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  Chapter 183 Part B

  Continued from Part A...

  “Um let’s worry about that ter. Let’s get out of here please,” I said.

  “Ah you’re right,” she said.

  She’s honestly so worried that I’ll ditch her that she’s letting them shoot at her. Most of the shots go wild, but she then snatched one out of mid air. She was almost shot again a few times before deflecting them again but the dwarves don’t always aim perfectly because they are stressed out too.

  Wow, I didn’t know she had that ability.

  As best as I can figure, Mallory can both deflect and block shots even without the steel door because her agility reflex is just that badass. It’s something a normal human couldn’t ever do, but a vampire could. But the steel door is for my benefit. She also has a night vision that has a longer range than even Asakura and Sylvie’s has. She can pounce and jump at least ten feet high in the air if she focuses her…energy; whatever energy vampires use.

  The guards threw holy water on her, and it does burn her I found out at the next intersection of tunnels in the prison while we’re fighting our way out. But they don’t bother using garlic or crosses so I don’t know if that works on her. And she heals pretty fast; enough that a small vial of holy water just rolls right off her.

  The prison guards continue to retreat while we’re pushing our way through the cell block tunnels. Still they keep coming over and over. I’m surprised they even had that many guards. Or perhaps some of them are soldiers from the city itself, I wonder.

  We smashed up six more golems within the next half hour and we can hear the arms of the prison bring constantly. But then we heard barking too. The dwarves have brought out some sort of weird mechanical golem dogs that can track by sniffing. They are a golem version of tracker dogs?! How crafty!

  I wonder how they did it? They also managed to bring in traits of real dogs’ ability to sniff…how could such a device be built?!

  It surprised me.

  Gyle would have gone on about such things for hours if I’d asked him. That is if he was allowed to. Dwarves have a lot of forbidden topics for non-dwarves and their security forces are probably one of them.

  Mallory killed the first two easily by smashing their heads. Then the guards called off the others while we continue to advance in the tunnels. With each advancement an endless stream of ‘save me’, and ‘let us go with you’ offers come from other prisoners. In fact I have to avoid going too close to the other cages windows or doors, for fear of other prisoners trying to grab me to make me take them with us.

  “They were foolish trying to cage vampires,” Mallory said with her intense expression. She still continues forward not caring about clothes anymore.

  “Just don’t kill anyone if you can avoid it,” I said.

  “Why? And if I can’t? I don’t get it. Don’t tell me you sympathize with those that want to hurt us,” she countered after our sixth skirmish.

  “It basically proves that they don’t matter and that they’re below us. We want them to feel helpless. If we kill them, then we’re acknowledging they have skills and are on our level,” I suggested again.

  “Huh? What kind of logic is that?” she protested.

  “You’re strange,” she said.

  She’s still blocking crossbow shots off both of us. She’s gotten so good at it that I don’t even flinch when shots are fired at us anymore. I still duck behind Mallory’s back and hip though.

  Because she’s an undead she doesn’t even get tired. It’s weird seeing something beautiful, deadly, and slender that doesn’t get tired. She’s like the opposite of Rina in a way.

  “Just trust me. Making them afraid of us is way worse than making them think they have power over their own lives,” I kept up the mind conditioning.

  “I…still….don’t get it. We should still end them. You should totally let me be generous in giving you their clipped spines,” she said.

  “Just trust me on this, stick to my orders,” I said again after we’d gone over this same argument like a half a dozen times.

  “Fine…It’s a weird argument though. I don’t want you getting soft on me. And we still have to deal with when mother catches up with us,” she said.

  “What did you run away or something?” I asked.

  She didn’t answer after that. It made me suspicious about her retionship with this mother person. Are vampires all bad problem children?

  We made our way down more tunnels, though this part of the prison seems older and feels like the air is mustier too with some areas in disuse.

  Are we really on our way out or just going deeper in?

  “I don’t know where we are,” I said.

  I’m starting to get worried.

  Not knowing where you are means you don’t know which way to go. And every second here fighting also means there’s a chance the prison asks the town for help in form of reinforcements.

