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TRANSVAMPORIA FOUR GENDER WARS Introduction: Hi once again and welcome to the fourth installment of the Transvamporia saga. By now, I shouldn't have to tell y'all to read the first three parts before this one. I will say that so far my writing has been going fairly smoothly and I have been able to get out quite a bit fairly fast. I intend to try and keep up the pace as I have this big story inside my head that needs to get out. So once again I will cut with any further ado and jump right back into our story. Interlude one: 2047 The princess waited patiently for everyone to get seated in her briefing room for what was likely going to be their last meeting before the end. The war had not been going very well, Medusa's forces had all but destroyed most of the Royal Guards as well as her protectors. Only Rebecca had remained alive, but she too would soon have to die, it saddened the princess that this was true, but it was and nothing could change that. Medusa's victory was but a matter of time; and the price of that victory would be the end of the world. The first to enter the briefing room was Rebecca, the last of the protectors. She had a sad expression etched on her immortal face, but that was easily understood as she had watched so many of her friends die and had just recently watched her life partner Dustia die before her very eyes. Next came the Princess' two advisors, Carla and Ketsia. They had also seen a lot of pain and destruction. The final person to enter the room was Gelvedia, a scientist. "I am glad that you could all make it for this meeting. I am afraid that things are as bad as you all imagine them to be. Gelvedia, could you give us an update on your work please." "Oh course Your Highness. Medusa's latest weapon as you all know is devastating and we have no defense against it. That in itself is bad, but I am afraid that I have discovered something even worse. The power source she is using is unstable, somehow she has managed to tap into energies within the magma ocean that the Earth's crust floats on. Well, she is harnessing these energies by channeling them into a vortex that allows centripetal force to further concentrate them. Well, she then harnesses the cast off energies from the external of the vortex. Now, you need to understand that once she developed this vortex, she has not had to expend any more energy at all, it sustains itself, that was the beauty of this energy source." "Interesting, why don't we just shut it down and cut her off from it, then kick her butt," said Rebecca. "That is the problem, it can not be stopped without cutting its energy supply, which is the tectonic forces of the Earth. Now, to do that we would have to blow up the planet. However, I know that sounds awful but we have an even bigger problem. The vortex is getting stronger and I have discovered that it is beginning to cause slight fluctuations in the very fabric of space and time. If it is not stopped, we will be looking at a time hole." "A time hole, they are but fiction aren't they?" "No Ketsia they are not. Time holes have been proposed as far back as 2012, but it was always agreed that if one where to develop, it would only mean one thing and that is the end of the universe. You see, a stable time hole will swallow time and thus effectively stop everything. The universe would be frozen in the time of its creation, and effectively cease to exist as time is a condition of existence. This vortex if not stopped will create a time hole and everything in the universe will cease to exist. Armageddon is here if we fail, we have to destroy the Earth or everything is gone, the universe is at stake here." The room was silent as everyone reflected on what was said. They knew it was bad, but now they knew it was worse. "Okay, we need to get plans together to destroy the world. I am sure that when I say destroy it, I mean we have to blow it up into little pieces. That is our primary task, now I do have another idea that may just save this world. Rebecca you will stay behind with me and I will discuss it only with you as secrecy is of the upmost if it is to succeed." The princess waited for the others to leave before continuing, "Rebecca, I am so afraid of what Medusa has done. She is insane you know." "Believe me, I know." "She knows the world is going to end as well, she has this same information that Geldvedia gave to us. Amazing though, my spies tell me that she is studying it, trying to figure out how to make it work without this nasty side effect for the next time." "The next time?" "Yes, it seems that Medusa is planning on escaping before the end." "Escaping, but where? Is not the universe going to end?" Rebecca said with a bewildered look on her face. "Not where, but when is the more appropriate answer. She is going to escape backwards into the past so that she can destroy the world again, but on a tighter schedule since time will end in 2048. I believe that she will try to create her vortex again, but earlier in time. " "This is absurd, she has successfully seen to it that this world will end, and that is not enough for her that she has to go back in time and do it again." "I know Rebecca, but we too will send a warrior back in time to try and stop her. We will also send information back that will be delivered to the Great Mother of us all. The truth shall be known and I have an idea about how to do that. We just need to find us a prophet to deliver my words to Shahluka." "I may know a perfect person for the job. I have a man stashed away that I had liberated from one of the breeding banks. He is old, and I think would make a wonderful prophet." "Very well then, I will write the book that he will deliver to her. I shall fill it with our history and the visions I have received in my dreams." "Without your dreams, Medusa would have defeated us a long time ago. You are the second vampire I have ever met with the gift of dreams. You are the Chosen One, but she was special too, I miss my childe, I miss Cheyenne." "I know Rebecca, I miss her too." Part 1:Strategy The year was now 1978, though the New Year was almost around the corner. It had been close to a year since the night that I had burned Medusa and strangely things remained quiet. Shahluka called it a calm before the storm, but as day stretched in to weeks, which stretched into months, I just felt like maybe it was over; maybe we were free of Medusa. However, Cronthos was always quick to point out that she was at it again making vampires. It was hard to even imagine just how many she had made, just how big her army had become. It was too scary as we all knew that hell could break loose at any minute and that Medusa had too much time to concoct a major plan. When she struck, it was going to be hard, and I felt like the world itself might even quiver. Dustia was an amazing vampire, he adapted to being a female very easily and even now I had a hard time remembering that he was once a man, almost like myself, my maleness was becoming almost all but dead. I would probably forget about it completely if I didn't have Claude coming to me continuously in my dreams. They didn't really offer me too much more information, though sometimes