Ghoul King's Harem

A bloody scream filled the street as terror was unleashed in a city east of Lone Star.

The city of New Haven was a place of darkness and depravity, a den of vice and corruption where the Salvatore family held sway over all. The streets were stained with blood, and violence echoed through the alleys and backstreets. The criminal cartel ran everything in this city, from the drug trade to prostitution, and anything was accepted for the right price.

As night fell, the city came alive with an exhilarating and terrifying frenzied energy. Gangsters strutted down the streets in expensive suits, their eyes flickering with the promise of violence. Gunshots rang out at night, and the sickly sweet smell of marijuana mingled with the acrid stench of gasoline.

In the city's heart, the Salvatore family held court in their opulent mansion, surrounded by bodyguards and sycophants. From their perch, they watched over the city like vultures, preying on the weak and vulnerable. It was a place of power and privilege, where the law was nothing but a joke, and justice was a commodity that could be bought and sold.

Thanks to the head of the Salvatore family and their ties to high government members, their family gained city leadership. With the right price, they could remain in control for over 500 years, since before many of the current cities even existed.

However...

That was before the apocalypse happened.

Now everything was different!

The same city, once a haven for the Salvatore family's criminal cartel, now lay in ruins. The buildings that once promised a better life now stood in varying states of decay and destruction, their windows shattered and their doors torn off their hinges. The once busy streets were now empty, except for the occasional groan of a wandering zombie. The only sounds were the shuffling of feet and the distant howls of the undead.

Once the epicentre of the city's criminal underworld, the Salvatore mansion now stood as a towering fortress against the zombie hordes. Its walls were reinforced with steel and concrete, and its windows were barricaded with boards and metal bars. The entrance was guarded by a team of heavily armed survivors, who allowed no one to enter without careful inspection.

The rest of the city was a desolate wasteland where the undead roamed free, and the living struggled to survive. The once vibrant neighbourhoods were now abandoned and silent, their streets littered with the decaying remains of those not fortunate enough to escape.

Occasionally, gunfire would echo through the streets as survivors fought to defend their homes and families against the zombie threat. But for the most part, the city was a place of quiet desperation, where those who remained huddled together in makeshift shelters and prayed for rescue.

Despite the bleakness of their situation, some survivors still clung to hope, dreaming of a day when the city would be reclaimed and rebuilt. But for now, the streets of the Salvatore family's once-great city remained haunted by the undead, a grim reminder of the world that had been lost.

Men and women refused to be cowed by the violence and corruption surrounding them. But even amid this darkness, some fought back against the tyranny of the Salvatore family. Surrounding them were few, but they were determined, and they knew that the fight for the soul of New Haven would be long and bloody.

"Stupid humans, what do you mean my ass is nice and juicy? Let you take a bite? This ass is not something you trash can covet!"

A beautiful woman barely 5 feet 5 inches tall, with huge fluffy pink hair circling her body with two twin tails that bounced with every movement. Her body only wore a light black dress, her huge tits swaying with each movement; however, no matter how hard they swayed or bounced, they didn't slip or show her nipples, even to the men who tried their best to see them.

'That stupid Alex.... doesn't return my calls... That smelly dog bitch is now in my city! Why didn't she bring him!'

"FUCK!" A foul and rough voice sounded from the girl's cherry lips as she took several shots with her guns, the loud sound of her bullets penetrating the skull of an unfortunate male who tried to seduce her with lousy pick-up lines.

The woman stood in the centre of the ruined city, her eyes scanning the desolation around her. Broken glass and debris littered the ground, and the twisted frames of cars lay scattered about. Stores had been smashed open, their contents looted or destroyed. The stench of decay hung in the air, and distant screams echoed through the streets.

The woman held two long pistols, their barrels still smoking from recent use. Each pistol was loaded with custom-made ammunition to penetrate even the toughest armour.

Her guns were heavy in her hands, but she knew they would provide the stopping power she needed in this dark and dangerous world. The Smith & Mason Model S&M500s gleamed dimly as she drew the weapons. They were a sight to behold with their long barrels and customised grips.

"I love being thrown around and treated like a rag-doll!" Amy's crude voice sounded as her dress began to blow in the wind, walking towards the corpses, kicking them to the side to see if any were living.

'No fun... I want to be held down, choked and fuck by Alex's huge cock... Ah~ I know you're still alive; those rumours of you dying are a lie, right? Right? I saw you on the camera... I saw you... you were alive.... hehe~ stupid dog bitch doesn't know!'

The loud sound of the gunshots echoed through the air as she emptied the chambers of both pistols. The recoil shook her arms as she fired, but she remained steadfast. She reloaded, the metal cartridges clicking into place, echoing through the silent night as if she were some grim reaper, human, zombie, monster; nothing mattered to the heiress of the Salvatore fortune.

In the darkness, her maid was sneaking around, her eyes locked onto any threat killing them and collecting any of the blood of the most potent creatures, making sure always to keep alert.

'I cannot be lax; many of our brethren have already been ambushed by Lycan or killed by mutants... As vampires, how pathetic...' Alberta's thoughts were critical as she walked in the shadows like an assassin, her sharp daggers piercing even the most powerful steel or metal.