  “You…do you even know where you are going?” I asked.

  “Well …not completely but I have an idea of what I want,” she said.

  “We have to get to the tunnels under the dwarven town. These aren’t the ones I mean. I’m talking about stuff that hasn’t been touched by citizens above for like hundreds of years,” Mallory said.

  Now she’s making sense. But I didn’t know there was such a thing. So I asked her. “EH? Is there such a thing?” I said.

  She nodded while still blocking more prison guards’ shots. “It’s not a big deal. The dwarves don’t like to go down into a lot of the old tunnels anymore. They don’t know what’s down there and so most of it is sealed off because they’ve had a lot of people go missing exploring those spots and not missing from vampire attacks either. They believe much of it is already mined out too so there’s less incentive to clean it out instead of put their workers on the rich ore veins above the city and to the sides. There are things down there, even they are afraid off so there isn’t a reason to be there. There are even rumors of a race of albino dwarves down deep beneath us somewhere too,” she said.

  Albino dwarves? How? Maybe that’s an urban legend or twisted up somehow?

  Maybe she’s heard that rumor wrong.

  “I don’t want to stay underground though. Can’t we go to the surface?” I asked.

  Mallory frowned. “You know I don’t like sunlight. If you go to the surface then I can’t help you. Sunlight is…really bad for me. So I veto that. You can still be the prince and all that but I don’t want you doing something that hurts our retionship, my little bunny.”

  Shit, did she just call me her little bunny?

  “But I need you to follow my lead, do what I say so I can tell you won’t follow your killing instincts. I have a code I live by. And if you want to be my woman that’s how it goes,” I said.

  Remarkably she gave in. She even looked happier.

  “Fine… I like it when you order me around. Its hot. But still going to the surface won’t work. You can be in charge and I’ll still be your ‘wife’ but no surface or sunlight. I don’t like sun and you wouldn’t either if it made you go nuclear,” she said.

  “That’s not fair. I miss the sun,” I said.

  “Sunlight kills me,” she sighed. “Like literally…”

  “But if you get rebelious or hurt the innocent we won’t st as a couple. Do you understand? That’s why I have to be able to call the shots, don’t do what I say I won’t feed you…” I protest.

  “Oh jeez you are so mean!” she started pouting.

  “Um, I get that you need certain things, just try to cooperate with me OK?” I managed to get through to her after awhile.

  Because both of us freaked out Mallory took three more cross bow bolts; two in the leg and one in the shoulder. The dwarven guards were good marksmen as they shot at her. They are more afraid of her than me though; that’s interesting.

  “Ah screw it. Look what you did! You made me get shot again! Because you wrecked my concentration I got shot!” she protested. She doesn’t hesitate and just rips the bolts out. The skin has already closed over and healed up on her own wounds but I doubt she can just do that indefinitely.

  She’s slowed down a bit too.

  “Sorry about that,” I said.

  “It’s ok, just don’t be mean OK?” she said like a kid. She’s even frowning in a pouty way.

  “Fine.”

  “Ah, here it is,” she said while blocking more crossbow shots.

  “What is it?” I said.

  “An air shaft; I can smell the air vapor here being different. Then I spotted it. If we go down here, they can’t follow us for sure. No more golems, no more shooty dwarves with prickly crossbows. They won’t be willing to go down there and it doesn’t smell like people have gone in there in years if at all,” she almost seemed like she would start wagging her tail at any minute.

  An air shaft? Isn’t this dangerous? Who knows how far that goes down in a dwarven city.

  “Can we even survive down there?” I asked.

  “I don’t know…but I think there’s a chance to live this way,” she said.

  “You’re sure? Because once we go that way it looks…open enough that we wouldn’t be able to climb back up,” I asked.

  “Yeah, we have to chance it. They will keep pouring in reinforcements from above too. So if we go that way eventually there would be too many of them,” she said.

  We first had to get rid of the dwarven golems and scare off the prison guards.

