A Late Check In

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is the sequel to The Night Shift, which introduced rookie security guard Nikki Sanderson who had a very long first night shift. Here, following the incident at the hospital Nikki as taken the night shift at the Marriott Hotel in Midtown, Manhattan. But what seems to be an ordinary night shift, turns into a terrifying ordeal for the young guard. In the midst of the terror Nikki finds a new ally and perhaps a new direction in life. Can Nikki make sense of all this and believes what she sees? I have to thank Arc for his assistance in making this story possible. This her story...



The Lobby of the Marriott Hotel 21:00pm



"So you were telling me about your mystery girl? The pretty Chinese cheerleader?" Asked Craig Lowell, Nikki's colleague as she stood in the lobby of the Midtown Marriott. Craig was a jovial middle aged man, a widower with a daughter in the Army. He had taken the younger Nikki under his wing, recognising her potential as a security guard. He often treated her like is own blood. "Did I say she was a cheerleader? I honestly thought she was a nurse? The strangest thing is I can't remember her name?" Nikki spoke into her radio, as she watched a particularly attractive raven haired brunette walk past her dressed in an expensive black pantsuit, the woman flashed her a suggestive smirk as she walked past leaving Nikki mesmerised. Strangely the tops of her palms started to tingle. "Damn it, Nikki. How can you not remember? You take a girl out and can't even remember her name or what she does for a living." He chuckled. "It sounds like someone can't hold their liquor." Nikki still ogling the pretty brunette, took a second to reply. "Are you my father, Craig? Because you sound like him." Craig laughed. "I wouldn't presume much, Nikki. You are a good officer, I'am just looking out for you." Nikki smiled at her old colleague. "Hey thanks." An altercation at the door drew her attention. "Craig? We have a situation at the lobby, I'am moving to assist Frank over." She replaced the radio on her equipment belt, as she walked to the revolving doors hoping the sight of her uniform, would deter any trouble.



" I'am sorry young lady, but you are not coming in here dressed like that. We have a strict dress code." Said Frank the doorman, dressed in a uniform of top hat and tails to a particularly attractive young woman dressed in a leather sleeveless vest, tight leather pants with knee high leather boots, a "Def leppard" tank top under her vest. A rucksack slung over her right sboulder"You don't understand Jeeves, I have to get in there. It's very important." Frank scowled as Nikki approached. "It's okay, Frank. I've got this." Moving away, Frank flashed her a relieved smile. "So you think you can enter my hotel dressed like that? You may be pretty, sweetie but I like the man said we can't let you in, I'am sorry." And the girl was pretty thought Nikki, her body slim, toned athletic she exuded strength and feminity, then there were her looks. The girl bore a slight resemblance to Nikki, you could almost say that were sisters but with one major difference, her almond shaped blue eyes and short brown pixie cut. Nikki couldn't help but be drawn to this strong beautiful girl, her southern accent melting the young security guard .


The young woman stamped her feet in frustration. "Look you don't understand, I need you get into your hotel now. You are all in great danger." Nikki crossed her arms across her C-cup breasts laughing. "Really? Sweetie, this is a hotel. The only thing our guests have to worry about is bed bugs." Frank guffawed behind her, as the girl got close into Nikki's face. "What if I told you it's a matter of life and death?" Nikki and the doorman stopped laughing abruptly. "There not so funny now is it?" Nikki put her hand on her Glock. "I don't know who you are-" "The name's Charity, and I'am a v-" Nikki got right in her face. "Fine, Charity. I don't care who you are, but it's not smart making threats around here. Now I'am going to have to ask you to leave, I don't want to hurt you but if you continue to harass the staff..." She left that sentence hanging to emphasis her point, as Charity took a deep breath. "Alright, there is more than one way to get into a hotel. See you around...Nikki." The girl smiled as stepped away from the revolving doors, walking away. Nikki turned to the doorman. "It's always the hot ones that are a two cans short of a six pack, Frank." Frank flashed her a smile, chuckling. "You got that right, Nikki. Thanks for stepping in." Nikki held up her hand. "Don't mention it, just doing my job keeping the crazy out there." Bading the doorman farewell, Nikki looked down to her radio the red LED flashing. "Hey, Craig. What's the problem?" She said taking her radio from her belt, as she walked back into the hotel lobby. "Nikki, we have some noise complaints from the fifth floor. Banging, shouting someone even said something about screaming. It could just be some overenthusiastic couples blowing off steam, but it never hurts to be safe." Nikki made her way to the elevator banks. " Man, I know I could blow off some steam right about now." For a moment, the face of Charity flashed in her mind unbidden the thought of kissing those lush lips... " I will go check it out, straighten a few people out, over." Replacing the radio on her belt, Nikki got into the elevator pressing the silver plated 5 taking a deep breath.



