Candy Vamp

By Frank Arciszewski

Candy is a three hundred year old vampire that falls for Mark Way, an L.A. homicide detective that looks exactly like her dead mortal husband. Then, Candy is tasks with vamping Brandon, who happens to be Mark's little brother which she wasn't aware of. Once she vamps Brandon, she's responsible for training him to hunt criminals and sharpen his hunting skills. Brandon intends on returning to L.A. to kill an Irish mob boss that ordered his death. Candy and Brandon can't reveal to Mark that they are vampires or they will all be terminated by order of the council...and that doesn't come with a severance package.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Arciszewski
• Release date: Feb 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370726912

Frank Arciszewski

Frank Arciszewski resides in Florida.

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Candy Vamp

By

Frank Arciszewski

© Copyright Frank Arciszewski 2017

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It is a typically warm night in Los Angeles. The story begins at a convenience store located at the bottom floor of a less appealing four-story building. Two white males loiter outside the store wearing black wool caps and long black trench coats. The two suspicious men watch pedestrians donned in summer season clothes in passing.

The first white male is Ken, mid-thirties with cold dark eyes. His partner, Mike is in his early twenties. His beer gut and gun present itself when his trench coat opens from a pacific breeze. Ken clears his throat to Mike, alerting Mike to close his trench coat. Both guys check out two voluptuous blonde babes in skimpy shorts and skintight shirts, hugging their perky breasts, pass the store.

Meanwhile, five miles away. A large crowd exits a movie theater. The theater’s neon-sign displays the title, Vampires Don’t Cry. Among the crowd is Candy, 20’s looking vampire but over four hundred years old, dressed in a snug fitted dress, displaying a perfect curvy body with long flowing black hair. Candy stands out in the crowd of mortals with beauty that is too perfect to be human. Candy’s date is Tony, 40’s, perfect three-piece suit, slicked back hair with too much mouse. He gives off a stereotypical Good Fellas vibe. Tony talks on his cellphone, glancing at Candy beside him, hangs up his cellphone and takes her hand. Candy and Tony cross the street, in casual conversation.

Back at the convenience store, Ken and Mike remain outside of the store. A middle-aged couple passes and two guys exit the store. Mike reaches for the entrance door, but Ken grabs his arm just as a police vehicle slowly passes the store. Mike sighs and gratefully nods to Ken.

Meanwhile, Candy and Tony converse and continue their amble stole through the downtown area. Candy's cellphone rings and she takes it out of her purse. Crystal displays on her cellphone.

CANDY: I have to take this call, Tony.

Tony nods and Candy walks away from him.

CANDY: What's up?

CRYSTAL: Bad news, love.

CANDY: I’m kind of busy...Mom.

Candy looks back at Tony who gives her a million dollar smile.

CRYSTAL: Are you with Anthony Jogati?

CANDY: Yes...Mother.

Candy glimpses back to Tony that is texting on his cellphone.

On the other side of the line is Crystal, a vampire over five hundred years old with the typical 20ish’s beauty; long blonde hair, perfect large breasts, tiny waistline and toned body. She sits in her lavished master bedroom in front of a computer in a red sexy negligee with her large breasts overflowing the top. The only light in her bedroom is from her computer screen. Tony Jogati displays on the computer screen with a long rap sheet.

CRYSTAL: I'm not trying to twat block you, Candy.

Candy smirks at the handsome killer beside her.

CRYSTAL: Let’s take a little vacation…How about Hawaii? Girls’ week of beaches, Mai Tai’s and cock. Now does that sound just smashing?

CANDY: I don’t like beaches...or Mai Tai’s.

CRYSTAL: And Cock. You still like cock?

Crystal types on the keyboard and it display pictures of dead victims.

CRYSTAL: Your dear Tony is responsible for at least six bombings. Why didn’t you run a background check on him?

Candy looks back at Tony and takes a few more steps away from him.

CANDY: How do you know I didn’t?

CRYSTAL: Remember the plane crash in Missouri, last year? Two hundred-three dead...that was Tony’s work.

CANDY: I know.

CRYSTAL: Really?

Candy whispers into her cellphone.

CANDY: Would it be okay if I called you back later, Mother?

Meanwhile, Ken and Mike calmly observe the area for witnesses in front of the store. Once two guys pass the store, Ken and Mike pull down their wool caps over their face, enter the store with guns drawn and casually make their way to the counter. Abdul, an Indian clerk disappears behind the counter and picks up a piece of paper off the floor. When Abdul gets to his feet, staring down two gun barrels and instinctively raises his hands over his head.

KEN: Empty the register, Abdul.

ABDUL: (thick Indian accent) Please do not shoot me.

KEN: Now, Abdul.

Abdul nervously opens the register and hands the money to Ken. Ken passes the money back to Mike. Mike quickly counts the money.

MIKE: Forty bucks? That's all you've fucking got?

ABDUL: I don't have the combination to the safe.

Mike grunts and stomps to the beer cooler and takes a case of beer as Ken keeps his gun on Abdul. Mike grabs snacks from the shelf on his way back to the counter. Abdul glances down at the duress button under the counter.

KEN: Are you willing to die for this fucking job, Abdul?

MIKE: Give me a bag, Abdul.

Abdul quickly gives Mike a plastic bag and Mike fills the plastic bag with snacks.

Four miles away, Candy