Vamp Prey: Vamp Empire, #2

By Dani Stowe

Be damned those Bloody Billionaires...

Hamell Crass could be considered a stalker and a serial killer if it wasn't for the fact that he's a vampire because Hamell doesn't feed on just anyone. He likes to plot, plan, and play with his prey. Hamell is particularly partial to chasing after sexy and sumptuous women. But one woman is not playing fair. She keeps ruining the chase because she is plagued by something that makes her taste, smell, and behave differently than other women. Of course, that won't stop Hamell, but he will need a new game if he wants to continue this chase and maybe even catch her. Hamell: I project into Giselle's mind. She's thinking about crying. Girls who cry don't make good game. I send her the image of our kiss. I make her remember when she leaned over the bar and kissed me and how I tasted.

This is Book 2 of Vamp Empire, a dark paranormal romance series.

This gothic romance tale includes group encounters with an alpha vampire.

For mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dani Stowe
• Release date: Aug 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223398714

Dani Stowe

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Vamp Prey

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Vamp Empire

Book 2

Hamell & Giselle

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WARNING: THIS BOOK contains material that may not be suitable for all readers due to its sexual content, graphic imagery, and some violence. It has been formatted to fit mature minds.

Edited by Kim Burger

All rights reserved © 2018 Babe Fuel Books; 1st ed. 2017 by Dani Stowe. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Hamell

Chapter 2

Hamell

Chapter 3

Hamell

Chapter 4

Giselle

Chapter 5

Hamell

Chapter 6

Giselle

Chapter 7

Hamell

Chapter 8

Giselle

Chapter 9

Hamell

Chapter 10

Hamell

Chapter 11

Hamell

Chapter 12

Giselle

Chapter 13

Hamell

Chapter 14

Hamell

Chapter 15

Giselle

Chapter 16

Giselle

Chapter 17

Hamell

Chapter 18

Giselle

Chapter 19

Hamell

Chapter 20

Gisselle

Chapter 21

Giselle

Chapter 22

Hamell

Chapter 23

Giselle

Chapter 24

Hamell

Chapter 1

Hamell

Ilove the city. It’s like a beast that needs constant taming and I am its master. Without me, the city would run wild. It needs to be whipped into submission, subdued of unrestrained urges, and picked clean of parasites.

Fucking humans. I hate them—most of them. I still adore the ones I like to fuck—the women that look like they were made to fuck. Big tits and a round ass that bounces when it walks.

Cain, the self-proclaimed Vamp King, is happy to sink his teeth into those primitive and undomesticated humans better known as criminals. But not me. I don’t touch those unwashed shits—drowning in their own funk of sweat and piss.

No, I like my kills to smell good and feel better—feminine flesh wrapped in soft skin drizzled with expensive perfume. That kind of flesh tastes tender in my mouth with an added trace of sumptuousness in sweet supple morsels.

Cain needs more blood than I do. I don’t need to feed as much as he does, so I can take my time to plan my gourmet meals.

And that’s exactly what I do. I plot and I plan. I’m practically a serial killer, except I’m not so much the Grim Reaper, harvesting souls for posterity (I know the guy—another existential cursed soul condemned to feed on humanity). I’m simply doing the city a favor. I’m ridding it of the unwanted, unseen filth infesting the concrete terrain.

I eradicate she-devils, the ones that lurk inside of high-rises and maim and cheat and kill—usually their own husbands or naïve, dumb boyfriends. Cain won’t allow us to kill just anyone anymore. We’re only allowed to take humans whom are less likely to be missed, hence we’re told to feed on the bad ones.

I hated it at first—Cain and his fucking rules, but overtime I grew to enjoy it. I love the plotting and the planning. I like to sit at my desk in the day while I’m at work and collect information on the women I observe at night who are up to no good.

Yes, I like to stalk them—the ones who are stalkers, themselves. I like to follow their plots and take notes on what they’re up to.

I once drained a woman who had planned her husband’s murder for a whole three years. I wasn’t sure if she was ever going to do it, but she finally did and I was there ready to reap her blood.

But three years is nothing. I have to start stalking them when they are young. I can easily spot a murderer before she’s even married. I can spot her in a bar trying hard to get with a guy who she thinks will save her from her mundane life. She’ll be expensive and prissy. But mostly, she’ll be the jealous type. When she meets her future mate, she’ll act like she’s got her pussy locked tight, but it’s really wide open. And she’ll have that look—like a vampire, because inside her human mind is a sociopath desperate for a kill and it shows all over her face.

These are the women I stalk. I’ll stalk them for years—decades even. And when she’s finally done the deed of killing her husband, I get to feed.

It’s the same story. He’ll fuck around. She’ll catch him in the act. He’ll say he’s done with her. She’ll kill him and then I’ll kill her and they both end up going missing. The city will be a safer place and it’s a win-win for everybody.

There is a bar I frequent, Fat Ham’s, where plenty of young people hook up, especially recent college graduates. I’m a regular there and it’s a good place to scope out new prey. It’s a nicer, upscale bar, and it’s also a great place for my dick to pick up a snack in the shape of a pretty shaved pussy.