The Back Alley of the Marriott Hotel


Charity Lehane crouched low behind a dumpster, as she waited for an opportunity to enter the hotel her eyes fixed on the service entrance illuminated by a single orange fluorescent light. She wasn't surprised that the pretty security guard, Nikki wouldn't let her into the hotel, Charity would readily admit that she wasn't much of a people person, her profession and life on the lam all be precluded that. But she felt a connection to Nikki, perhaps knowing her more than she knew herself. She was drawn to the fit, beautiful security guard and it wasn't just because she was a sucker for a woman in uniform, or rather peeling them out of it. It doesn't matter, Charity wasn't here to chase girls as much as she wanted to, she was here for an entirely different reason. She was here for her calling, her revenge on her nemesis Genevieve and to make Nikki remember what she had lost. The opening of the door ahead, shook her back to the present as a young attractive maid walked out carrying a black refuse sack. Charity appraised the girl, she was attractive but not the looker Nikki was, with slender cheekbones, heart shaped face and big cerulean blue eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair, tied into a knot at the base of her neck. But it was her uniform Charity was interested in, it would be her ticket into the hotel. It was a simple black dress, with an apron tied around her slim waist, with a red embroidered "M". The nameplate on her left breast read "Vera." And black sensible shoes on her feet. Charity smiled the uniform was a sure fit, now it was time to relieve the sweet maid of it.


Moving low and fast, Charity waited until the girl had opened the dumpster flinging in her rubbish before she struck. Raising her right hand high like a blade, Charity brought it down swiftly on the maids neck. Vera the maid let a small cute cry of pain before collapsing unconscious, Charity deftly catching the girls body before it hit the ground. "There you are, hun. It's nothing personal." She said lowering the unconscious maid gently onto the pavement. "But, I need your uniform. It is a matter of life and death." Stripping down to her underwear, Charity removed the maids shoes untying her apron then unbuttoned the maids dress. Charity's nipples perked up, her womanhood burned as she peeled the uniform from the unconscious young maid. Revealing a slim petite body, dressed on in her matching black lace low cut bra, a little ribbon between the B-cups, and lace thong covering a tight pert ass. Charity quickly dressed in her stolen uniform, admiring the girls body as she stepped into the dress. Now fully dressed Charity took out some duct tape from her bag, this not being the first time she had stolen clothing from the unwilling, binding the girl's wrists ankles and gagging her. After caressing the girls cheek, Charity hauled the scantily clad maid onto her shoulder walking towards the dumpster, then tossed her inside the dumpster. Snapping the lid shut, Charity looped her rucksack over her shoulder, it's contents clanging inside, and entered the hotel through the service door. Charity took a deep breath using her disguise to blend in. Tonight was the night, she would have her revenge and save everyone in this hotel from an evil they could not fathom. Charity would show that beautiful security guard Nikki the truth she couldn't remember.




The Fifth Floor



As the Elevator pinged to announce her arrival, Nikki exited onto the fifth floor the back of her palms started to tingle always a clear indication of something amiss. "Hello? Hotel security is anyone there?" She cried clearly. Nikki didn't like this it was far too quiet and she had the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Feeling a cold shiver down her spine, the young security guard approached room 504 raising her fist she prepared to knock when the sound of whispering drew her attention, causing her head to spin to the right. "Hello? Is anyone there? S-show yourself." Nikki put her hand on her Glock pistol, feeling it's reassuring grip as fear started to grip her. Then the sight of something dark starting to trickle from under the door of a nearby broom cupboard drew her attention. "What the hell?" Slowly Nikki drew her flashlight clicking it on, shining it down the dimly light corridor as she walked towards the broom cupboard. Kneeling down, she dabbed her fingers into the small crimson patch. Rubbing her fingers together, she had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling. "Is that...blood?" Rising up, Nikki with a sense of trepidation, fear and a sense of déja vû she couldn't quite, placed her hand on the door knob twisted and pulled it open.


She screamed in horror her hand covering her mouth, as the naked corpse of the maid Megan Warner tumbled out of the cupboard her long jet black hair flowed across her bare shoulders. The porcelain white of her neck punctured by two neat red holes. Blood trailed from the wounds to rest at her buoyant full C-cup breasts, with dark pink puffy areolas her small womanhood crowned with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. "M-megan?! Who did this to y-you." Nikki asked the dead naked maid closing her cold dead blue eyes, expecting an answer as she began to rock in shock. "No! No! This can't be happening!" Nikki was only just flirting with Megan before she had went down to the hotel lobby, not an hour ago. Megan had agreed to a date with Nikki after their shifts, but here she was dead murdered and stripped. Suddenly, all of the shock and grief she was feeling erupted as Nikki vomited bringing out her lunch she had earlier. "I told you it was a matter of life and death, Nikki." Came a southern accented female voice from behind her.