Amy didn't care, her guns smoking as she began to empty her bullets into the oncoming zombies, several stages 2's. At the same time, the rest were just trash, each bullet tearing through the air like a knife through melting butter, bursting open their fragile heads with pinpoint accuracy and spreading their nasty grey brains everywhere.

"Ah.... this is so boring... Lazy fat bitch... those tits are just going to sag if she sits at home all the time... Dad's even fucking that 18-year-old... Why does momma not do this shit herself! New blood..."

Shaking her head, returning her mind to the delightful news, she thought that Alex died when Sarah came to her family home, despite being sworn enemies, to tell of Alex's heroic end and that she ate his heart, allowing Amy to sense the changes in Sarah's blood almost devastated her.

'That bitch... she ate his heart, even when my beloved Alex wasn't dead!!'

Bang!Bang!Bang!

"You agree with me, right, damn it! Fuck she's a dumb slut!"

Amy spoke to the corpses of the humans that spoke to her, the zombies that now lay without upper bodies, while she sat down on the broken roof of a crimson sports car, her legs crossed as nobody was close; they missed the chance to glance at her naked lower body, the thick pink fur and smooth slit, Amy didn't care about her look, this body was only for Alex, and if he complained the next day she would wear a huge coat with several layers.

Holding her guns out, Amy felt at ease; her guns were an extension of her will, and she would use them to protect herself and those she cared for. The Smith & Wesson Model S&W500s were the perfect weapons for her, symbolising her skill and power. With each shot, she felt the surge of adrenaline course through her veins, driving her to continue fighting.

"Who needs a fucking sword... The only sword I need is that huge one between Alex's legs shoved inside my tight sheath!"

Amy grimly surveyed the destruction as she sat on the car's roof. She knew that the world was dangerous and was prepared to do whatever it took to survive. With a deep breath, she raised her pistols again and continued, thinking back to last night; she returned home after the Vampire Councils meeting to decide how to deal with this threat; moments after that, she got home, the news of Alex dying caused her to want to join him, but Alberta was always there to stop her attempts, now all spiked objects and weapons were confiscated until leaving the manor.

'I am glad she did that... Otherwise, would I have searched the internet for ways to kill myself without sharp objects... Damn, I was so stupid; the internet had been down for days... but... luckily, the camera and my pad still worked... Then... He showed up... In real-time... Alex wasn't dead!'

Thus after seeing him on the camera, Amy sealed her door and began to watch the video on repeat, his face more fierce, scars that made him look like a bad boy and seeing his body improved even more than before, Amy began to tease herself. She dreamed of the pleasure it would bring to be manhandled by him now, maybe she could reveal her true colours, and he'd still be able to pin her down and fuck her like a common slut, while choking her.

Amy was an all-out pervert and only left her room seven hours later, her fingers skin looking slightly shrivelled but her face beaming as she began to accept the hunting missions her mother gave. After all, she wanted to hunt for Alex, taste his blood, and feel his strong muscles underneath her claws.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She jumped at the sudden voice, turning to find her maid standing behind her, holding two daggers. "Alberta?! What are you doing here?!"

"Young lady... you were screaming your plans and his name so loudly; I doubt anyone in the city doesn't know you finally found a reason to continue..."

"Oh shut up," Amy grumbled as she turned away, continuing her rounds. It wasn't long before Alberta caught up to her, keeping pace beside her.

"It seems you've taken quite a liking to him."

"He's mine!" Amy growled.

"So you say, yet I don't believe you. You were too obsessed with him since we first met... Even though he seemed to dislike you at first."

"Fuck off, Alberta... I'm not going to talk about it anymore..."

"Then let us leave this topic alone... For now."

They walked silently for a short time until they reached a large building which used to house a bank.

"This place has been untouched for weeks; why haven't these people gone elsewhere? Are they hiding somewhere else?" Alberta spoke softly, her eyes glowing as she observed the slight movements from the humans hiding inside, some light sounds of metal seeming to be the release of several guns' safety locks.

"Maybe... Or perhaps because it's near the Salvatores' estate, and everyone knows not to come anywhere close, and they might be safe using our power and skill... Damn fucking leeches."

"Language, Young Lady....."

"Yeah yeah... I understand.... ok?"

Amy stepped forward, her glowing red eyes filling the night with a strange luminous glow as her pistols were raised in the air, aiming towards two of the shadows with guns.

"Hey, you FUCKING assholes, get out of my family's turf, or I might just blow some extra holes for you fuckers to plunge your tiny cocks into!"

Bang! Bang!

Her pistols shot as if to start another daily occurrence of the end times for Amy and her family. The cries of dying humans, begging men who have given up hope and women swearing to do anything to be protected.

Sadly Amy cared nothing for this; her only response.

Bang!

Was death.

Thus ended another day in New Haven, a slutty little stalker Vampire with pink hair pining for her lover while swearing to get revenge on the werewolf woman who had the real place within his heart yet used excuses not to take a step closer.

Amy was never going to let Alex leave her, no matter how things turned out, she would follow him even in death.