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This little story is a take on the Ultimate Marvel Universe. It takes place before the Ultimates 3. It includes characters comming from all the Ultimate major comics. If you spot a mistake don't blame me it's probably poetic licence.
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This is New York, it’s nearly midnight but the city sky is still as bright as day. In the center you must recognize the Island of Manhattan with the Baxter building towering above the other skyscrapers. To the south, that tiny dot in the middle of the Hudson Bay is the Triskelion, home of the Ultimates. To the west you have the state of New Jersey, to the north you have the Bronx and further North Westchester County, NY, with a certain school for Gifted Youngsters. To the east you have Brooklyn and Queens. Now let’s have a closer look at that last one. Queens is mainly a middle class residential area, nothing exceptional to say about it. No extravagant billionaire in shiny armor, no dangerous over weighted crime lords, no ancient Norse god pot head lives here. If you get even closer you’ll see the Forest Hills neighborhood, still nothing exceptional either. Well right there, if you’re into that sort of things, west of the map, the tiny house, with the big garden, used to be home to the famous rock band “the Ramones” but they won’t take any part in our story, so let’s move on.
We’re more interested in that other street to the east. The place you should be focusing on is the second house to the north next to the one with the worried white haired middle aged lady on the porch smoking cigarette after cigarette. The third window on the second floor of that house is open and there is no light coming out. So here we are, it’s our main protagonist’s room. Mary Jane Watson is a redhead senior student at the Forest Hills High. Among her friends she’s considered a really nice girl with a strong will and a winning personality. In reality this is only a cover to hide the troubled household she lives in. She recently started going out with Peter Parker, the nephew of the middle aged smoker next door. Even more recently, he revealed her to be the infamous Spiderman. And that’s why once again, Mary-Jane Watson is staring blankly at her ceiling. She is unable to sleep, worried sick. During dinner she saw Peter on the news fighting some freak in a Mechanized Rhino suit. She has an important physics exam the next morning at eight. She knows that if she doesn’t get her nine hours sleep, which is already compromised, it will be a disaster and a disaster is clearly not what her parents need. Her bad marks have always been a great fuel for the incessant fights between them. She knows of one way to calm herself down and fall asleep. She’d rather not resort to it as it makes her a bit shameful but the situation demands it. She slips a hand under her pajama pants and starts gently rubbing her pubis. Soon, she feels the effects of her caresses. Her breath become rougher and her thighs are soaked with a mixture of her sweat and something else. She exhales her pleasure feeling the orgasm getting closer.
“What is that delicious smell?” says a mocking woman’s voice.
Panicked MJ lifts her head. Standing in the window frame she distinguishes the crouching silhouette of an athletic woman. Her eyes glow red in the dark. Mary Jane is about to scream but a tiny voice in her head commands her not to. Climbing into the room, the woman gets closer to MJ.
“Don’t stop on my account little lady, I’m only here to watch” the woman says in a smooth voice.
With a life of their own, MJ’s hands start rubbing again, even more daringly than before. A first finger slips into her pussy, followed by a second one and a third one. MJ is not used to actually finger herself, the rub is usually enough to get her where she wants. This unexpected intrusion accelerates the oncoming orgasm and she convulses on the bed in a climax the likes of which she never has experienced. The woman is now sitting by her side on the bed passing a gentle hand through her hair.
“What a magnificent mane you have, young lady. What is your name?” ask the woman
“MJ” gulps MJ
The woman grabs Mary Jane’s sticky fingers and puts them in her mouth. She closes her eyes as if she was savoring a rare delicacy. Against her knuckles MJ can feel the woman’s canines grow long and sharp. She’s still paralyzed by both the potent orgasm she just went through and the little voice in her head telling her to stay calm but on the inside she’s screaming in terror. The woman’s saliva is cold, really cold. Her tongue wipes the fingers clean. She opens MJ blouse, playing with the nip of the firm breasts of the teenager.
“The rush of sexual excitement makes the blood taste so much better you know.”The woman continues “EMe Jay, what does it stand for?” Her hand pushes MJ’s head to the side exposing her neck.
“Mary Jane” gulps Mary Jane
“Mary Jane? It’s a really nice name, too bad you won’t be using it much longer.” Her mouth opens revealing the fangs that MJ had felt. “I’m here to kill you, you see…” she goes on ”But don’t worry, it won’t hurt, you’ll actually enjoy it a lot, I promise.” she finishes, whispering in MJ’s hear.
When the fangs of the vampire pierce the soft skin of MJ’s neck she’s submerged by an intense fiery sensation of pleasure. The feeling of her blood leaving her body engulfs her with peace. In the mists of her oncoming death she spots a tall dark figure at her window. Not caring, she lets herself go adrift. But the peace and the pleasure are taken away from her when a hand pulls the head of the woman backwards. The blood abundantly flows from the wound soaking the pillow. Another hand appearing from the shadows drives what looks like a silver stake into the vampire’s heart. A pile of ashes fall by MJ’s bed. She’s overwhelmed with sadness and loneliness. By the dim glow of the streetlights, the tall figures reveals itself to be the one of a gigantic African American dressed in black leather and carrying a large assortment of weapons. He turns her head and smells the wound.
