Cowboys & Vampires

Friday - 11:12 p.m. - Tokyo, Japan - Friction Arena Complex

It was a surprisingly cold and foggy Friday night outside, it had been that way ever since he left Heather at home asleep with a note saying he had an errand to run and decided to head on a long lonely train ride from their loving and peaceful apartment in Kyoto, to the brightly lit and crowded city of Tokyo. Clad in a tan trenchcoat and brown cowboy hat over a white T-shirt and blue jeans was Tension's notorious scallywag cowboy and 247 champion, Clyde T. Gastin, a young man recently back from the edge of death, now searching for a young woman by the name of Babel Gilles de Rais.

Taking a cab to the arena from the train station, The Texan Cowboy walked up to the arena complex, flashed security a VIP pass from his wallet before making his way backstage, not knowing if he would find his Person of Interest at all tonight, but he had to try... For Heather's sake he had to try. He only hoped she wouldn't be too worried if he didn't come home till the next morning. But it was for the best. He wasn't here for the typical wrestling call-out, he was here to try and put a stop to Kelly Conway's obsessive grudge with Heather before the Maniac Blonde did something to hurt Heather, just like how she had ordered The Gatt Attack to ambush him. Clyde couldn't bear the thought of Nha and Sha jumping Heather and being forced to watch it.

Making his way past the curtains to step out onto the entrance stage, he saw that tonight's show had ended and many people were leaving the Friction Arena complex, which was perfect in his mind since he had business to take care of. As Clyde made his way down the entrance ramp, Clyde would spot a microphone left in the middle of the arena by someone and would slide in the ring to go grab it, making sure it was on before speaking through it.

To everyone in the back! This is Clyde Gastin of AFW Tension... I'm lookin' for a Ms. Babel Gilles de Rais... If you can hear me I'd like to have a nice friendly word with you 'bout... Your 'Ghoul'... Ms. Kelly Conway... I mean ya' no harm. I don't want no trouble and I ain't lookin' for a fight neither. I just wanna talk. Please... Clyde would say into the mic as he stared down at the entrance stage while waiting for Babel to appear, not noticing that several fans and crew members were stopping from leaving the area to see what this guy from Tension wanted fromthe kooky Self-proclaimed Vampire of Friction of all people.

There was a long pause as the crowd waited in anticipation. An unusual scene but soon they became restless as the self proclaimed Mistress of the Night failed to show. But after about a good, solid minute, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddn-5uKH6MU:1gjrn1f5]Music began to play.[/url:1gjrn1f5] The crowd cheered mildly, thankful for something to happen as out from the entrance emerged the white clad vampiress.

She had a microphone in her hand and a bright smile on her face, looking very eager as she skipped down the ramp and then crawled in the ring. When she was inside, she tilted her head and looked at Clyde. "What mortal dares disturb my slumber!?" She chirps with a wide grin as she eyes Clyde. She was really confused with all this and really had no idea what was going on. A PA had luckily found her and prodded her towards the arena entrance where she now stood.

Clyde got just as restless as the crowd in attendance, perhaps more as he tapped his foot on the mat impatiently while waiting for Babel to appear, hoping she'd appear, hoping she was even here. It bothered Clyde quite a bit and he wasn't even sure this girl was going to show up. Clyde was tempted to take off but then he heard some music begin to play and out came Babel, causing Clyde to sigh a bit, trying to relax himself. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be easy.

Watching Babel enter the ring before she addressed him, Clyde stuttered for a moment, not knowing what to say to Babel's words at first before he finally spoke. "Uh...C-Clyde T. Gastin of Liberty, Texas!" Clyde would declare before he kneeled down a bit in front of Babel. "Sorry if I woke ya... But I have a favor to ask of ya, Ma'am." Clyde would say in rather polite manner to Babel.

"Your...Ghoul... Kelly Conway... Won't leave my girl alone... You're her mistress, right? Can't you tell her to leave Heather Sunderland alone? To stop stalkin', callin' her out and tryin to pick fights with her? He'd ask with some agitation in his voice.

Babel listened to Clyde's words with a cheerful, open mouthed grin on her face. It seemed as thought Clyde's words made Babel happy but Babel was almost incapable of showing emotions that weren't smiling. "I am her Mistress!" She declared boldly, jutting her finger into the air proudly.

Babel then tilted her head. "I see. So you plead for the maiden's pitiful life, do you? Have you come to take her place? You don't look very tasty, human." She declared as she went up to Clyde and pushed a hand against his neck as if inspecting some cattle. "I might be able to allow you to take her place." She added, almost off handedly. "If you beg like the rotten skin sack you are and kneel before the one true Mistress of the Night!"

Clyde would immediately scowl and grit his teeth at Babel as she referred to Heather's life as 'pitiful'. Such a comment would easily rile him up, but he'd let it go. His lips then curled into a frown when Babel said he didn't look very tasty, able to guess what she meant seeing as he knew a few things about her and this 'Vampire Gimmick' she liked to live out by constantly playing pretend.

Although his hopes and mood seemed to rise up when Babel said she might allow him to take Heather's place, they would immediately get shot down by what she was proposing he'd do. "B-Beg!?" He'd let out in disbelief before releasing a frustrated groan. Clyde was a very proud person, to kneel down to this little girl and beg like a dog would be downright humiliating. His Pride meant such so much to him, but for his lover's sake he'd swallow it.