Whipping around, Nikki drew her pistol levelling it at Charity's chest. "How the fuck did you get in here? Where did you get that uniform?!" Nikki's eyes widened as she saw the woman was dressed in a Marriott's maids uniform, with the name plate "Vera". Charity smiled gesturing to her uniform. "This? I took it off a maid who was kind enough to lend it me, after a little physical persuasion." Nikki gripped her pistol. "Did you kill her, like Megan here?! Answer me!" Charity shook her head, looking affronted. "No! She's a little bit tied up naked in a dumpster. She will have one hell of an headache in the morning." She chuckled as her eyes looked at Megan's naked body. "Besides, I'am not the one you need to worry about." Nikki started to breathe impatiently, she tensed fear coursing through her. "Is that right, Charity? Then tell me who is the sick fuck that did this to Megan?" Charity took a deep breathe. "I know this will sound completely insane, but just bear with me. It's a vampire, but not just any vampire she's a shapeshifter." There was an awkward silence before Nikki broke it with an hysterical laugh, lowering her gun. "What the fuck?! Seriously? You're fucking crazy. No fucking way! You expect me to believe that something from a movie killed and stripped Megan. No! I will tell you who did this! A sick fucker who murders and strips women." Charity tried to get closer to her. "No Nikki! I know this vampire, she killed my en-' Nikki pointed an angry finger at her. "I don't want to know! Heres what I'am going to do." She took out her phone. "I'am calling the cops, then I will call Craig and we will find this sonofabitch!" Charity shook her head. "No, they will all die. They have no idea what they are dealing with. Let me help you." As if to emphasise her point, the power suddenly went out. " What the fuck!? Now the power goes out terrific!" Charity looked around nodding. "It's her, she took the power out." Nikki glared at her, as she dialled 911. "Hello, 911 emergency dispatch. How may I help you?" Answered the female operator. Nikki breathed a sigh of relief. " My name is Nikki Sanderson. I'am a security guard at the Marriott Hotel in Midtown. We have a murderer on the loose in the hotel and he may have cut the power. The bastard has already killed Meg-my friend. I need NYPD to my location now, right fucking now!." "Of course, Ma'am. We are sending a unit to your location right away, ETA 10 minutes. Just try to remain calm, Nikki. Assist the officers when they arrive." Nikki thanked the woman than hung up. "It won't do any good, you will only get them killed, Nikki." Nikki took out her radio, ignoring her. "Hello? Craig? Are you there? Why doesn't he answer!?" Charity advanced on her, holding her hand out. "Because he's dead, Nikki. You know this." Nikki rounded on her angrily. "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Then she turned on her heel, running towards the elevator. Pressing "B" for the basement level, Nikki descended towards the security office.



Charity shook her head, as she watched Nikki leave. Nikki, always so stubborn. But you will remember, I will be your guide . Her attention was drawn to the sound of the door of room 504 opening, she looked up to see a young chestnut haired woman, her long hair tied into a ponytail. She was a pretty little thing about 20 with diamond shaped features, slender cheekbones and big bright hazel eyes. She was dressed in a pair of navy blue denim jeans, with white Nike trainers, pink lace trimmed socks and a black tank top with the relief "Columbia University" plastered over her small B-cups. Over which she wore a cropped navy denim jacket. A student by the look of her. Charity smiled, she was exactly her size. Besides, she needed something easier to move around in. The young girl screamed when she turned, seeing Megan's naked body. "Oh my god! Is she dead?" Charity advanced towards the girl. "Yes. What's your name, honey?" The student reared back a little confused. "H-harley Middleton? Why do you ask? " She said in a small nervous voice full of shock. Charity smiled widely. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I really like your outfit. Would you mind if I borrowed it?" Harley opened her door, trying to scramble back into her room. "What!? Are you cra-ugh!" Charity seized her by her slender throat, slamming the door behind them. Before the girl could scream, Charity squeezed gently on Harley's throat applying pressure to the vulnerable points on her neck. The girl let out a sexy little rattle of breath, as she slumped unconscious in Charity's grip. "I'll take that as a no." She said laying the unconscious girl onto her bed, before stripping out of her maid uniform. Sitting on the bed, Charity the vampire hunter unlaced Harley's sneakers then pulled off her socks. After slipping them on, finding them particularly roomy Charity slipped off the students crop leather jacket, laying it flat on the bed before unfastening the girls jeans. Working them off her shapely hips, Charity peeled the jeans down Harley's long divine legs, exposing her lace trimmed pastel pink thong panties. "Ugh! It's a good job I don't need those undies, they are cute. But I'am more of a tomboy darling." Charity said to the unconscious student, as she pulled on the stolen jeans. Sitting back down onto the bed, Charity flicked the students arms up pulling her tank top over her head, revealing cute little B-cup breasts covered by a matching pastel pink plunge t-shirt bra. " You have cute little body, Harley. Be fortunate that I came by and not Genevieve, I would hate to find you dead." Charity got dressed in the rest of the students clothes. When she was finished, the vampire slayer taped up the girls limbs and gagged her with the duct tape then scooped her scantily clad body. "Here, sweet thing. You should be safe in here. I hope." Charity said as she deposited the girl into her bathtub before closing the door behind her. Looping her rucksack over her shoulder, Charity swept from the room heading towards the security office in the basement.