I did glimpse some sort of energy vortex whatever that was. Dustia also seemed to be hitting it off really well with Rebecca, I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up together. As for Cronthos and I, we kept our distance, I still thought about him, but we both knew it wasn't right and held ourselves back. Though, for him the reason was more or less in line with the fact that a relationship with him would be very sticky in the eyes of the council. I had different reservations, I was a guy still, and as long as there was still a chance to become male again, I could not allow myself to fall back into a female role from which there might be no recovery. However, the temptation was certainly there and I was surely willing to accept at least that aspect of this whole transformation. The phone rang in Rebecca's main hall, her and Dustia had headed out for the hunt, so I answered it. It was in a way really strange as I had never actually heard her phone ring before. "Hello," I said almost feeling human, the simple pleasure of answering a phone reminding me of my lost humanity. "Cheyenne," said the voice. It was a woman's voice, though I did not recognize it. "I have a message for you," said the voice. "Who are you? How did you get this number?" "The Men's Club on Fifth Avenue, Medusa will strike there tonight." She hung up. So, Medusa was back in action, but who was that and why did she warn me? It had to be a trap, Medusa was famous for her traps and so far I had managed to escape everything she has thrown at me. I should have waited for Rebecca and Dustia to return, but that would have been the safe way to play it. I was far too reckless to play it safe, I knew that and so did Medusa, especially if this was a trap. I stormed out of the Rebecca's house, I was going to the Men's Club. The Men's Club was an exclusive membership club that catered to men only. I knew where it was since I had actually been a member four years ago when I was a young doctor. Looking as I did now, I knew that getting in would be a problem though with a little bit of hypnosis I was sure that I could overcome that small hurtle. I was not ready for what was going to actually happen. I was walking towards the front of The Men's Club, I could tell that it was fairly busy in there tonight as the scent of mortal blood was strong enough for me to smell from a block away. They had a gym, and when mortals worked out, their blood scent became much stronger, well at least to a vampire. I started to be a very bad feeling about this as I approached the building. When I was no more than ten feet from the door, I heard a distinctive click and then a roar as The Men's Club blew up. It was a flash of fire and debris and a force of hot air that threw me across the road. A shower of bricks and debris showered down on me. I pulled myself up to a standing position making sure that I wasn't on fire, I did not want to burn again, that for a vampire, is intense pain. There was a pile of bricks and debris where the Men's Club had just stood previously. I reached out with my senses to see if anyone had survived the blast, no one had. I walked over to the mess and noted that a few body parts where strewn in with the debris. A few small fires also burned, but this explosion had been so fast and complete that it pretty well blew out its own fire. Whoever did this, knew what they were doing and wanted to ensure maximum carnage. I had no doubt that it was Medusa, but why didn't she make sure I was inside if she wanted to kill me. "Don't move, FBI, we have you surrounded," boomed a voice amplified by a loud speaker. A spotlight illuminated me from a helicopter. I noted that there was a small army of mortals all around me, how did I not notice them before. I had been set up, Medusa was playing a very interesting game. Now, I had to escape her real trap now, if only I was strong enough to fly. Oh well, I would have to do this the hard way. I made a motion as though I was about to draw a gun and they opened fire on me. I allowed myself to fall to the pavement and willed my heart to stop so that they would believe that I was dead. This was going to be too easy, I thought. The agents moved in on me cautiously and as they did, I picked up a stray thought from on of them. He was planing on decapitating me, he was one of Medusa's agents. Oh well, a lot of FBI guys were about to pee their pants. I opened my eyes and leapt to my feet completely taking the agents by surprise. They were close enough that to open fire on me again would endanger them. I made a dash for a nearby police car that had just pulled up. I was able to move fast enough that no one could really catch me and easily dodged agents to reach the car. A bullet entered my right shoulder, as someone must have had a clear shot. I pulled the cop out of his car and jumped in closing the door and locking it. I floored the gas petal and screamed out onto the street. Sirens filled the night air as the pursuit began. I looked into my rearview mirror to see that I had at least fifteen or twenty cars in pursuit. The helicopter had its light on me and I could hear another one approaching. I could also hear other cars maneuvering in to cut me off at the next intersection. This was not going to be easy, I was really beginning to respect Medusa's traps. Okay, I thought, a way out without revealing that I am a vampire and getting myself in even more trouble with the council. I neared the intersection and just as I knew, three cars pulled out to form a barricade. I kept my foot on the gas and prepared to ram them, I aimed my car at the front hood section of the middle car, I was hoping to spin the car and create a way out. I noticed the radio was talking about me, I listened in as I prepared my move. "Suspect is not slowing down, she is going to ram the roadblock." "Affirmative, we will set up stronger measures at the next intersection." Oh really I thought, I had another plan. Then they began shooting at my car, no doubt hoping to hit the tires. My back windshield blew inwards, that was a little high for a tire shot I thought. The shots stopped as I entered the intersection. A loud bang filled the night air as I hit their barricade doing close to 100 miles-per-hour, the force of the impact may have killed a mortal, it certainly shook me up. The police car's bonnet buckled as it pushed aside the barricade. The car I hit fared even worse as it was not only pushed aside, but it flipped and rolled a couple of turns hitting a blue US post box. Letters began to rain down on the barricade as I continued and they open fire on me again. I knew this car wasn't going to last too much longer, the fan was probably crumpled and not working and the gages were all ready in the red as to temperature. The roadblock at the next intersection was up and in place, twelve cars and they had begun to shoot at me from that direction too. A few of the bullets even seemed to have come from the helicopters. Another helicopter had joined them as well, but I think it was a media helicopter. Well, I was hoping that the car would hold out long enough to pull off a possible way out as I stared at the plate glass windows of a small downtown mall. I turned the car