With a deep sigh, Clyde got down on both knees in front of Babel and bowed down in front her, placing his forehead on the mat, now laying at her feet. "P-P-Please... M-Ms. Gilles de Rais... M-Mis... M... Mistress of the Night... Spare Heather from your Ghoul and let me t-take her place... P-Please... I beg of you... L-Let this R-Rotten S-Skin Sack take her place..." Clyde would mutter out as best he could to Babel, not knowing what was going to happen but hoping it make life easier his wife-to-be.

Babel watched as Clyde began to prostrate himself before the petitte French vamp. Her eyes carefully looked him over and she began to lick her lips. Suddenly she felt a rumble in her tummy and was getting a little antsy with the pleasantries. But when Clyde was finished, Babel grinned even brighter.

"That is the sort of behavior that all mortals should bestow upon me!" She declared with a bright grin. Babel then clapped her hands together loudly. "I will inform my ghoul that she is to leave this woman alone since you so graciously decided to exchange your soul for hers. Now! Stand up, thrall! Your new Mistress is about to grace you with the greatest gift you could ever receive!"

Clyde felt miserable doing this. It took every ounce of his will to forget his pride and subject himself to Babel the way he did. He absolutely hated what he had chosen to do, but part of him felt that it all be worth it if Kelly would leave Heather alone for good now.

To Clyde's relief, Babel gave him exactly that and declared that she would tell Kelly to leave Heather alone, causing the Texan to smile a bit despite the shame he felt. Babel was putting this so dramatically by saying he was exchanging his soul for Heather's. But that sounded about right. He was happy in a way, very relived, but also frustrated now that he had subjected himself to Babel, his Mistress now. He hated the idea of serving her and calling her Mistress. But maybe it was for the best.

With a troubled look on his face, Clyde did as Babel commanded and stood up on his feet in front of the girl, his head hanging down a bit. This really sucked.

Babel looked Clyde over as he stood up. She grinned at him and lifted up her hand. She slid it under his shirt to feel his chest. Her fingers traced his chest and stomach, feeling if he had muscles. She only lingered a little while before she brought her hand away.

She then brought it up and pushed the it bodies together so she was pressed against Clyde's chest. Babel pushed his hand up against Clyde's cheek and then slid it back so she ran her fingers through his hair. Babel then seized his hair and tried to push their faces close so their lips almost touched and she looked into his eyes.

"This will be the greatest moment of your life.' Babel said with a grin as her eyes fluttered close and she opened her mouth as if she was gonna kiss him. But she'd instead turn her head and try and sink her teeth deep into his neck.

When Babel got her hand up and slid it under his shirt, Clyde's eyes shot open a bit. Out of reflex he was tempted to remove her hand, but he knew what he had agreed to and would shut his eyes as he felt Babel's soft hand trace his body. She wouldn't find Clyde's body to be completely rock hard with a ton of muscle, but he was tone and very lean. His body would stiffen a bit as he felt Babel's small body press up against his chest, feeling her small chest mashed against the top of his abdomen, while her hand pressed against his cheek before running it through his shaggy hair before she grabbed it tightly and brought their faces so close, their lips so close now. Too Close.

This young girl surprised Clyde, he honestly didn't expect someone so young and innocent looking to be able to work him over like this, and she was. The feeling of her body against him, the way she was touching him and playing with his hair. All this made Clyde's face turn bright red as he had no choice but to stand there and let Babel have her way with him, much to his reluctance. It was all arousing to Clyde, but no matter how good it felt physically, he felt horrible internally. He didn't want to let another girl toy with him like her plaything now that he was taken. But a deal was a deal.

"...." Clyde couldn't say a word to Babel, he could only pant softly against her lips as she slowly got him going, but he would frown a bit when she claimed that this would be The Greatest Moment of His Life. "Bullshit." He thought, before closing his eyes tightly, not wanting to give Babel that kind of satisfaction in thinking that he would accept that, but he had no choice and would await her kiss, but got something else instead.

"Ahnn!!" Clyde would let out as he felt Babel teeth sink into his neck, cringing at the feeling as his eyes and mouth stood wide open while Babel fed on his neck, stunned a bit but the sudden feeling of her teeth sinking deeply into his flesh, causing him to wrap his arms around Babel's smaller body, putting his nails into her back, all out of reflex to deal with the sudden and unexpected feeling of Babel's bite, drawing a small bit of blood from his neck as she broke the skin.

Babel pressed her teeth down further once she felt the delicious irony substance touch her lips. Her tongue pressed up against Clyde's neck and began to lick it in anticipation of the blood that was about to flow.

"mmm...."

Babel moaned as she felt Clyde embrace her and his fingers in her back made her stiffen against her and bite down harder. She smiled as she sucked on his blood. One hand went down and held tightly onto his ass while her other clutched at his inner thigh.

Babel sucked for about a minute before she stepped back and looked at Clyde. "Delicious!" She exclaimed. "Now that you are my thrall, I'll settle this business. Your Mistress will take good care of you." Babel purred.

Babel then took the mic and lifted it to her head. 'Ghoul!" She barked and looked to the entrance. "Your mistress demands your presence!" She said as she stepped towards the edge of the ropes facing the entrance ramp.