Security Office, Basement level 10 minutes later



Navigating the dark passages of the basement level, with her flashlight the only lighting from the dim red emergency lighting overhead Nikki moved past confused hotel workers making her way to the security office. When she got there, Nikki opened the door finding Craig sitting at his chair facing the CCTV monitors. "Oh Craig. Why didn't you answer me? We have some fucked up shit going down. Some sick fuck as just murdered Megan, and stripped her naked. And on top of that, we have some cute crazy girl knocking out maids and stealing their uniforms." When she didn't receive an answer, Nikki felt a trickle of fear. "Craig? Is everything all right? Craig?" She neared his seated form, hand outstretched she pulled his chair around. What she saw caused her to rear back in horror, tears flooding down her face. "No! Oh Craig, no!" She whimpered as she backed away from Craig's bloodied corpse his throat torn out, blood that appeared black flowed from the rent in his throat staining his shirt reddish-black under the emergency lighting. His lined handsome face fixed in a rictus of horror. Nikki started to rock uncontrollably, her head in her hands as she panicked. "This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" Nikki then looked up to see a police car at the service entrance, she remembered her phone. Nikki quickly dialled 911. "911, What is the nature of your emergency?" Nikki took a deep breath, as she fought to bring herself under control trying to avert her eyes from Craig's body. "Yes! This is Nikki Sanderson! I haven't heard anything from the officers?" The dispatcher sighed. "Ma'am NYPD are on site now. You can hang up now!" Nikki shook her head. "No! No!No! Wait, its a woman. Some woman as killed Megan, stole her clothes and now she's killed Craig my partner. Tell the officers now, warn them!" Nikki put a hand to her head, why did she say that? How could she know that? The dispatcher sighed even more harshly, her tone angry. "Look ma'am! First you said its a man, now it's a woman. The NYPD doesn't appreciate crank calls ma'am, it's a crime. I'am closing this call and barring your number. If you call again, it's a $1000 dollar fine. Have a nice evening." The phone hung up. "No! Don't you fucking hang up, you fucking bitch!" Nikki snarled with frustration tossing her phone to the wall, where it shattered. Breathing heavily her eyes on the patrol car in the CCTV monitor, Nikki gingerly took the keys for the gun locker from Craigs belt trying hard not to catch sight of his throat. Shaking with fear, Nikki dropped the keys the first time swearing loudly before she unlocked the weapon locker. She took out a Remington 870 Express shotgun, along with a box of 12 gauge buckshot. "Come on Nikki, you got this. For Megan, for Craig..." Nikki said as her hands shook, loading the five shells into the internal mazagine and another 5 into the stock mounted shell holder. Then she heard a knock at the door, raking the pump Nikki walked towards door opening it.



" I suppose there's a poor naked unconscious girl lying somewhere tied up and bleeding?" Nikki quipped as she saw Charity stand before her, dressed in denim jeans, jacket and a University of Columbia tank top. Charity flashed her an indignant look, holding up her hands. " Now hold off your horses on those accusations, sweetheart! You hurt me! She's not bleeding! Besides, do see a Macy's around here?" Nikki despite the situation couldn't help but grin, she was becoming more and more attracted to the girl. " You were right about everything, look." She rested her shotgun on her shoulder, letting in her in as she gestured towards Craig's body. "Ah, damn it. I'am sorry, Nikki. I know what it's like to lose people, ones I care about." Charity took hold of Nikki's hand, squeezing her shoulder. Nikki sniffed, wiping her eyes with the cuff. "It's the first time I have seen dead bodies..." She said her voice trailing off, trying hard not to look at Craig. Charity forced her chin up looking her in the eyes. "It doesn't get any easier Nikki. Look, you can't do anything for them now" Nikki shook her head. "The cops are here! Look!" She pointed to the patrol car outside on the monitor. Charity sighed, "You don't know that, Charity! How can you say that?!" Charity took Nikki by her shoulders, fixing her with a determining look. "Okay. If your hearts set, then let me go with you." Nikki looked deep in her eyes, those big pretty eyes full of strength and beauty but also longing. "Why do you want to help me? You don't know me." Charity caressed her cheek, sending waves of warmth through the young security guard. " I want to see Genevieve dead, I have been hunting her all my life and I want this nightmare to end. Besides, I don't want to see another innocent soul get snuffed out by her evil. Especially not yours, your bright beautiful soul. Now lets find those cops." Nikki felt an invisible connection, like a electric shock form between her and Charity something more than understanding passed between them. She let out a deep sigh, feeling calm wash over her. "Thank you, Charity. I"am sorry for being a bitch before." Nikki said as Charity lead her out of the security office. Charity flashed her a warm inviting smile. "It's alright, you look cute when you're angry." Nikki blushed feeling a warm feeling spread down her. Both women laughed as they made their way out of the basement. ."