towards them and gunned the engine for the last time. Glass shattered as the beat up cop car flew through the glass plate window of the Plaza 12 mall. My engine blew up inside of the bonnet as the glass crashed to the floor and the evening shoppers scrambled to get out of my way. Smoke was spewing forth as I brought the car to a stop skidding sideways at the same time. It was amazing that I did not hit anyone, but I still was not out of the water yet, as the police and FBI started swarming in through the new mall entrance I had created. Shoppers were screaming and crying as they were probably in a state of shock. I began to run, remembering to not run too fast as I still though I could protect my vampire secret. The police kept shouting at me to stop, but I had no intention of doing that, and they couldn't shoot in her with all the shoppers out buying their Christmas treasures. I made it to the escalators that went to the second floor, and the mall security guards were waiting for me at the top of them. I chuckled to myself thinking that these morons had no idea how ridiculous they were if they thought they were going to bring down me down when so far the police force and the FBI couldn't. I ran at them up the escalator at them, the shoppers were very easy to part, though a few of them yelled a couple of choice words at me. As I reached the top, I pushed through the guards just as easily and with just enough force that they would know how out matched they really were. I then began my run through the crowds to my destination, the entrance to the office towers. As I neared them, I waited a second to make sure the police knew where I was going. My plan depended on that very aspect. Once they saw me enter the office towers, I bolted up the steps towards the roof a mere 28 stories up. As I reached the roof, I had to break through a lock on the door, but I was very careful not to let the helicopters see me, they were just circling around the complex training their spotlights on various aspects of the roof. I could see another helicopter approaching, it was another swat team, they would be no doubt be landing on this roof. Well, I wasn't going to be here by the time they did. I may not have been able to fly, but I could jump quite far and if I really ran at it, I figured that I could traverse the Avenue and land on the roof of that slightly shorter building across the street. The police were going to be wondering just where I got too, oh well, at least my secret would be safe. I waited for my chance, the spotlights moved over to the other section of the roof, and it was all clear, I ran as fast as I could and gave it my all as I leapt out over the night sky. As I sailed across the street, I quickly realized that I was not going to make it, I was not going fast enough. However, I was still with enough forward momentum that I was able to come crashing in through one of the glass windows just two stories down from the roof. Glass showered inward as I tumbled into an office room where a board meeting had been going on. I landed on the their long table shattering it from the force of my impact. Papers went flying as businessmen flung themselves away from the table. Between the broken window, and the papers flying out it, it drew the attention of one of the spotlights, which light me up as I stood up shaking the glass off of me. I didn't need my vampire senses to tell me that they recognized me, and that the police now knew where I was. "Sorry about the mess," I said as I left their board room looking for the staircase up to the roof of this building. The door was also locked, but I easily broke through it. I looked across to the roof I had just been on and noticed that the SWAT team was re-boarding their helicopter, no doubt to come over here. I was running out of options, another roof jump was not going to work, I need some new transportation. I wondered how hard a helicopter would be to fly. Now, I need to lure one of those helicopters close enough to jump on to it. No problem, I would just surrender. I walked right out into their spotlight with my hands raised above my head. A bullet hit me in the leg, those morons where still shooting at me. The shots stopped momentarily as the SWAT helicopter moved in to land. I didn't want to have to deal with them, I just needed one of those other helicopters to move in a little closer. As the SWAT one set down, I got my wish as a FBI helicopter moved in to cover the SWAT team as they disembarked. I made my move and made a running jump at the FBI helicopter. I hit my mark, catching its landing apparatus. The agents inside were stunned that I made it as well as the SWAT team on the roof. However, as I started pulling myself up, they opened fire on me pointblank. The first bullet put a hole in my hand and the second one caught me in the chest. I pulled myself the rest of the way up only to get two more bullets in my chest. I knocked the gun away from one of the agents while the other shot me in the back. The bullet went straight through me and out my front and into his partner. The pilot was trying to land us on the roof with the SWAT team. I threw the agent who had just shot me in the back against his partner and then picked up his gun. I aimed it at the pilot. "Don't land, take us out over the harbor!" I made sure he saw my eyes so that he would be compelled to obey. I then picked up the agent who had shot me in the back and bit into his heck. I need blood to heal from all the damage that they had done to me with their bullets. I did not drain him completely, he was going to live. The pilot did as he was told, and I had him take me down low enough to dive into the sea water without too high of a fall. I had commanded him to forget everything he had saw just before I dove. I then swam to shore and made my way back home. The phone was ringing again as I entered Rebecca's house, I had a sinking feeling that it would be that same voice. However, as soon as I picked it up, I heard the familiar voice of Jeannette, now Medusa since she had stolen Jeannette's body. "Congratulations Cheyenne. You eluded my trap rather well, I am sure the police will be scratching their heads over that one for quite a while." "Medusa, I knew you would eventually crawl out from under a rock." "Oh my, such hostility, you are indeed a remarkable vampire." "Your trap tonight, what were you hoping to accomplish, the police would not have been able to hold me and your agent would not have had a chance to decapitate me. It seemed like a complete waste of time to me, very senseless too. You killed probably close to a hundred mortals just so I could get some exercise in a police chase. Medusa you have lost it, perhaps you haven't recovered fully from that fire." "That did hurt, and don't worry, I will get you back for that Cheyenne. However, the mortals I killed with my bomb were actually part of another plan. Framing you, well I was hoping that you would have ended up exposing to the world the existence of vampires. You see it was an attempted exposure my dear. Oh well, no big loss, the world will know soon enough I guess." "Medusa, don't be crazy, mortals will destroy us if they know about us." "Not if they are all women," Medusa