French Bite of Their Despair: Vampires vs Vampires, Superpowered Trilogy, #3

By Jonathan Evan Hudson

One final time join the unlikely hero Devin Walker, a fat guy with secret alter egos. And the sinister bloodlust of a vampire. A bloodlust shared but also embraced by his mysterious but ruthless archenemy. A bloodlust key to their incoming showdown.

So a quick stop at a goofy Christmas-in-July café first. A couple fateful meet cues.

And the battle of a lifetime begins!

Enjoy this enthralling conclusion to the exciting paranormal Vampires Vs Vampires, Superpowered Trilogy. If you love raunchy action full of danger and supernaturally beautiful babes, then you'll love French Bite of Their Despair!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swordpulp Studios
• Release date: Apr 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201528249

Jonathan Evan Hudson

Widely traveled, Jonathan Evan Hudson spends as much time studying life as he does writing gripping tales of fantastic adventures. From the giant redwoods of California to the deserts of Israel, his thrilling stories all draw on first-hand experiences and expand them with the fantastic and his acclaimed creativity.

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CHAPTER 1

DEVIN WALKER

Candy Cane Cafe …

Come for the sexy Christmas in July, stay reminded why candy canes were a seasonal thing months later.

But nothing heated a guy’s blood like the smell of fresh diabetes—I mean, fresh chocolate-smothered soda coffee brewed just sugary right.

Usually.

Except on weirdo make-believe holidays like today. Never mind each batch of the soda coffee required exquisite brewing from a barista expert. Candy Cane Cafe was exactly the kind of place where diabetics with insomnia came to rest in final blissful peace.

So perfect for a fatso like me.

It was so hot a guy could get heat stroke from just looking at a steaming latte these days. So the sight of an iced soda coffee … real bliss.

Even if the sugary desperation here reeked worse than my own sweaty body.

So yeah, with all this sugary desperation in the air, I fit right in. Even the wide windows were even freshly painted with a Christmasy candy cane theme.

So first things first, I marched right through the candy-cane-themed arch doubling as a doorway.

Twin doors jingled as they open, and jingled an actual Christmas tune.

The walls here, wow, just wow. One whole loooong wall was painted with candy canes raining sweet, sweet sugary death upon gleeful gummy rabbits on their chocolate hills and barrows.

The bubbly squeaky Christmas music was just right.

It squeaked out of a pair of huge speakers so bubbly round and white they were like white plastic clouds right above the long glass counter.

The room itself seemed like an L. The doorway was the top of the L. The counter along the vertical line. The seating through the lower part of the L.

The glass counter itself hummed loud and low, as if proud of being stuffed full of unique gourmet deserts so glazed and bright that even the (once) healthiest fruit could kill a diabetic with a single look.

The sweet, sweet smell—the diabolical finisher.

A second glance at the seating area. Empty, but not all of it was empty, judging by the chit chat coming from around the corner. The area itself was like a flat white cheek freckled with round tables inspired by tin candy-cane cans.

Seats too.

So yeah, perfect place to splurge once and never come back again, ever. What Coach Rich didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me. Really. A little splurge did a body good, right?

Right.

And I’d need all the energy I could get to uncover whoever kidnapped him.

Never mind how, as my brawny alter ego Archer Rex, I once again autographed the stunningly gorgeous and amazingly bouncy Candi over her boobzilla boobage. So I really needed something to take my mind off that heart-thumping bliss.

But I couldn’t waltz right up to the counter. There was a stunning heart-attack of a gorgeous girl already waiting in front of it.

And what a girl!

Like a peaches and cream pie for the eyes and loins, she was, and only paces away.

I’d recognize my classmate and first secret college love Claire Winterborn from anywhere, especially this close up, especially after all the classes we’ve been in together at Raptor University and yet I never ever had the guts to even chat with her.

At all.

Her stern heart of a face wore its usual perpetual pink pout. That pout always seemed to reach those huge beaming but haughty neon blue eyes. Her lush wedges of waist-long sunny hair framed her whole face perfectly.

She even was in her usual outfit. A remarkable outfit, especially in today’s heat.

That azure-blue cap hugged her head and had a furry white trim. More winter wear than summer wear, but to each their own, as Coach Rich always said.

Even that cropped azure-blue jacket with, again, a furry white trim and rounded snug over her boobzilla chest—a G-cup chest, assuming she hadn’t used any bra enhancement like my step-sis Felicia loved to do, despite Felicia already having an F-cup chest.

Claire had such a wintery style today, like always, yet it was very much summer. End of July summer. Headed toward the hottest time of the year, August.

Strange but like Coach Rich reminded me time and time again, to each their own.

That heart-achingly awesome chest of hers, well, I did my best never to ogle too obviously, and often failed badly at that.

Never mind Coach Rich scolding me here and there. Dad too. While mom was all boys-will-be-boys.

But wow. From the side … no doubt about it. Still that legendary G-cup chest. Then again, I was sure there wasn’t any bra enhancement.

Previous swim suit sightings all but confirmed it.

I loved how her form-fitting pink minidress went perfectly with her shiny pink boots. Boots with low solid heels.