  She pulled off the grate over an air shaft. She shouldn’t have been able to do it really. It was a grate that had been permanently closed over. And it’d been bolted in but she ripped the bolts off. But she could feel and hear the air flow going behind it and that’s how she’d noticed it.

  “But how far down is it?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “I could drop down?”

  “If you do then how will I get down? Plus what if it’s too far and you break your neck doing so,” I asked.

  “Ah that’s a problem huh? We don’t have any ropes. It could be like hundreds of feet down there,” she admitted.

  When we both look down we can’t see the end.

  And then we had to stop to fight off dwarves. Already they are signaling each other where we’re thinking of going.

  “I don’t think we have any other choice. They will have the bulk of their forces guarding the exit of the prison Shun. This is the only way out,” Mallory said.

  Shit.

  We’re so screwed.

  How do we climb down a vertical shaft with no rope? It looks and feels like a lot of space and air circuting out there, which would mean a significant drop to basically nothing or into the endless dark.

  And while we debate it the dwarves keep shooting at us. We’re kind of getting pinned down as they just keep adding more and more shooters.

  “Well I have an idea but you might not like it,” I said.

  She frowned.

  We had to let her purposefully get shot so we could take the steel crossbow bolts of the dwarves. We also noticed the bolts are poisoned with some kind of sleep or death poison but because vampires are undead she’s immune to it.

  We salvaged six crossbow bolts and then use them for mountain climbing stakes while we go down. She stabs into the rock and then crawls down with me on her back holding her chest.

  Of course before doing in, I was shocked when she squeezed my prick so hard I was worried it would pop. Then she inserted it into her love canal while making me ride her piggyback style. She won’t let me off now for any reason. Then she squeezed me so hard there’s no way I could even pull out of her love channel if I wanted to, and she keeps it clenched tight. I had to hold my shackled wrists and hands over Mallory’s neck and then thread her arms through between them so my arms are around her waist. Without trying to as I’m trying to hold onto her back, the only pce I can put my hands is holding her breasts and part of her chest.

  Once inside the air shaft it’s hard to see.

  This is hard too because I’m sort of not quite below her but feeling the sensation of being close to falling but not falling yet. She managed to lunge down the first few feet against a sheer wall using the stakes while I’m trying to avoid freaking out. Then she stopped our fall again using both metal bolts which she uses as stabbing stakes. She did this because she knows the dwarves soon go to the air shaft hole above us to try to shoot down at us. And while she’s doing that I have the other four crossbow bolts in one of my pockets. At some point the stakes she’s using to climb down with will become too blunted and damaged from her using them to puncture sheer rock, and then she’ll have to switch to the others I am holding in my pocket.

  Even though I have a night vision, it’s very limited compared to hers which is way superior over even the dwarves. I struggle to interpret what I’m seeing because of not being used to it. In this way I’m totally dependent on her climbing down for both of us. She’s the only one of us with enough strength and tenacity to manage it.

  But that’s scary too because if she regains control and breaks free of my sex demon mind control then she could just rip my arms off like they are made of bacon. And she would probably enjoy that. So I try to cooperate with her as much as I can.

  This doesn’t look good so far.

  Several minutes ter we’re still working our way down the vertical shaft. This shaft is really huge and long. It doesn’t go down horizontally even a bit. It’s completely vertical with only a few lips sticking out in a few pces.

  Strangely a half hour ter of climbing I’m still hanging onto Mallory’s naked back and chest with my tool wedged tightly in her love canal, possibly only from enhance length coming from daemon genes or demon genes, whichever.

  She has pretty good strength and doesn’t seem to compin while she’s concentrating. It’s weird that she can do this but that’s vampire strength for you. It doesn’t even bother her that she’s letting me totally feel up her big boobs half the time. In fact, she gets off on it and wants it. I mean how do you ride a woman piggyback style with your legs around her waist without feeling up her private parts, especially when other parts are already connected? And if I make her too stimuted she could end up losing concentration and then we fall.