said as she hung up. All women, she was crazy, but she did have her gender elixir that could conceivably do just that. Medusa was definitely up to no good and we knew that she was not going to stay underground forever. But whatever she was planning to do was insane and somehow we would have to stop her. Our concerns over finding The Chose One would have to be put aside for the moment; Medusa was a ticking bomb. "Hey there, yikes; Cheyenne, you look like shit," said Dustia as she walked in the house. I was still wearing my bloodstained bullet-hole ridden rags now as I guess you couldn't call them clothes anymore. "I ran into a little trouble earlier," I said as I noticed Rebecca walk in. "Trouble, they had some trouble downtown, what a mess there are police everywhere and apparently a building blew up." Rebecca almost seemed excited about relating this news to me. "I know, I was there thanks to our old friend Medusa." "Cheyenne, you amaze me, I have never met a vampire before that can somehow get into as much trouble as you seem to be able to find. And just what did you do to rile up the police like that?" "It was one of Medusa's traps, she blew up the building. Then she framed me for it, somehow arranged for an army of police to catch me, and then I escaped destroying a police car, part of a mall, and quite a few windows while the whole time protecting our secret from the mortals." "Wow Cheyenne, you were never this wild when I use to know you before we became undead," said Dustia smiling broadly. "Well, to top off things, Medusa has our phone number and has bragged a bit to me about her plans. I think she intends to use her elixir to rid the world of males and from the sound of things, I think she plans to strike soon." "I agree, she is crazy and this waiting around for her is all but playing into her hands. We need to take action, I think we need to take the battle to her," Rebecca said with an almost childish excitement to her voice. This woman craved battle, no wonder Shahluka had chosen her as a protector of The Chosen One. Cronthos then appeared as he walked in, my heart fluttered at the sight of him. He looked me over for a minute making me wish that I had gotten changed into something with less bullet holes in it. "We have a problem. Nice get up Cheyenne," he said making me blush, "I'm sure there is an interesting tale behind it. Anyway, I have just met with the council and we tried to determine just how many vampires Medusa has made and the results of this are just staggering. She most likely has an army of about a thousand vampires and we tend to concur that she may be getting ready to attack or do something. We really aren't sure just what yet." "Cronthos, a thousand vampires, how can we even hope to go up against such odds and survive?" Rebecca almost seemed scared. "Well, the council has authorized a few concessions to help us and they are also trying to get us some help." "So they are calling in the Calvary," said Dustia. "They are indeed, but we are still on our own till then." "What other concessions have they given us?" "Well Rebecca, they have given me permission to share my blood with Cheyenne under one condition that Cheyenne has to agree to." "What condition?" "Well Cheyenne, my blood will make you a lot stronger and this concerns the council. You still are to stand trial after this is all over and they fear that if you are made stronger that you will run and not abide by their judgement. They want you to be blood bound to me so that I can assure them that you will not escape." "Blood bound, what is that?" I asked. "A vampire marriage," said Rebecca looking almost as stunned as I was. "Marriage, are you serious?" My heart was not completely repulsed at the idea. "Yes, that is their decree. Vampire marriages are extremely rare; as being immortal, they are forever. Once bound, we remain so until one of us dies, there is no way to become unbound." "But how does this ensure that I do not run?" "If we are bound, then I will by law be required to accept your punishment in your place and if you were to run, that would certainly be a death sentence." "Wow, and you want to be bound to me?" "I am willing to do it Cheyenne." "Really?" I was getting a little hot thinking about it. I shouldn't accept this though, it certainly would put a hamper in my chances to become male again. However, it would maybe give me the strength I need to defeat Medusa. "Cheyenne, I feel for you and I can think of quite a few other vampires I would never even consider binding myself too," he looked at Rebecca as he said that. "Still Cronthos, I use to be a man, I am still trying to regain that. This binding would hamper that, my dream." I felt disappointment saying that as a big part of me wanted to be Crontho's wife. "Only death would terminate a binding. If you regained your masculinity, we would still be bound." "But I would be a guy, and you are a guy." "Cheyenne, I have walked this earth for thousands of years and one thing I have learned is that gender is but a physical thing. Male or female, it really is irrelevant on the quality of love that can exist between a loving couple no matter what they are. I would still love you even if you were a man." "How could I not love you, you are so wise, you are very beautiful to me and I guess you would still be so even if I regained my lost manhood. I can't believe it but I am going to agree to this marriage." I said it, I was going to do it. I guess I really felt that the chances of ever becoming male again were so close to zero that to deny myself happiness was really a foolish pursuit. Would it be so bad if I remained female? "We will do it tomorrow night then. Rebecca, Dustia, I must ask that you sleep elsewhere today, Cheyenne is to have no contact with any other vampire except for me through the entire Bounding process." "How long is that?" Rebecca didn't seem to mind losing her house, and she was a little amused over my pending marriage. "All night tomorrow night is required, so you will have to sleep elsewhere for the next two days." We spent the rest of the night just talking and chatting. We tried to stay away from the whole Medusa topic as soon we all realized that Medusa would be a major topic, after the marriage. As the day neared, Rebecca and Dustia left to head off to wherever they had planned to stay for the next two days. Cronthos also bid me a good night just before dawn and headed off to sleep somewhere in the house while I retired to my room. I was a little scared about the Binding, but soon forgot about it as the sun rose and the darkness of sleep claimed me. I found myself on the foggy plain of my dreamscape. I had not had many dreams for quite a while during the calm that we had experienced. I guess, though, that was about to change since the calm was over. I looked around to see who was going to be the first to confuse me, as these dream people tended to speak in riddles and such. I was not expecting to see me standing before me. "Are you me?" I asked me. "I am you or maybe I am not you. Perhaps you are him," she said pointing to Claude as he materialized in the fog. "What do you mean?" "Cheyenne, sometimes something too good to be true is a trick. Remember that you are