Never mind her boots were tapping the floor loud and clear. Echoing throughout the place loud and clear. Impatient as always. More ogle time for me. To enjoy how her pale blue knee socks left a few lush inches of thigh to drool over.

Enough that … gulp. Chit chatting with her … thee Claire Winterborn … the Christmas music seemed to cheer me on but … but …

So I couldn’t even bring myself to walk up behind her.

Much.

I’d never get this chance again but … but … what if she was a succubus serpent? An enemy my alter ego Archer Rex, or even my other alter ego Shadow Raven, would need to take down, maybe when she was in her own alter ego.

Gulp.

Okay okay, Candi, I knew was a succubus serpent and I, as Archer Rex, didn’t just let her go, I gave her a stake that could essentially summon me.

Break it and I know. Be able to jump into the shadows. Use a technique called shadow slip to reach her quickly, anywhere shadow were nearby.

All because she risked so much to save a human girl from werewolves. Enough that it revealed her true serpent girl nature.

But that was a few weeks ago. Back near the beginning of the month.

My heart …

Thunk.

Thunk.

And thunk.

Faster than any of the Christmas jingles blasting out of those plastic cloud speakers.

No.

My other alter ego, Shadow Raven, now had two active partners: Fangerella and Fangetta. Technically, enemy serpent girls but such long term friends and sigh, things really worked out for us.

So far.

So maybe … even if Claire was a succubus serpent … maybe …

Sure, my duty came first. Find Coach Rich. Locate my martial arts sparring partner Vera Saint Norris too. She disappeared a while ago hunting some vampire viper. Right now my partners were on it while I tried to recover my own strength.

Not that any of them knew I was a viking viper. Serpents girls were my true prey. But wow, was that creepy. Some viking vipers loved it, but me, I preferred hunting potato chips and other human food. Especially junk food. The human kind of junk food.

Even if it meant being a fat diabetic real me.

Better fat than creepy, I always say.

A loud jingle erupted behind me and nearly collapsed my gelatin legs.

CHAPTER 2

DEVIN WALKER

My first and most critical mistake, and biggest blessing, was freezing in place once again, and not collapsing on the spot. Not that I could help it.

Not in this pudgy fat boy form.

I was a coward through and through and accepted it. My gray sandals might as well be glued to the floor and no amount of Christmas cheer would free it quickly enough.

A weakness Coach Rich wanted to train out of me, but even he was stumped as to how. Even dad wasn’t sure.

Of course, my mom insisted my step-sis Felicia go and jump me, fuck my brains out whether I wanted it or not, even if I didn’t blood babe her like our family had planned since forever, and she never objected either.

But right now I might as well be a frozen desert for any stray serpent girl I was as frozen to the spot as much as those chilled cheesecake delights on the lowest shelf within the glass counter.

Especially the double donut death cake. Hmmmm.

No! Willpower. Be strong.

Like Archer Rex. Strong.

But I must have sweated so much more that I must be sheening as brightly as those glazed fruit tarts stashed in a line within the counter. The blood pounding through my veins was already so wonderfully sweet I must be having a diabetic something or other.

Especially when a gust of hot air blew passed me so fast that … that .. brainfart.

Again.

It reminded me very much that my mom would very soon head this way if I didn’t head back home in time. Never mind Candi would no doubt be upset I missed her latest cheerleadering thingie if I dawdled here too long.

Big if. I just needed to get going in time, that’s all. I had plenty of time. More than an hour last time I checked, and I only needed fifteen minutes to get there.

So I tried to calm myself. Breath deeeeeep. Caaaaaalm.

Just like Coach Rich taught me for years and years. Distract myself too. Like … for instance … ah! The wall.

Yes. The wall.

Look more closely at it. Its goofy chocolate hills. They looked so, so tasty. Yum. I could go into diabetic shock just from looking at it. Never mind those delicious looking rabbit gummies. I never was so eager before to go supervill and massacre a bunch of innocent yummies.

(Was this what serpents felt around humans? Yikes. No wonder there’s never be peace between us.)

(Well, most of us. If more serpent girls were like Destiny and Faith, especially when they went Fangerella and Fangetta, life would be so much better for everyone in this world.)

But sigh. I really never should have come here.

Too tempting.

Far too tempting.

My mom had been right, again, but what was done, was done. I’m here. Time to enjoy myself. Even if it’s my last meal.

It’s not like I could ask Destiny or Faith for a blood donation. They had no idea I was a viking viper. Worse, Faith had been attacked several times by viking vipers posing as loving boyfriends. It terrified her so much that’s why she stuttered so much now.

In fact, some creep called Al tried to friend Destiny all to lower her guard enough to try to blood babe her.

She escaped. Barely. But …

Least Al was now dead.

Very much dead.

Like I would likely soon be. My body needed that serpent girl blood and my mom could only provide me so much. Felicia too, especially since she wasn’t blood babed to me and never will be, if I could help it.

Hunting serpent girls was out of the question and asking them outright … almost as bad.

But I did have the cash to pay for all the goodies within