“It’s too late for you, I’m terribly sorry I didn’t get here earlier,” he says, “but I can’t let this happen. Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
MJ catches a glimpse of his teeth, he has fangs similar to the woman’s, smaller maybe but clearly not human. He picks up the stake; places it over MJ’s chest right where the heart should be. The contact of the metal burns her but she is too weak to react. As the man is about to strike he pauses, distracted by something. He turns, looking towards the window. A blue and red whirlwind catches him by the waist and throws him through the bathroom wall. In the midst of the debris of her shower, the dark man tries to stand up. Peter is standing by her bed, even though he is wearing the mask she can clearly see that he is not in his usual state. Her muscles are tensed, his jaw trembles frenetically, his fists closed.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DON’T LAY A FINGER ON HER!” Peter screams.
He jumps at the African American and starts throwing swings at his face. The whole house shakes with each punch.
“YOU DON’T GET TO TOUCH MY FRIENDS! YOU HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST ME, YOU TAKE IT ON ME!”
He goes on fisting the head of the man through the bathroom white tiles. The African American tries to raise a hand; Peter grabs it and rips the arm, throwing it across the room.
“YOU TOUCH HER YOU DIE! YOU HEAR ME, YOU DIE!”
The skull of the man emits a sudden crack but Peter continues punching the bloody pulp it has become.
MJ emits a faint moan. Peter coming back to his senses jumps to his feet, sprays some of his web on the wound to stop the bleeding and gently picks her up before jumping out the window. As they take the second leap Mary Jane sees her mother and father rushing into the room. The wind hits her face, the wound in her neck is giving her a banging headache. In her boyfriend’s arms swiftly carried away through the Queens’ night, she has a close look at Peter’s neck; she can see the veins pulsating with blood under the skin. She fades out thinking of how she would gladly sink a tooth into that.
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She dreams of herself in a leathery suit with torn stockings resting on a large sofa. She is a witness not an actor in this dream and somebody else is controlling her body. Her dress is absurd, far too slutty. She would never go out in this kind of outfit. Her skin is very pale but she doesn’t look sick, her eyes glow with the same red light she saw in the woman’s eyes. The room is actually pretty big but she can only focus on the large sofa her double is resting on. A silhouette approaches her. It’s a girl, from where she’s standing she is unable to identify who it is but she knows that person, clearly. It could be Gwen or Liz or even that new girl, what’s her name? Yes Kitty. The girl kneels by the sofa and tilts her head. MJ’s double raises from the bed, she takes the girl’s head between her hands. She leans forward and sinks two enormous fangs into the offered neck. As her teeth rip the throat and her mouth fills with hot blood MJ and the double become one.
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MJ wakes up covered in cold sweat, the sheets are soaked around her waist. She is in a hospital room. It is still dark outside but the first lights of the morning start to filtrate through the closed curtains. She tries to remember last night’s events but the dream’s images are far too powerful for her to concentrate. She contemplates the room feeling actually really great. She’s not alone. A crouching silhouette is sleeping in the armchair by the bed. At first she thinks it is Peter but instantly she corrects herself. The smell is not correct, it is her mother’s. “The smell?” she thinks. How come she can identify her mother by her smell? But the idea sticks in: the menthol from the cigarettes she smokes, the cheap perfume, the juniper wood of the gin she drinks; it is clearly her mother. She sniffs to be sure but the reassuring smell is replaced by something much more powerful, a coppery acrid aroma assaults her nose trills. The obsessing smell of blood makes her hungry and horny at the same time and that is when last night’s events start coming back to her. She remembers the woman in her room, she remembers the bite and the intense pleasure that came with it, actually simply thinking about it makes her horny. She touches her neck looking for the wound, it is heavily bandaged. It does not hurt anymore, actually it radiates with a warm energy. She then remembers the African American man and she remembers Peter, the fight and her boyfriend taking her away… She is incredibly thirsty; on the bed table she spots a glass of water. She tries to reach for it but with her movement she rips the IV in her arm. The smell of blood invades the room; she forgets about the glass of water and grabs the dripping tube. She sucks on it and sucks on it but, all too soon, nothing comes out of it anymore. She wants more, she needs more, she turns to the silhouette in the armchair but her mother is awake and is staring at her terrified. Mary Jane stands and runs away from the room. She runs through the empty corridors aimlessly, fleeing the urge, fleeing the irredeemable act she does not want to commit. Soon she emerges in the street. The nascent rays of the sun licking her skin she feels like she is burning. She rushes into a subway station nearby. The morning commuters look at her as if she was crazy. With only the hospital blouse on her, her face covered in blood she can understand why. She finds a door marked: Authorized Personnel Only. She pushes, the lock explodes. She is in a badly lit hallway, she starts running again. She eventually collapses on the floor and starts to cry.
A policewoman taping on her shoulder drags her back into reality.
“Are you all right Miss Watson? Everybody’s looking for you; your mother is worried sick.”
MJ lifts her head meeting the woman’s eyes. She is scrawny but really good looking. Taking the arm offered by the woman she stands up to find her face just a few inches away from the woman’s. The policewoman is raising her hand towards her Radio but she stops. MJ wanted her to. She takes off her cap, she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a red laced bra, she tilts her head to a side. MJ wanted her to. Mary Jane can feel her fangs grow, she can feel her arousal, she can see the blood pumping in the veins of the woman’s neck, she strikes. The blood rushes in her mouth, her pussy is soaked and the remnants of her humanity are washed away by a red tide. She drains the woman dry. The intense pleasure leaves her panting.
The sun is setting over Manhattan when MJ exits the subway. She swapped her clothes with the policewoman’s. She does not like it, she needs new clothes but she knows the night is young and that it will be the first one of many to come.
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