Babysitter and Dracula (18+)

Sharing a slice of my story Babysitter and Dracula. The rest you’ll read in the book So Absurd It Must Be True, book #2.
I’ll be working on the book during May. I’m planning to publish on the last week of May or first week of June… depends on how exhausted I am from editing my wonderful bullshit… 😂

I still have to write/finish 4 stories:

• Wise and Horny
• The Riddle of Avila Moron
• Parody on Anna Karenina
• MiddleBurn (I hope it reminds you of something… if no – google MiddleMarch)

I’m planning to finish all 4 stories before 1^st May. The book in print – 210-230 pages. I’ll use 1 proofreader and 1 beta. 

Babysitter and Dracula

Heroes:

Rodion Raskolnikov aka Babysitter – special CIA agent
Sonya aka Dracula – special CIA agent
Mr. Plum – Director of the CIA
Hurricane – special agent CIA
Mrs. Hernandez – Mr. Plum’s neighbour
Dostoevsky – gang leader in Sankt Petersburg

Rodion Raskolnikov was awake seconds before he opened his eyes. He tried to shift position, but his body felt limp. Something had happened to him! He could smell the wooden boards he was lying on, the mildew in the humid air, the sticky aroma of blood… There was this other smell he couldn’t fathom – a French parfum? It was too concentrated, like something was rotting.
Raskolnikov decided to open his eyes. At his foot laid two old women. It wouldn’t take a medical doctor to figure out that they had been brutally killed – the blood oozed from them, slowly seeping into the cracks in the wooden boards.
He was bewildered… It was as if he was locked in a terrible dream and his demons were seeking vengeance for ignoring them for so long. He wished to wake up in his bed, close to Sonya (he couldn’t recall who she was, but he remembered the feeling of her wet skin, dropping sour sweat and long, shabby hair in his mouth). He wanted to return to normal life, because all of this wasn’t normal.
His soul was in pieces: mortified, scared, full of fever. His belly turned, and he almost vomited his intestines. That was when he noticed the other living being in the room. The woman was sitting across him, on the desk, holding a can of cola in her hand. When their eyes made contact, she sipped from it, exhaling in satisfaction. She reached for her chest pocket and took out some gum, adding, “Hey, Babysitter! You have been really busy…”
“Who is Babysitter? And who are you?” Raskolnikov asked, shaking.
The woman took another long sip and produced a badge from her pocket – CIA.
“We are working together, dumbass. Your nickname is Babysitter. Mine – Dracula. I’m the one who is cleaning your mess. Did you find where Hernandez was located?” she said with a brow raised.
Rodion wanted to cry. He didn’t know that woman; he didn’t know any Hernandez.
The woman glared at him, chewing gum and waiting for a response.
“Where am I? Is it Sankt Petersburg?” he asked, buying himself some time to think.

How did she know him? Where the hell was this crazy place? Why the hell are two dead bodies on the floor?

Dracula chuckled. It was as if he had dropped the greatest joke of the year. She stood up, reached for her firearm in its holster, removed the safety, pulled the hammer of the gun and took quick steps towards him. It was all too fast! One minute she was on the other side of the room, the next – she was pressing a gun into his forehead. Raskolnikov gulped as the cold metal bit into his skin. Dracula’s eyes were as blue as a frozen sea. His heart skipped a beat and he started to pray.
The woman laughed and said again, “Don’t tell me you don’t remember shit!”

He nodded.
Yes, he didn’t.  

Without any explanation, she ripped off his bloody shirt, whispering, “Come on, Raskolnikov! It’s time to pay for all my waiting! Make my wet Sonya happy!”

He moved like a zombie, following her lead – it was better than dying. He quickly removed her clothes, wrapping his bloody shirt around her breasts. He built a strong rope with two ends and tied a knot.
“Bend over. Let them hang free,” Raskolnikov didn’t recognize his own voice. “I’m going to…”

What the heck was he planning to do?

He pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together. Dracula arched her back, staring up at the ceiling. The sweet torture had started…
She told him everything she knew about their mission. They were summoned by the head of the CIA, Mr. Plum, to locate and save Hernandez, a very important witness against Dostoevsky – the most dangerous gang leader in Sankt Petersburg.

Team Babysitter-Dracula was extremely productive. Raskolnikov usually made a tight contact with his suspects. If something went wrong (and normally it did), Dracula would cover it up. She loved seeing blood and dead bodies. It was partly a disorder, but all her psychological tests were cleared by Mr. Plum (her father). At the end, she mentioned also, they worked only on the cases that famous agent Hurricane failed.

(to be continued – in the book…) 

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