Spring Cleaning
By Xander Grimm
A shotgun round at close range would decimate any normal human head. But when you factor in several months of rot, the 20 gauge buckshot that Ayane Delgado fired into the nearest zombie’s skull shredded it into a pile of bone and gore like a month old jack-o-lantern being thrown from a moving car. She smirked to herself as she continued to fire round after round into the approaching horde, never missing a shot, sometimes felling two or even three undead beasts if they were close enough together. When the shotgun ran out of ammo, she simply dropped it; this particular horde was small enough to eliminate it with the other tools at her disposal, rather than wasting time reloading the bulky firearm. She drew her 9mm semi-automatic pistol and emptied it into another group of zombies, replaced the clip, and emptied it as well. Placing it back into the holster on her hip, she drew the WW2 Japanese officer’s katana from her back. The sword had been a gift from her grandfather, and excelled at exterminating the undead. The few remaining members of the horde were quickly dispatched, the razor sharp blade slicing cleanly through their necks and heads.
“This go around was almost too easy,” Ayane said to herself as she walked over to where she had dropped her shotgun earlier in the fight, “it almost makes me wish there were different variants of the beasties, like in video games. Then maybe they’d provide more of a challenge.” She bent down to retrieve her weapon when a sharp stabbing sensation in her leg made her yelp. She glanced down to see one of the zombies, torn in half by a shotgun blast, with its teeth buried in her flesh. She snarled, her fangs protruding from her gums, her arm bringing the sword down to cleave its face in two. “Motherfucker, and in my favorite pants.”
Normally, a zombie bite would a death sentence for any everyday human, but like the filth she had just spent the better part of two hours exterminating, Ayane was anything but every day. A genetic anomaly in the truest sense of the word, Ayane was a “daywalker”, half vampire, half human. Yeah, she hated the word too, but if she beat up everyone who used in around her, she would be even more of an outcast, perhaps even pursued by authorities on both sides, and that just wouldn’t do. Besides, she enjoyed the benefits she had been granted by this, the strangest of all genetic lotteries. The zombie bite, while still painful, did not come with the same message of doom when inflicted onto someone with vampire DNA running through their veins. It would heal quickly, leaving behind only the faintest of scars.
Ayane grunted softly as she peeled off her tank top and jeans and tossed them into the back of her jeep along with her equipment, revealing a form hugging bra and boy short combination. Loud music blared out of the speakers as she turned the engine over and began the drive home. In almost any other city, driving around in such minimal clothing would turn heads everywhere she went. But her penthouse was located in Las Vegas, and such things were accepted, if not expected.
A short time later, she pulled into her private garage and took the elevator up to her penthouse, a gift from her politician father. First stop was the bathroom for a much needed shower. As she stripped off her undergarments she caught sight of herself in the bathroom’s full length mirror. Another benefit of only being half vampire was that she could actually cast a reflection, which saved a lot of work when it came to applying make-up, among other things. Ayane was stunningly beautiful, her Asian-Hispanic ancestry coming together in a perfect amalgamation of exquisite features. Her skin was a smooth golden brown, long black hair reaching down halfway to her rump, her pert, round breasts perched above a perfectly toned stomach, light glinting off the barbells pierced through her nipples.
The hot water was an instant relief as it rushed over Ayane’s naked form, pulsing jets easing the pain in her back and shoulders. She squirted a pool of shampoo into her palm and worked it throughout her hair before rinsing the suds and moving to her favorite part of any shower: washing her body. Call her conceited, but the touch of her own hands upon her form turned Ayane on more than any man or woman ever had. Reaching for her loofa, she applied a large amount of body wash, a formula of her own design to help not only mask odors, but also to enhance her body’s accelerated healing factor and leave it feeling smooth. The frictionless gliding of the loofa over her tired frame sent jolts of pleasure up her spine, and she felt the area between her legs grow even warmer. For a moment, she considered taking care of business right then and there, but decided against it. The magic wand at the side of her bed had been neglected for several nights now, and tonight it would once again kiss her naked form in vibrating ecstasy. She ended her shower early after rinsing off and wrapped a towel around her body, her hair tied up in a bun to dry. Her slit continued to twinge softly with excitement as she finished drying off and laid herself down onto the soft, welcoming bliss of her king sized bed. She smiled to herself as she reached for the wand, turning it onto its lowest setting and touching it lightly to her breast, gasping softly as the first waves of please worked their way down her torso. She cranked the vibrations higher and gasped louder as she moved the wand down over her stomach, her hips arching into the air as the vibrating head settled down in between her legs, humming over her lips and clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing from her feet into her brain. She cranked the vibrations to their maximum and screamed in ecstasy, her hips lifting completely off of the bed as her body racked with orgasmic bliss, her juices shooting out from her slit and pooling on the bed. She collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she slowly powered the vibrator off and set it back onto the nightstand, the last rays of sunlight disappearing behind the ivory towers and flashing lights that made up Las Vegas.
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