Outside the service Entrance 10 minutes later.



As they approached the NYPD blue and white, it's blue lights flashing in the darkness doors wide open Nikki felt a wave of relief wash over her. "See what did I tell you." Nikki said turning to Charity, jogging towards the patrol car. Charity however stopped in her tracks, glancing over her shoulder. "Nikki wait! Don't go over there." Nikki rounded the drivers side door. "Why? They are not dead..." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she looked down at her feet, seeing the body of a middle aged NYPD Officer his heart lay ripped out at his feet, his service weapon never left his holster. His name was Coates, according to his nameplate. "No, no,no. This can't be happening..." Nikki breathed as she rounded the car to the passenger side. "Noooo! God damn it!" She collapsed to her knees, shotgun clattering to the ground as she saw the naked body of a young auburn haired woman slumped seated against the patrol car, who could only be Coates' partner, a maids uniform lay discarded at her feet. Two bloody holes had punctured the officers throat at her carotid, her pretty teal eyes open in shock. Auburn hair framing her pretty face. Small well formed breasts with puffy dark red full areolas and full clit topped with a trimmed fan of auburn hair, completely exposed. Nikki started to rock uncontrollably. "It's all my fault! I got them killed! My friends! These officers! Motherfucker, I should I have listened to you Charity. You were always right. God damn it!" Nikki cried as she tried her hardest to avert her gaze, from the naked officer. Nikki moved behind her. "Hey, hey come here. I have got you." Charity scooped the distraught Nikki into her arms, hugging her close. "God damn it! I'am sorry. It's just had I listened to you before, they might still be alive..." Charity held her closer feeling her warmth. "Remember when I told you I lost people to Genevieve. My parents, my brother were slaughtered by her all because my family were vampire hunters. I alone survived because I ran away when they told me to, I blamed myself for surviving. Later when my mentor, was killed by Genevieve I also blamed myself for not saving her. I have been hunting her since I was 16" Nikki pulled out to face her tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Charity. I had no idea, I'am so sorry." Charity smiled caressing her face. "Nikki, you shouldn't blame yourself. You had no real reason to believe me. You couldn't have known what would've happened." Nikki took a deep breath, as Charity wiped away her tears. "Yeah, you're right. Still Craig, that could have easily been mean me with my throat ripped out." Charity shook her head. "But you are here, making a difference. Come on, let's end the nightmare and avenge the dead." Charity glanced down at the naked body of the cop. "Besides, we know what she looks like now." Nikki bent down picking up her Remington, before she caressed the vampire hunters face. A brief moment, like an eternity passed between them. " You are so beautiful, Buffy." Nikki quipped as Charity snorted. "Please, Buffy ain't got nothing on me sugar." They both laughed as they pulled out. "Let's kill this bitch!" Nikki said with determination, a resolve she never knew she had burned within her. As they walked back around towards the lobby, Charity glanced at her shotgun. "By the way, you know shotguns don't work on vampires right?" Nikki shrugged smiling. "Maybe, maybe not but it will make me feel better."



The Hotel Lobby 15 minutes later


As they arrived in the hotel lobby, Nikki and Charity found a scene of chaos. The lobby was packed with guests from the first two floors, incredulous Nikki walked up to the concierge Francine Reed. "Francine, what the hell is going on? Why are the guests not in their rooms? We have an emergency situation." Francine a pretty young ash blonde woman of 30 years, with short fly away hair dressed in the uniform of the Marriott hotel , a smart navy blue pantsuit with white blouse answered. "That Officer Bennett from the NYPD said more help was on the way, and that she needed to take our statements one at a time in private. She took the honeymooners the Cooper's from room 156 into the stateroom near the hotel bar." Nikki swore under her breath. "Damn it! I know where that is, if we hurry we can still catch her." She said turning to Charity before turning back to Francine. "Get everyone back into their rooms now! And tell them to lock the doors, stay in their rooms until the danger passes." Francine flashed her an uncertain look. "But what about the officer? She was very explicit." Nikki rested a hair on the desk. "Francine? Do you trust me? Thay isn't who she says she is. Just do as I ask, please." Francine nodded smiling. "Alright, I do trust you. Everyone!" The crowd stopped their murmuring. " I want everyone to return to their rooms, and lock themselves in." Nikki thanked her as Charity fell into step behind her, drawing a large machete from her bag. "Come on Nikki,the bitch as enough of a head start on us!" They both picked up the pace as they headed towards the stateroom.



