The vibration from the tram could be felt through the floor but the sound of the car itself was silent. Once again, for the twelfth time since lunch, a tourist car pulled up to the Plexiglas side of Bohdan’s cell and stopped so the ticket holders could get a look at the prison’s most famous resident. Bohdan the Vampire Ripper. Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business.Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors
The lead guard opened the door and led Bohdan to a seat on the opposite side of the warden’s desk. He was left in his chains and surrounded by the guards on each side and behind.“Hello Bohdan,” the warden said. Her name was Kathy Coyle, a fifty something skinny witch with long thin grey hair.“What can I do for you Kathy,” Bohdan said. “Call me warden,” Kathy replied.“Fuck you Kathy,” Bohdan replied. He had no respect for her at all, and didn’t really care what she thought about it. “What does my favorite lesbian queen bitch want today?”“I want you to stop hiding in your cell, we have paying customers who drove a long way and paid good money to see you.”“I know, I’m your number one cash cow around here. If it weren’t for me, you’d have no theme park/zoo at all.”“Don’t flatter yourself, people will come from all over to see a prison filled with vampire criminals. You’re just the topping on the cake.”“I’m the cake, and you can’t make me do anything, cunt,” Bohdan said with a grin.
Cara Scott RN entered Tadpole’s Bar and Grill dressed like a slut. She was on a mission and knew exactly how to get what she wanted, she just needed to find the right person to do it. The bar was filled with employees from the prison, guards, grounds, kitchen, maintenance, you name it, and there were there to party. She was looking for a particular guy from the maintenance department named Steve Grant who she only knew from work from afar, mainly passing each other in the halls.Inside the bar, she quickly scanned the busy room and found a full table where Steve was sitting with a group of guards from the prison. She did her best to ready herself and strolled past the table on her way to the bathroom finding an excuse to run into Steve. When she approached the table, she slowed down, smiled and waved at the group at the table and made the comment, “There isn’t a place to sit anywhere in here.” She knew that would be all it took to get an invite to the table. The table was mostly men w
“I don’t suppose you’d come look at mine would you? I can’t get my thermostat to work right.”“Yeah, I could take a look if you want.” “Do you have time now?” Cara asked.Steve grinned and looked at Cara like she was nuts. It was late on a Friday night and they were having a party, and she wanted him to look at her thermostat. Either she was having some real air conditioning problems or she was horny as hell and looking for an easy lay. “Yeah, I suppose. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now.”“That’s fine, I can take you,” Cara said.Steve hesitated for a moment and started to get up when one of the women sitting next to him spoke up. Her name was Lisa Miller. “If you’re that hard up for cock, maybe you should pay a prostitute.”“Excuse me?” Cara asked. She was offended and pissed.“Thermostat? How lame of an excuse do you need to get Steve in your bed? Don’t you think your boyfriend will get pissed?” Lisa was drunk and unable to filter herself.“My boyfriend is none of your busi
On Monday’s the trams don’t run, it’s the one day of the week when traffic was slow so they decided to use the day for cleaning and maintenance. Because of this, the inmates were given the hours in the yard to themselves as a way to unwind and socialize. Like any other prison, the yard segregated itself into factions based on anything from race, politics to sexual preferences. Bohdan always sat alone on a bench near the entrance door. He had no friends, chose not to make any and today was no different. Then a small group approached him. The skinheads.“Rumor is you stood up to the warden,” the lead skinhead said. His name was Thor Anderson and looked as bleached white as any vampire could be. Covered with dark, thick tattoos that showed his allegiance to his views, he was an intimidating man with no fear. At least no fear you could see.Bohdan raised his arms and showed the bandages. “It didn’t end well,” he replied.“I give you credit for standing up to that black bitch,” Thor said p
Cara pulled up to the curb and got out of her car. It was Saturday morning and she had the weekend off. She always had weekends off. She walked up to Steve’s house dressed in an outfit that Steve liked. A short skirt, heels and a low cut top that left little to the imagination. Before she could ring the doorbell, Steve opened the door and greeted her.“What are you all dressed up for on a Saturday morning?” Steve asked. He looked her up and down and smiled.“I want to talk, after we have sex,” Cara replied. “Where is Brent?” Steve asked.“He’s on mandatory overtime, he won’t get off till one.” “Are you sure he has no idea what’s going on?”“Are you going to let me in?” Cara asked pushing her way into the apartment.Steve backed up and let Cara walk into the living room. “Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked.Cara knew where Steve kept all his drinks, in the refrigerator. She stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge door looking to see what he had. Slim picking, a half- g
More times than Bohdan could remember, he was escorted from his cell to the commons for lunch. He got in line, picked his food and took his usual seat keeping an eye on the inmates surrounding him. There was tension in the air. He had just come off an incident in the yard where Thor the skinhead lost his head picking a fight with him. The inmate population just went from forty seven to forty six and the rest of the skinheads weren’t too happy about it.It was rare there was a confrontation in the commons area, but it was one of the few places where the inmates weren’t segregated and vulnerable. The guards stood at various positions around the room, unarmed so the inmates couldn’t arm themselves in a takeover. Then Bohdan saw something out of the corner of his eye. One of the skinheads was walking over to his table trying his best not to bring any attention to himself. Bohdan expected a shank in the ribs, but instead the skinhead sat down opposite him and waited to be addressed.“What
Rodell stood up and limped away. His smell lingered behind. “I can’t eat now,” Bohdan said. “I think I’m going to throw up.” “I can take him out for you if you want,” Rancid said.“I’m sure you can, but don’t do it for me. I can take care of myself.”Before Rancid could answer, Bohdan felt a blade pull against his neck tight and a hand pull his forehead back pinning him against a warm body behind him. Rancid didn’t see it coming and was as shocked as Bohdan.“Don’t move,” a voice called out from behind Bohdan. “Try to get away and I’ll take your head off.”Rancid stood up and looked at the person holding a knife to Bohdan’s neck. It was a woman, holding a knife made from what looked like a sharpened angle iron. Something made in her cell, stolen from the workshop.Bohdan didn’t move or say a word, he kept an eye on Rancid to see where he was looking.“What are you doing bitch?” Rancid asked. “If you’re going to take his head off, do it!”The woman hesitated, then pulled the knife acro