you, not me or him, but you." She disappeared. "Hello Cheyenne," said Shahluka from within the fog. "Great Mother, how do I stop Medusa? Am I doing the right thing with Cronthos?" "You must answer that yourself, I will say that I would be proud to have you marry my son. I have more important things to tell you though and time is short. Battle is upon you, Medusa's forces will strike very soon. You must win this battle, but not in the conventional way. Things are not always as they seem, sometimes you need to ask why? Sometimes you need to seek out the motivation and only then will you be armed to fight the real battle." Interlude two: 2047 "Princess, you said that we were going to send a warrior back in time to fight against Medusa. I would like to volunteer for that duty." Rebecca said this to the princess with a sad look etched within her eyes. The princess had considered sending Rebecca back in time, but since Dustia died, Rebecca's spirit was all but broken. She would not be a choice candidate, she would though buy the time necessary to accomplish the journey. "Rebecca, my dear Rebecca, I can not send you back in time, you will accomplish a great deal more here to ensure our cause." "But, who is this warrior you speak of then, who is left?" "I will be the warrior, I am going to be the one to go back in time." "But princess, you are not a warrior, you are a ruler." "I am a vampire, I think I can manage." "You are headstrong like Cheyenne." "That is a compliment, Cheyenne was a very remarkable vampire, she sired me didn't she." "Oh yes princess, our Chosen One, Cheyenne did give you the dark gift, but as you will recall, she also gave you so much more." Rebecca smiled as she remembered her old friend. "Yes she did, to fight side by side with her against Medusa will be the greatest moment of my life." "What about a paradox, this whole time travel thing is a concept that always confused me." "Rebecca, I am going back in time to change the past, however, I will be careful not to let any real horrible paradox type things occur." "What if this time Cheyenne doesn't die?" "I think that Cheyenne will still die, it is her destiny and I can not allow her to live as that would create a paradox indeed." Part 2: Diversionary Tactics I slowly opened my eyes as the sun sank below the horizon to mark the beginning of night; the domain of the vampire. This was just not another night, this was the night that I was to be bound to Cronthos in a vampire marriage ceremony. It was a night that I would have to say goodbye to the last of my masculinity as entering into this marriage was certainly to be a deathblow to what was left of Claude. My dreams of Claude and how I had to kill him, I understood them that night, or so I thought. I would later find out that they held a completely different meaning, but that is something I was not to learn until much later. As I rose from my bed, I wondered just what this ceremony would entail, I had never been married before even as a mortal. I had thought about it on a few occasions, but my career had always been more important. The engagement that had been broken back when I was framed for murder by Rebecca, really was more for show than for anything else. The sad truth is that if she had gotten in the way of my career, I would have probably broken it off with her. Wow, that seemed like such a long time ago, back when I was Claude. It was funny, but thinking back, as Claude I was a life saving doctor, and now as Cheyenne I was a life-taking vampire. The funny part though is that I was turning into a better person now than I could ever have hoped to become as Claude. Claude may have saved lives, but he was shallow and weak minded, heck he had tried to commit suicide. Cheyenne was an empowered woman, confident, strong and even cocky. Sure she took lives, but she inspired to save the world. Her heart was a good one, and I was beginning to see just that. As I opened my bedroom door, I noticed that the main dining section of Rebecca's house was alight in candlelight. I felt the warm pulsing glow of many flickering candles as they warmed my heart since I knew they were for me. I was not use to having anyone go out of their way for me, and here this beautiful man had gone to a lot of trouble for me; If I was only slightly in love with Cronthos, what I saw in the den pushed me the rest of the way. The walls were lined with intricate almost gothic candlesticks that had long tapered white candles burning brightly in each. The song of their flicker was a love song and the instrument this song played in sync with was my heart as it pulled on my heart's strings. In the center of the room, was a round table that had a Victorian lace table clothe that was so white, there were more candlesticks on it as well, though these burned with bright blood red candles. There were rose petals sprinkled all over the floor and on the table, their scent was nicely intertwined with the scent of the candles. My heart began to weep, as did I; this was just so beautiful. "The tears of a goddess," said Cronthos as he had somehow entered the room without my knowledge. His hand brushed the blood tears off of my cheeks. I looked into his eyes, he was so handsome, his greenish yellow eyes where so captivating, I wanted to enter his stare and stay there forever. He was dressed in Victorian garb, very dashing with the ruffles and the whites and the lace. He smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss, my heart ached in anticipation. As our lips met, I felt like every neuron in my brain had become charged as the electricity flowed between our kiss. I was putty in his hands, I wanted him to touch me, everywhere. "First my love, you need to be dressed properly for the occasion, I have brought you something a little more appropriate," he said as our lips parted. I didn't want to get dressed, I just wanted him, but he was right and I agreed taking the box he had for me. It was a dress, very white, very Victorian, with petticoats, gloves and even a corset. I decided not to put on the corset, as my waist was small enough since vampires didn't have cellulite or fat for that matter. Getting into the petticoats was interesting enough, I was glad that women still didn't wear them. Once dressed, I quickly put a little bit of makeup on though I had to admit that the dress alone made me look stunning, maybe the petticoats where with it. Cronthos was waiting for me standing like the Lord of a great Manor, very aristocratic looking indeed. He smiled very widely as he saw me, I had never seen that much emotion on his face before, I knew then that this was not just a duty for him, but that he really loved me. I started to cry again, and he rushed to envelope me in his arms, I felt safe. "My precious Cheyenne, you truly are a vampire goddess," he whispered in my ear as he started to nibble on it. "Mmmm," is all I could say. "My love, we should toast now to our union," he said as he led me to the table, there was a wine bottle there, it had not been there before I had gotten dressed. He pulled free the cork, it was not wine, I could smell the blood, and it smelled fresh. He carefully poured two glasses of his special wine for us. "To Cheyenne, my