The Stateroom


As the two women stalked the darkened halls towards the stateroom, their path lit only by the red emergency lighting and Charity's flashlight given to her by Nikki, the young security guard could feel the palpable tension. "So, being a vampire must be pretty...lonely. Do you have any moments of happiness in your life?" She asked partly to break the tension and partly as a gentle flirt. Not taking her eyes off the dimly lit corridor, Charity replied. "Oh, there have been plenty. There have been sweet girls all along my road, and I have grabbed whatever moments of happiness I can find. But my calling precludes me from settling down." There was an edge to her voice, that was tinged with sadness. Nikki held her hand stopping her. " Is it really worth it being a vampire slayer if that's all there is at the end of the road?" Charity looked at her a smile twitched her mouth. "It will be worth it when I cut Genevieve's head from her shoulders and watch her turn into a pile of ash." She laid a hand on Nikki's shoulder. "But I want you to know, Nikki. There is no-one I would want to share this burden with." A silence passed between them, their lips were brushing against each other as the two women lent into a kiss. "Help! Somebody help me! Ahhh!" The sound of a woman's scream caused them to pull out, as they saw a slim young woman run towards them. "Help! Please you have to help me! That cop she just went berserk! She tore out my husband's throat with her teeth!" The girl was dressed in a solid black dress, with high heels and a heart shaped pendant that hung above her small A-cup cleavage, she was pretty with slightly squared features, shallow cheekbones and big blue eyes. Her long light brown, almost blonde hair hung over her shoulders. Nikki held her hand up as her hands tingled. "Miss, calm down. What's your name? " Charity looked a little suspicious. The girl didn't stop running. "It's Jennifer! But I'am not stopping! That thing will get me, please it's still in there gnawing on my husband! You have to kill it!" The terrified girl brushed past them. "Wait, miss! It's not safe!" Charity looked after her, her eyes narrowing. "Come on. Something stinks about this."



As Nikki and Charity entered the stateroom they came to a grisly scene. The bodies of newlyweds Scott and Jennifer, lay draped on the table an NYPD uniform discarded in a corner. The young man had had is throat ripped out, while the naked corpse of his wife had two neat puncture wounds on her slender neck. Her slim attractive body, with small A-cups with puffy pink areolas , small clean shaven clit and small plum buttocks on full display. "God damn it! We were just talking to her, the bitch fooled us. She doubled back to the lobby." Nikki closed the eyes of the dead couple. "I'am so sorry..." Charity laid a hand on her shoulder. "I knew something smelled off. Come on Nikki, to the lobby let's end this!" Nodding with determination, Nikki gripped her shotgun. "Not one more innocent dies today." Together, they swept from the stateroom with renewed purpose back towards the lobby.




The Hotel Lobby


When they returned to the lobby, they found not Francine but a young blonde woman with long honey blonde tresses dressed in Francine's uniform. Nikki's mouth hung open, they both bore a striking resemblance. The vampire Genevieve smiled, her long incisors bared. "Charity, Nikki. So good of you to make it, I thought it high time we end our little masquerade." Charity pointed her machete directly at the vampires heart. "You're evil ends here, Monster! I will have my revenge!" The vampire scoffed as she lent across the desk. "Oh please! Tonight I will end your line forever! You ran when I drained your parents and when I drained your mentor. You are powerless! And Nikki..." The vampire trained it's red eyes onto her, as Nikki aimed her shotgun square centre of mass. "...Do you like the new outfit? I took it from your friend, after I snapped her neck. Fits me like a glove, just like sweet Meg-ugh!" Nikki fired her shotgun,the loud boom echoing through the empty lobby, cutting off Genevieve's speech. Blowing her back against the wall of reception, where she slid down. Charity shook her head, as Nikki racked back the pump. "I told you that would no good." She drew her machete as the vampire hopped onto the desk, claws bared. Francine's uniform suit shredded by the buckshot, exposing the white lace bra underneath. "Damn it, you bitch. Do you have any idea how much that stings!? Fine, the talkings over! I'am going to enjoy gutting the pair of you!" With that she leapt off the desk towards them, with a hiss fangs bared.



