The Trust Casefiles by Lee Cushing

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The Night Slayer

The vampires smashed their way into the school gymnasium, a red headed Asian girl detaching herself from the pack. Displaying her fangs, she started moving towards the man with the receding greyish brown hairline.
Terrance Donald shouted to the three students that had been helping him with the research, “Get the fuck out of here.”
Taking the lead in the retreat, Jimmy Holton was smashed to the floor by another group of vampires entering from the changing rooms.
Both Holly Sharp and Emma Pelham screamed.
Dressed in a long black leather coat, a lone vampire woman came in behind the others, her curling auburn hair dangling past her shoulders. “Get the lesbian bitches. Leave the others.”
Watching her vampires begin dragging Holly and Emma towards the exit from the gymnasium, Abigail saw the Asian redhead moving to rip open Donald’s throat.
She was next to him in an instant, pulling out a wooden stake from her coat pocket and slamming into the vampire’s chest.
Ignoring the Asian girl turning to dust, she glanced at the others. “I said leave the others.” Her long fangs were revealed when she smiled, “Someone has to tell the fucking Slayer where to find her friends.”

“They just fucking came in and took them.” Donald looked up from the library desk at the girl with tinted auburn hair.
Melissa Colwyn paced back and forth across the library carpet, “Did you recognise the vamp in charge?”
There was a long drawn out pause before he gave his answer, “It was your mother.”
Her pacing came to an abrupt stop, “Fuck.”
Jimmy leaned forward, scratching the top of his ginger hair covered head. “I know she used to be your Mom, but that’s not her any more. It’s a fucking vampire, just like all the others we’ve dusted. So let’s get going and kill that fucking bitch.”
Melissa glanced down for a moment, shaking her head as she looked back at him. “Both of you are staying here.”
Standing up, Donald walked round the table and stopped. “It’s a fucking trap and you know it, you’re going to need all the help you can get.”
“Of course I know it’s a fucking trap, that’s why you’re both staying out of it.” Melissa began walking for the library doors.
Hurrying after her, Donald caught up to her by the double doors. “You can’t do this alone.”
She stopped and looked back at him, “I won’t be alone.”
“Fuck, you’re not serious. You can’t trust him.” He grabbed her arm, intending to try to talk some sense into her. “He’s the bastard who turned your mother into a fucking vampire in the first place.”
Melissa yanked herself free, “He’s better now, he’s got his soul back and everything. And he’s the only one who’s isn’t likely to get himself killed or fucked and turned into a vampire.”
Donald fell silent as she pushed her way out through the library doors.

Approaching the gates of the mansion, Melissa glanced at the man standing behind her, his dark hair appearing perfect in every way.
A seemingly permanent brooding expression on his chalk white face, Damian refused to look straight at her. “I killed the people that lived here when I was…”
Taking his hand, Melissa tilted her head and looked up at his guilt ridden face. “It wasn’t you. You didn’t have a soul when you did that.” She touched his cheek, her fingers caressing his cold dead skin. “I need you, I can’t face my Mom alone.”
“Your Mom?” Her words did nothing to alleviate his remorse.
She grabbed the gate and pulled it open, giving him one last look. “I go up there alone, I’m won’t be coming back, not alive anyway. Are you going to help me or not?”
Watching him give her a solemn nod, she headed up the driveway. She only made it halfway to the mansion, stopping when a pair of female vampires stepped out to block her advance, their cleavage threatening to burst out of the leather outfits they were wearing at any moment.
The sound of Damian’s footsteps on the gravel behind her distracting the pair, she flung two stakes at them, their bodies turning to dust as the sharp wood ripped into their flesh. “So much for the welcoming committee.”
Reaching the mansion, Melissa walked between the middle two columns, stopping in front of the front doors. “Find another way in. If things get a little fucked up, it’ll be nice to know you’ll be there to get me out of any trouble I end up in.”
His eyes betraying his reluctance to leave her, Damian backed away from her. “Be careful.”
Melissa watched him disappear around the side of the mansion, switching her attention to the doors in front of her. Turning the handles, she swung them open and stepped into the large hall.
Her focus was drawn to the top of the stairs where Holly and Emma were standing, each with a vampire ready to rip out their throats at the slightest of her taking action.
Abigail walked along the length of the landing, the leather coat hanging open enough to show that she was otherwise unclothed. She stopped when she reached the top of the stairs, gazing down at her daughter. “Seems like my little girl has a choice to make.” She descended the first few steps, “You can have one of these bitches, but I get to play with the other.”
“No deal.” The familiar voice made her look back towards the two hostages.
Damian lunged out of the shadows at the top of the stairs. Staking both vampires holding Holly and Emma, he pulled the two girls to safety as their captors became dust.
Launching herself from the stairs, Abigail landed directly in front of her daughter. She rose to her full height, “You should have told me how wonderful it felt to have him inside you.”
“Shut up.”
Her fangs showing when her daughter’s distress made her smile, Abigail took a few steps towards Melissa. “But he’s gone all goody goody again, hasn’t he? Tell me, are the two of you going to fuck again?”
Melissa thrust the stake in her hand into Abigail’s breast.
A look of utter surprise passing over her face, Abigail started to crumble to dust. “Fucking Bitch.”
The stake falling into the dust scattered across the floor, tears began to flow down Melissa’s cheek as she turned away and walked out through the open door.

Heading up the path leading to her house, she unlocked the door and turned to look at Damian standing behind her.
“Want to come in?” She gave him a half smile, “I don’t want to be alone.”
Following her inside, he closed the door as she looked at him. He pushed her against the wall and began kissing her, his hand moving down to unbutton her jeans.
Melissa pushed him away, “I can’t do this, it’s stupid.” She looked across at the director, “I know that HBO execs like all the swearing and the shagging, and you know I’ve never had a problem with the nudity. Hell, my character shags a different nice guy vampire every few episodes, but come on really, it’s complete crap I’ll want to have sex with the one that turned my mother only last week.” She began storming towards the exit, “Just give me a shout when you get this crap sorted out.”

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Author Bio:
Residing in Blackpool, England, I’ve authored over 70 books.
I’m also a passionate collector of celebrity autographs.
As a staunch advocate for LGBTQ rights, I incorporate this theme into my work.
My pen name honours the acting icons Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, and I encourage my readers to explore their extensive filmography. Despite some less-than-stellar movies, their commitment never wavered.
My interests span supernatural folklore and enigmatic mysteries, including alien abductions and the Loch Ness Monster.
Shows like Doctor Who, Star Trek, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer captivate me and fuel my creativity.
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