destiny, my love, my blessing." We raised our glasses and sipped the warm blood. It was very good, it was human though, not his as I first thought. "To Cronthos, the keeper of my heart, my soul mate," I said just before we drained our flutes of blood in toast. Cronthos smiled at me and I was soon in his arms and he was kissing me deeply. He then picked me up and carried me in his arms to a bedroom he had prepared for this night. The bedroom was even more spectacular than the living area from which we had come. The candles where burning like they where in the other room, but there were quite a few more and the glow was just more intense. There were also rose petals sprinkled all about, but not just red rose petals, also white. The bed itself looked very Victorian and certainly had to have come out of a fairy tale with the long carved posts, and the veils. Cronthos was certainly a romantic and I was very glad of this. He parted the veil somehow and laid me gently on the bed. He then lay down with me and our bodies became one in an embrace. The kisses were so electric and kept building in intensity. I wanted him so badly, I could feel my nipples straining against my bodice. I think he must have felt them too as his hands began to massage my breasts through the material. His touch was also as electric as his kisses where, I wanted to be out of these clothes so bad, I wanted him and I to be entwined naked. He surely sensed me desire as his hands started untying the laces on the back of my dress. I fumbled with his buttons and very quickly had his top off to reveal his chest, it was so well proportioned, chiseled like a perfect sculpture in white marble. He was pulling the dress up and over my head, I was soon free of it then he did the same with my petticoats. I undid his pants and could see that his penis was on the large size, I was glad of this, but yet it didn't seem as important as his neck was. We were now naked and our embrace was magnificently electric. "I love you," he whispered just before our mouths met again in a feverish kiss. Our tongues intertwined and I could feel that his fangs had descended as had mine. His fangs felt so sweet, so pleasurable as my tongue touched them, I wanted them in my neck, just as I wanted mine in his. His mouth left my lips and he kissed my chin while I moaned in pleasure. He then slowly kissed his way down to my neck as his hands kneaded my breasts. "Take me," I panted out. "Soon Cheyenne, soon," he was able to get out between kissing my neck. He then moved his kisses down lower and he took my right breast into his mouth. He bit in gently and I felt a little bit of my blood flow. His wound healed really fast, he had only wanted a taste. He then moved to my other breast and did the same thing. My moans echoed out as his fangs radiated out so much joy and pleasure. He then moved down further and kissed my tummy before moving in on my silken folds. I almost went crazy as he began licking down there. He then rose and moved back up to kiss me, I kissed my own blood off of his lips and chin. I tasted good, but not as good as he was going to taste. He guided his penis into me, it felt so big and good, he worked it in and out building up the pleasure waves within me. I wanted to bite him, but I knew it was not time yet, I had no idea how I knew, I just did. I moaned as the pleasure deepened and then I felt my first sexual orgasm, which was incredible, almost as good as the orgasm that comes from draining a victim dry. I moaned still, I knew he was close to orgasm too, but before he did, he pulled himself out and moved his blood soaked penis up to my mouth, I sucked my own blood off of his member and then it came, his orgasm. His throbbing organ pumped some of his blood into me and it tasted like fire, it was so powerful. He pulled his penis from my mouth and we began to kiss again, then he moved down to my neck and bit into my jugular. The pleasure was incredible, I just screamed in delight almost shaking him off of my neck. I then turned my head so that I could bite into his neck at the same time as he was drinking from me. As I broke his skin, the waves of pleasure were so intense and when his blood hit my taste buds, the pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Draining a victim paled in comparison to this, this was heaven. All of my cells were on fire with pleasure as his powerful blood bathed them. We lay like this as one, sharing the same blood for the rest of the night and into the day. I looked into my lover's eyes, as we stood on the foggy plain of my dreamscape together. He smiled at me, it was really him, I could tell, and not a dream image. "You are in my dream," I said. "Cheyenne, while we are linked in blood sex, we are but one person, this is my dream too," he said. "Cronthos, Cheyenne, I am very happy for you," said the girl who looked a little like me as she materialized out of the fog. "Thank you. But if you are here, it can not be just to congratulate us," I said. "You are wise Cheyenne, no I am afraid that the honeymoon is over for the two of you. Medusa has struck, the war has begun." "The war?" Cronthos was now interacting in this dream; that was unlike the last time he was here. "These wars will become known as The Gender Wars," you have to stop Medusa, she is even more dangerous than you can imagine." She pointed into the fog where I could see a vortex made of blue energy, then it and the girl disappeared and our dream ended. As we woke the next night, our blood was still flowing between us. As we broke apart, I felt a loss, I wanted to stay in the blood embrace forever, but we both knew that the news was not going to be good if Medusa had indeed started her war. "The others are waiting for us in the living room my love," Cronthos said as he dressed in his usual jeans and tee shirt leaving his Victorian clothes on the floor. I got up and was able to avoid the living room as I made my way back to my room naked to get some clothes. I then headed out into the living room where Rebecca and Dustia were indeed waiting. I noticed that my senses where still on fire, it was my body trying to adapt to my new power, I could imagine that the feeling would stabilize. "So how does it feel to be bound?" Rebecca asked without really seeming like she was ready to joke about it. "We are both doing great," said Cronthos as he came to my rescue. "You too missed one hell of a night," Dustia said. "The Gender Wars have begun then," I said almost under my breath but loud enough for everyone to hear me. "What went on last night?" Cronthos was business as usual. "Well, lets see, as soon as the sun went down, an army of vampires descended down on New York and started butchering mortal men." "What!" I said not quite believing what I had just heard Rebecca say. "It is true, it was a mess out there last night," Dustia confirmed. "So, our secret is out, the mortals know about us," said Cronthos rather somberly. "Well, you would think that, but mortals are very reluctant to believe it even after what happened last night," said Rebecca. "What happened exactly?" Cronthos inquired. "About One thousand vampires began a rampage in a busy shopping district. They very fast and brutal, not a lot of