Nikki took aim, blasting the Vampire in mid air causing her to fall to the ground but she wasn't stunned for long. Charity charged in machete in one hand, crucifix in the other, but Genevieve merely laughed as she saw the cross. "I have nothing to fear from the cross! I was born catholic!" She tittered with laughter as Charity threw the cross away in frustration, lunging with the machete trying to part her head from her shoulder. But the vampire merely flowed around her like water, Nikki tried her best to support Charity managing to wing Genevieve in her side. But she was to close to Charity to risk squeezing off more shots. Roaring with triumph, Genevieve grabbed Charity's weapon hand squeezing it, the vampire hunter let out a cry of pain as the machete dropped near the concierge's desk before Genevieve punched Charity in the chest sending her reeling. She then turned her attention to Nikki, before she could get a shot off the vampire sped towards her faster than the eyes could see. Knocking the Remington out of her hand, Genevieve hauled her into the air by her throat. "It's no use Nikki. You will fail, just like you did at the hospital!" Nikki's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about? What Hospital?" The vampire merely laughed. "Poor Nikki, you don't even remember do you? Well I will deal with you soon enough!" She threw Nikki towards the concierge's desk. Nikki hit it will a dull thud, a cry of pain sounded from her lips as she saw the vampire stalk towards a prostrate Charity. Reaching out, her hand gripped something solid, Charity's machete. Feeling the weight of the sword in her hands, Nikki rose to her feet creaking her neck she purposefully strode towards the vampire. "I'am not afraid anymore..." She whispered under her breath.



"And now I will send you to meet you family, Charity. Do tell them I said hi. And don't worry about Nikki, she will never remember what she lost I will see to that." Genevieve tittered as she hauled the vampire hunter to her feet, gripping her throat tight. "Go to hell, bitch!" Was all she could manage as see felt her throat slowly constrict. Tears welling up in her eyes, she didn't want it to end like this. "I have never been but I here it's lov-" Genevieve stopped mid flow, as solid steel tore through her neck. Her expression one of surprise and shock. "Well, first time for everything bitch! You have an express ticket!" Snarled Nikki as the vampires head tumbled from her shoulders, turning to ash along with the rest of her remains. Charity dropped to the floor in a heap. Nikki dropped the machete, standing over Charity with an outstretched hand. "Vamps check in but they don't check out." She said pulling Charity up from the floor. They bumped close together, their lips began to drew close almost brushing before the hunter put a finger to Nikki's mouth. "Well done Nikki you done it. Now it's time for you to remember. Get back what they took from you." Suddenly the hotel lobby began to shake, white light poured in from the windows and doors. " You mean the hospital! Holy shit, I remember. " She laughed as Charity blew her a kiss. "Time to wake up Nikki..." The vampire hunter disappeared in a wall of white light as Nikki...


Nikki's Apartment 12:00am One night after the Hospital Incident


...Awoke with a start. "What the fuck!" Nikki cried as she sat bolt upright in her bed, her hands and forehead clammy with sweat wearing only her white cami and scanty thong night clothes. "Oh my god! That was just a nightmare! But it was all so real..." She said dangling her legs over the bed. "Motherfucker! I still didn't get the girl." She cried remembering Charity, the beautiful fearless vampire hunter. But that wasn't all she remembered, as she was suddenly barraged with a flood of images. "The hospital! The Men in Black and Ellana! All those naked women! I remember it all!" Nikki laughed as she switched off her TV currently playing reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Feeling intense relief that not only were the awful events of the hotel just an awful vivid nightmare but also she had somehow broke through the false memories planted by the MiB. Smiling Nikki walked towards her coffee table picking up a NYPD leaflet that she picked up at the campus the other day, which came with an application form. It was time to take back control of her life. Taking a pen, she filled it out. "There you are dad, I will make you proud." She said as she thought about her dad, a cop killed in the line of duty, when she was only nine years old. That wasn't the only thing she resolved to do. Nikki would try to find this Ellana, the alien princess and get some answers from her. She needed to understand what really went down at the hospital last night. Walking to her shower, Nikki stripped naked as she got in turning the dials. She took a deep breath, feeling all the stress wash off her as the water cascaded down her naked lush body. Nikki closed her eyes, for a second she thought she heard the evil laugh of the vampire. "Relax Nikki." She told herself. "It was just a nightmare."

[Stormtrooper1990]

THE NEW YORK POST

ESCAPED MENTAL PATIENT TERRORISES HOSPITAL

By Amanda Critchley


The Presbyterian Hospital in Lower Manhattan was terrorised last night by an escaped crazed mental patient who's signature is was to knock out other women and steal their clothing as part of some elaborate paranoid delusion. The patient who cannot be named for legal reasons, invaded the hospital last night and attacked 3 members of staff and one member of the public, whose names have be withheld for the time being by the police. Luckily, two agents from the Department of Health were on hand to apprehend the disturbed young woman


When interviewed one of the agents had this to say. "We would like to offer thanks to Security Officer Nikki Sanderson, who played a key role in capturing the escaped fugitive. We couldn't have caught her without you." When interviewed at the scene, Nikki Sanderson, 21 said this in response. "Yeah, I was just doing my job. Couldn't let someone as crazied as that roam free. My dad would be proud." Nikki Sanderson, is the daughter of Craig Sanderson, an heroic NYPD officer gunned down in the line of duty 13 years ago, after responding to a liquor store holdup.

