her in the air. Her hair trailed behind her, and her body jiggled as I tightened my grip. Her screams pierced my ears as I pinned her body to a tree trunk.
The dark aura of Dracula moved in my periphery. 
"You're?!" She yelped in shock as the recognition washed over her pale face.
"Vlad!! And nice to meet you, Succubus!" I uttered, tightening my grip on her neck. Her eyeballs were on the brink of exploding.
"I'm so dying to break this porcelain neck, but nah!" I grinned intentively, with my calculative mind hogging a cunning plan.
She growled at me like a predatory tigress before her so-called witchy vibes fizzled out. "What do you want?" She asked, trying to sound normal, but the continuous trembling of her fingers, dripping of wet sweat beads across her forehead, and shivering of her body were telling a different story altogether.
"I want to carve slut on your face for calling my mate a slut. But, let's put my temptations aside and talk some business".
"No is my answer." she snapped at me.
"Well! I didn't like the answer!" My voice was calm, with a murderous glint in my eyes.
"Your bad", she retorted.
"Succubus, you are not taking this seriously", I warned her with a slick hiss, "I want the answer to change to 'Yes,' and if it doesn't happen, the consequences will be fatal!" I threatened her with a deep growl. She shrugged off her shoulders, waiting for me to start.
I gave her the sword coated with blood.
"Is that a blood?" She asked as a shadow flashed across her face.
"Blood of your next target! Plead, beg, seduce, threaten, or force. I don't give a damn. I want the result."
"Fuck, he is indeed a powerful shifter, isn't he?" She grinned while tasting his blood with her forked tongue. Her body glowed as his essence coursed through it. She marked him as his.
"Well, let's go and find my next prey," Justina spoke in a deathly tone as her eyes flashed red.

*Anyone coming our way will have to die. You are mine. All rights reserved—end of the story!!...*