blood drinking. They were mostly snapping necks and even a few decapitations. Each vampire went from victim to victim to kill as many men as they could. You see, not a single woman was harmed last night. The police were very disorganized as calls were coming in from all over the city as this massacre was rather wide spread. Dustia and myself tried to do what we could; we may have killed about 20 vampires. However, we really didn't do much to help stop the death count. They killed around 50,000 men last night." "Holy shit," was all I could say. "That is not all, I am afraid, Medusa herself was nowhere to be found, I suspect that she was making new Vampires to replace the ones we killed. Also, all of these vampires where female and strong, we are going to need a lot of help." "The council will no doubt send us some and fast after last night, do you suspect that they will strike again tonight?" Cronthos looked worried. "Probably, but you can imagine that the city is in chaos, the National Guard has been called in and everyone is being urged to stay in their homes tonight. However, I don't think that is going to stop them, Men in this city are simply not safe no matter where they are." Rebecca was right I thought, but why was she killing them, what about Medusa's elixir? Interlude three: 2048 The princess looked down on the palace, or what was left of the smoldering remains that once was the royal city, her home. Medusa's forces had destroyed her home, the game was all but over, the energy vortex was beginning to tear apart the planet, the earthquakes where almost unreal, but yet the city had been spared from them, it was on very solid ground. However, the force field they had protected it with, fell to Medusa's growing might. Her forces were now almost invincible and were threatening to even overtake the royal air base that was just outside of the city. Medusa's forces fought like they were going to be ruling this planet, she doubted that they knew about the Earth's destruction that was already beginning to happen. The planet had maybe an hour or two left in existence. Rebecca and what was left of her subjects were making their last stand in the ruins. Rebecca was well aware that her stand was suicide, but as long as she bought the princess and the prophet enough time to launch, then her death would mean something. The prophet, the man that Rebecca had freed from a breeding bank had no idea how to fly a shuttle, she was going to have to fly his by remote control and just hope he could land it when he arrived into the past. The plan itself was risky, as they were going to use the time holes formation and the temporal disruptions to escape the present. In theory, it worked, but the princess only hoped that in reality it did work. The prophet had to arrive at the right time or else he would completely miss Shahluka in those years after Atlantis sunk and that would not do. She checked all the systems, her launch would be a go, from the remote, she could see that the Prophet's systems all checked out as well. They were ready for ignition and she keyed in the ignition sequence as Rebecca screamed out while a sword decapitated her. Medusa's forces began to rush the airfield. The princess checked the countdown, still 30 seconds to go and from the look of things, that might not be enough time. Medusa's vampire army moved very fast closing in on the shuttles, they were instructed by Medusa that these shuttles were under no circumstance to take off, and they would see to it that Medusa's wishes were followed. The princess figured that the vampires would reach the shuttle ten seconds before the engines fired, that would give them plenty of time to damage the ship, perhaps making it topple which would no doubt be their goal. But what could she do from inside the shuttle, there had to be something that would save her mission. Then it dawned on her, the Prophet may have needed Oxygen, but she was a vampire, she could survive without it, she began to jet her oxygen, which ignited from the heat of the engines, which were only moments away from igniting. The oxygen flared into a hot plasma state, which vaporized the frontline of the charging vampires. The others halted briefly in confusion, and the engines ignited as the two shuttles blasted off. The princess stopped venting her oxygen, amazingly she had only burned off about half of her supplies, if she wasn't a vampire, this same ploy would have worked. There were no more problems for the princess as they made a clean break from the Earth's gravity. She steadied her ship and plotted a course out away from the planet, she had to get them on the far side of the moon to be a safe enough distance away from the Earth for when it blew up. They were just reaching the required distance beyond the moon's orbit when a proximity alarm went off. They were not alone, it could only be Medusa. As if in answer to that, Medusa fired a pair of plasma missiles at the princess and her Prophet. As the missiles closed in on them, the Earth blew up. Part 3: The layers of an onion; Medusa's journal. So far things have pretty well gone as I have planned, not to say that Cheyenne has a habit of surprising me every now and then. She never seemed to be this smart the first time I conquered the world. But then again, this time, things have already been changed in the time line, so in a sense, it was almost like starting out with a new canvas. A canvas that I would be God over, I was going to paint this world in my image; that was my destiny. So far, I had played my hand rather tight; for one thing, I did not intend to do this again, this would be the last time, this time I would find a way to control the vortex once I created it. The first time, I was but a human, vampires did not even exist in that world, I failed miserably at conquering the world, but I did discover the vortex and time travel. That time I destroyed the Earth in the year 2059, it saddened even me, but the beauty of it was that I could escape back in time and do it right. When I returned to the past, I had way overshot where I wanted to go, heck Atlantis was a real continent in that time, they had marvelous technology. I even met Shahluka, the Great Mother of the vampires. It was partly my quest for youth that that resulted in the discovery of the vampire condition. I should have become the first vampire, but to be eternal in an older body, well that was unacceptable. I let Shahluka make the transition and Mother the race of vampires. I was use to being denied my just rewards, what was one more time. Age was of great concern to me and I began to study astral projection and body transference, I was a natural at it and very soon I was able to discard my old shell and move into a new one. I always killed my old body after the transfer, I would not do to have them living and possibly exposing me, or even worse have them learn the art and attempt to reclaim their body. Over the centuries, I lived many lives, all the time working towards my goal of world domination. I was usually female since that was my original gender, but sometimes I was male if it suited my needs. I controlled some world events as I went along, especially any that would interfere with my