Will this heroine security guard follow in her father's footsteps? Only time will tell. As for the mental patient, she as been taken back to Bellevue. And all her victims have since had their statements taken. Just another night of crazy in the Big Apple.

[meditions142]

What a fun little follow up to the previous story. Of course in the end it was a dream but along the way what a story.

Even if she is not real, I have to say Charity was a fun character. And she knows her craft.

The take out of Vera was perfect. Love the classic sneak up behind the maid as she is dumping the trash. Then the perfect chop to just the right spot on the woman's neck. Found the scene really sexy to imagine Vera letting out, as you describe it, "a small cute cry of pain" before slumping into Charity's arms. Then we get the wonderful "There you are, hun. It's nothing personal." comment from Charity.

While you feel sorry for Vera, it does set up a interesting dynamic that she is actually luckier than her fellow maid Meagan. Poor Meagan didn't survive her shift.

We also learn that Charity clearly is skilled in using pressure points. First, she hits Vera in just the right spot to knock her out. Then she uses pressure point presses to knock Harley out. Great description "Charity squeezed gently on Harley's throat applying pressure to the vulnerable points on her neck. The girl let out a sexy little rattle of breath, as she slumped unconscious in Charity's grip." Clearly, Charity knows just the right way to use pressure points in women's necks to put them to sleep.

Definitely enjoying this new story line.

[Stormtrooper1990]

What a fun little follow up to the previous story. Of course in the end it was a dream but along the way what a story.

Even if she is not real, I have to say Charity was a fun character. And she knows her craft.

The take out of Vera was perfect. Love the classic sneak up behind the maid as she is dumping the trash. Then the perfect chop to just the right spot on the woman's neck. Found the scene really sexy to imagine Vera letting out, as you describe it, "a small cute cry of pain" before slumping into Charity's arms. Then we get the wonderful "There you are, hun. It's nothing personal." comment from Charity.

While you feel sorry for Vera, it does set up a interesting dynamic that she is actually luckier than her fellow maid Meagan. Poor Meagan didn't survive her shift.

We also learn that Charity clearly is skilled in using pressure points. First, she hits Vera in just the right spot to knock her out. Then she uses pressure point presses to knock Harley out. Great description "Charity squeezed gently on Harley's throat applying pressure to the vulnerable points on her neck. The girl let out a sexy little rattle of breath, as she slumped unconscious in Charity's grip." Clearly, Charity knows just the right way to use pressure points in women's necks to put them to sleep.

Definitely enjoying this new story line.

Thanks Meditions, I'am glad you enjoyed the story.


Charity was really fun to develop, as she represents Nikki subconscious the part of her that's assertive, dominant and sexy. In a manner of speaking, the woman she wants to be. I wanted her to be that fun strong character who served as Nikki's guide, to allow her break free of the mental conditioning inflicted on her by the MiB. It also says a lot if Nikki sees herself knocking out and stripping other women. That her encounter with Ellana awakened something in her that she herself doesn't fully understand. But her dream as made her take control of her life.


Between Vera and Harley, I don't know which scene I had the most pleasure in writing but if I had to choose it would be have to be Harley's. It was my first pressure point takedown I have done in all my work so far and I'am really glad on how it turned out, better than I imagined. I might start featuring more in my non-lethal stories, particularly in the SI stories, with Harper. But between a neck chop and a pressure point it's a tough choice.



Certainly, both Vera and Harley are indeed the lucky ones. More so than Megan, Cybill, Jennifer and Francine. In a way Charity saved both Harley's and Vera's lives by knocking them out, taping them up and stripping them down. With the vampire slain and Nikki having recovered her memories, the ends did justify the means. But still, Charity did show compassion towards the women hoping they would survive the horror.


Definitely, it's all part of being a vampire hunter and having to steal clothes off girls to stay off the grid. Utilising methods like the pressure points and the neck chop means she knows how to get clothes off a girl by not having to break their nose. After all Charity put it herself well to Nikki. "Hold your horses on those accusations! She isn't bleeding! Besides, do you see a Macy's around?"



I'am glad to hear that. These two stories are part of a new universe I'am creating with Arc set in a world were the SI don't exist, centred around the Alien Xenoanthropologist Ellana as she explores the world understanding humanity and writing a book on her experiences. All the while stealing uniforms\clothes from beautiful women the world over and getting into the most funniest of situations. She will be joined by Nikki, who will become a developing supporting character in her own right. I don't want to reveal too much too soon.


But Arc and myself are looking forward to where this storyline will take us.