I also like Ham; Hamond is his real name. He’s the owner and the bartender. He’s a tall chubby guy and a good one. He’s one of the few that lets me come in and hangout at the bar without drinking anything. Most places force you to buy something or they kick you out. Hamond says he likes me coming around—I bring in a lot of ladies. And I do. I’ve fucked most of the regulars, especially the ones with big tits and a tight ass, and they come back for more. It’s repeat business for Hamond.

I usually leave him a big tip at the end of the night, so it’s all worth his while. He likes to comment on fresh new faces and he slips me gossip, which I don’t really care for, but I know he likes to talk, so I listen.

Hamond’s also been talking about his baby sister a lot lately—Giselle. He’s asked me to look out for her while she manages the bar for two weeks. She just finished college somewhere down south and the way he talks about her is like she’s his kid, though he is eight years her senior and he’s been helping her with school.

Hamond says he’s taking his family to Florida for a family vacation. Giselle will be taking his place for two weeks. I can tell he’s really worried about her and it’s annoying. I’d personally be more worried about the bar, but he says Giselle is fragile. I don’t understand that philosophy and I call him out on it.

How can a chick be fragile when she works in a bar? I ask him.

Mr. Crass—

For fuck’s sake, Hamond. Why are you back to the ‘Mister?’

Sorry, I just read about your company this morning and that’s how they referred to you.

I laugh. You read about the sauce?

Dougie’s Special Sauce. Yeah! I’m thinking I should throw a few bottles on the tables to go with my appetizers. Do you think you could get me a few samples?

You don’t want your customers eating that shit, I tell him and Hamond gives me a weird look. He’s disappointed and confused that I’d speak so negatively about Arcain’s ventures, but it’s true. Getting back to your sister. Go to fucking Florida. Have a good time.

Hamond writes a phone number down on a napkin and slides it over to me. I’m guessing it’s his sister’s. So, you’ll lookout for her then.

I’m not really sure if he’s asking me a question or if he’s given me confirmation of such an arrangement, but I don’t want to agree either way. Hamond’s a friendly guy, but he’s ugly for a dude. I’m not interested in looking out for his unsightly baby sister.

Look, man, I tell him, I’m sure your sister is going to do fine. Don’t worry about it. If anything goes wrong, I’ll call you. How about that?

Hamell, he says sounding desperate. My sister and I, we’ve been through a lot. Our father was not a good man. When I turned eighteen I got the hell out of there. I guess I just feel guilty that I left. During the last four years of high school, Giselle had to deal with the old man all by herself. My wife hates that I put in so much money into helping Giselle with college these last four years, but I guess I did it out of guilt and to make sure she didn’t have to think too much on him—our dad. Giselle took some beatings in his last years and I left her to deal with his death by herself.

Fuck this shit. Now my night has gone sour. I don’t want to be reminded of dead fathers who used to beat on their kids.

I look across the bar and I see a flaxen blonde with long, straight hair, decent-sized tits, and wearing a tight, nude-colored short dress that’s just slightly darker than her skin tone. She doesn’t have a clue she could make vamp lure, so I make eye contact with her.

I drop five hundred bucks and I’m about to get up when Hamond grabs my arm. I’m serious, Hamell, he says trying to get my attention. I really need you to look out for her, for my sister.

I turn to him and pull his hand off my arm, but he won’t shut up. I’m not a douche or a freak and I don’t want you to think anything weird of me, Mr. Crass—I mean Hamell, but my sister is hot.

I flinch. It was automatic. Hamond’s nearly bald and he has a big round belly, fat cheeks, a stubby nose, and small eyes, plus his head looks too small for his body.

I’m serious, says Hamond. Every guy in here is going to try to get with her. Can you just look out for her? You don’t have to drive her home or anything. Unless you want to. That would really help me out and make me feel better.

Again, I’m not sure if he’s asked a question or given himself confirmation.

I feel the blonde approach the bar right next to me and she brushes up against my arm. Her pussy smells like it’s been squeezed like an orange—juices pouring out. I slip my hand under the bar and under her dress and feel around. It’s slippery as fuck and she enjoys it.

I’m surprised Hamond’s not worried I might try to pick up his sister, Giselle, and take her home and fuck her like all the other women, like I’m doing to this girl across from him right now with my finger under the counter of his bar.

Maybe, continues Hamond, you guys could talk. Maybe you could get her a job at your company.

I laugh and pull my fingers out of the wet pussy. Licking my fingers with my eyes boring into hers, I reach for my wallet. I flip through another couple of hundred dollars and drop the bills on the bar.

Your sister is not going to want to work at Arcain, I say to Hamond.

He pushes back the money. Sorry, I just thought I’d ask. But will you at least look out for her. It’s two weeks, Hamell, he says. I’d offer you free drinks, but you don’t drink. And I’m sure a wealthy guy like you doesn’t normally do favors for folks like me, but I figure you’re here for a few hours almost every night before closing anyway and—

Sure, I grunt leaving the bills. I grab the blonde’s hand off my ass and squeeze it, leading her out the front door. I can hear Hamond yelling to me in the background as we exit.

Thanks Mr. Crass! Thanks Hamell!

Chapter 2

Hamell

Ican’t believe it . Twenty-two years old and this chick has never had an orgasm before. She’s also never taken it up the ass, but I’ve changed all of that.

She tries to suck my cock one more time because she wants me to make her come again. I let her suck on it and I come in her mouth, but I don’t get her off. I leave