plans. In my second timeline and attempt at world domination, I actually had to work behind the scenes to keep Hitler from winning World War Two. He almost pulled it off, he had actually completed the atom bomb first, but I as a vampire stole his prototype and many key pieces to the research that put him far enough behind for the Allies to win the war. He did though modify my plans, his idea of a perfect race was a good one, but race was not the problem, gender was. A world of women would indeed be perfect. I swore to make that a reality and I did however the vortex destroyed the world again in 2048 this time. I escaped once again into the past and here I am getting ready to conquer the world again and hopefully not destroy it. "My Queen," said a humble vampire as she kneeled before me. "You show respect Carmen, I like that, what news do you bring me of our efforts?" "As you expected, the men are staying off of the streets and our forces are taking them in their houses. This is slowing down the death count considerably. The National Guard has gotten into a few skirmishes with some of our soldiers; they were ineffective against us." "Yes, but what of our friends, what are they doing?" "They are trying to hunt us down in the city, they have killed some of us, but we are trying to elude them the best that we can while completing the mission." "How about Cheyenne, do you have a status report on her?" "No my Queen, she has not been reported on." "That is not something I wanted to hear, She needs to be found, I want an eye kept on her, but do not engage her in combat, she is mine! This war is but a peel on a great onion, underneath that peel is another layer, she must not be privy to that layer, she must not find out that the war is but a distraction, a ruse to keep the vampires busy while the real plan still proceeds." I dismissed Carmen, she was a great asset to me in my plans, and both her and Taylor would make great generals once the real war began. Taylor was one of the more interesting transformations that I had witnessed as a result of my elixir. Most of my army were natural females, but the better ones where transformed males like Taylor and Carmen. Taylor was a Navy seal that I had picked up in a bar, very gun ho was he. Well, I had drained him almost to death before administering my elixir and also giving him the dark gift at the same time. It was rather interesting, as both transformations seemed to compete for his body. The changes came quickly, his skin began to soften and I could hear his bones changing. I could see new shapes forming and the pus-like discharge began to exit his pours, but then as the dark gift started to compete, it actually sucked the pus back into him and it seemed like for a long moment that his body was not going to fully transform. He had small breasts and a narrow waist, but he still had a penis and his hips were not as wide as they should have been. It was amazing, both transformations seemed to be fighting each other and as a result. His body was in a state of flux, I watched his penis escalate in size as one process tried to change it into a vagina while the other process was trying to make it a very beautiful penis. I knew that the dark gift would probably win and return him to a male, but then I remembered that fateful transformation of Claude into Cheyenne. I quickly administered an estrogen shot to Taylor, and the fight ended, his body became female. His penis melted into him to form a brand new vagina and finally his hips swelled to a more acceptable size. His breasts became pert and a bunch of small changes took place as well. It was rather interesting and gave me some new information on my elixir. It seemed that male vampires would be immune to it. That was a bummer, I would just have to destroy all of them, well except for one. Cronthos, he was to become my King and rule this world with me, by my side. Cheyenne, well I had plans for her that I didn't think she would like, but she had to be punished for betraying me. Cheyenne made me into the bitter woman I became. She was going to pay bitterly for abandoning me; that was almost more important that ruling the world. I was supposed to be the princess, not that little twerp Cheyenne sired. The princess got the dark gift and I her sister was denied it, I was denied my family, I was denied my throne, and I was even denied my mother's love. Well I was going to deny the world its freedom. Interlude four: 2048 A deep rumbling begins within the Earth as energies at the apex of Medusa's vortex reach unimaginable levels. The energy vibrates like a tuning fork, which grows stronger and more intense exponentially with each passing second. The entire fluidic magma that makes up the mantle begins to vibrate and waves of magma rush into the crust of the Earth. All at once, every volcano on the planet erupts as well as thousands of new ones that tear through the crust. No place is safe from the resulting earthquakes that are too strong to have even been measured. What is left of civilization is destroyed as cities topple and land slides over land. At the junction of tectonic plates, magma bursts forth, forming instant mountains of hot rock. If the princess had of been looking at the Earth as she was passing the moon, she would have seen it darken as the volcanic almost instantaneously spanned the entire globe. As the vibrations became too intense for the planet, it blew up in a quick burst, like an exploding firecracker. There was a fireball, and then simply chunks of matter spewing out in all directions. The vortex remained, and began to collapse in on itself. Medusa stared at her planet blowing up, this was the second time she had seen it and it certainly still made her sad ,as she really didn't want to destroy the universe, it was just a nasty side effect of her conquests. She knew that she was going to have to act first to catch her time filament to escape into the past. She fired two missiles at the other two shuttles that had escaped the planet. She was sure that her sister was on one of them. She would have liked to have stuck around to see the princess die, but she didn't have the time and shot off into the past through a rupture in the space-time continuum. Plasma missiles soared across space heading straight at the princess and the other shuttle. She tried to out maneuver them, but they matched her moves. She had no choice, she started her approach of the ruptures hoping that they could get in before the missiles reached them. It wasn't going to happen, she let her shuttle fall back so that the Prophet could escape into his rupture. The missiles hit her from behind as the Prophet disappeared into the past. Her shuttle shook viscously as the plasma missiles exploded on her rear section, She heard the air rushing out into space as she had a serious hull breach. Her controls started to explode all around her, but she gritted her teeth as her shuttle fell into the rupture. Her universe ended seconds later as she and her ship floated back into time while it threatened to blow up and she frantically tried to prevent that from happening. As the ship neared the end of the time rupture, it blew up. To be continued Coming soon Transvamporia Five Secrets