  She’s trying to go quickly at first to put us out of range of dwarven shooters above us at the shaft entrance, but then resumed normal speed after we almost slipped.

  It’s terrifying.

  But after another half hour I realize she can do this without us dying or her falling. Her strength and stamina is absolutely beyond comprehension. She’s confident in her climbing, and she also doesn’t lose her endurance while staying mentally cool about it.

  But then the dwarves got to the shaft and take turns poking their head down to shoot at us. They do this by taking turns and pulling back to reload while the next dwarf can shoot with a team of them keeping up constant fire on us. They are slowed down from the air shaft being a small area to shoot through but can alternate dwarves in position to fire easily.

  Somehow we’re still fighting our way down. But it’s been several hundred yards since they were really within sight of being able to shoot us even though we were going pretty slow.

  Mallory uses one hand to gauge and block the shots, though that is pretty hard to do and I think she’d only deflect the shot to somewhere besides her head and neck but we got lucky that they missed a few times and then we were too far below them though it was still scary when a shot got close to us hitting the cliff face or rock face we’re moving down. It’s a risky position where she has to protect our heads and even her head is vulnerable. This also exposes me more than her from such a disadvantageous position.

  Then sometimes she has to help me keep my legs wrapped around her too so that my endurance doesn’t fail. She can do that by holding my legs wrapped around her or by holding my waist against her back for a few minutes.

  The dwarves keep peppering bolts at us with their team unity. They can do that as long as we’re in sight because of some weird night vision extender spell they are using plus they have the advantage of gravity helping them get unnatural range on us below them.

  Each step Mallory has to go slow to make sure the steel points she’s stabbing into the rock will hold, or else just use her own fingers and hands on the rock to grip which also works in some spots but not all of them. If she were to become wounded while blocking a shot, then it makes her hands that much slipperier in trying to get a grip; so even though we’re making progress and she’s superhuman in ability, there’s all kinds of hidden dangers still.

  We lost a lot of time getting down. At some point we managed to get beyond three hundred feet. By this time the dwarven shooters are so slow between shots that we’re sure they will give up soon. But we don’t know if they have a work around tunnel at the bottom of this shaft that they can get to in other areas.

  Mallory’s vampire genes allow her to be like my human spider mount. It’s kind of cool except for the near death all around us part. And she started to like it when I feel up her boobs, where before she was just being patient about it. But it’s hard to enjoy that with the shackles still on my wrists.

  “They shouldn’t be able to follow us for awhile,” she said once we’re on the ground.

  The air shaft opening is about four hundred feet above us by now. We can see little pinpricks of light. But it’s slow going down the near vertical drop. Any kind of fall here you’d break your neck before you even hit the ground.

  There’s less chance that they can hit us from above but I still worry about the possibility that they have expert marksman among them.

  Mallory keeps blocking while we move down the tunnels.

  The weird part was that she didn’t let me get away from letting me piggy back ride her. She’s started to like it and insist on staying that way. As in somehow she gets off on it, and is rapidly developing a fetish for it. Is this some kind of problem reted to vampires being partly mad I wonder? A normal human couldn’t because it would fuck up their back to do this and their hips and legs moving would foce it to come out, but an obscenely strong undead body that barely feels such things might like pain since she has trouble feeling things in general anyway. Plus I have extended length and thickness that compensate for her moving thighs.

  She holds my knees around her to support my weight while moving down the horizontal part of the tunnel that we reached.

  Somehow we’ve escaped from the dwarven prison. But this pce is dangerous.

  Immediately we notice some things here shouldn’t be like this.

  The first thing we’d seen that signaled the danger was a huge ass pile of bones at the bottom of the air shaft over thirty feet across and five feet high at the lowest part, but another fifteen feet high on the high end nearest the cliff face. None of the bones had meat on them, and had all been stripped clean.

  Not to mention most of them look prisoners because whatever ate them didn’t eat the metal shackles on their wrists.

  “Looks like we know what they do with the bodies,” she said.

  “Yeah. But what ate them? There’s no rotting meat anywhere,” I said.

  “Good, I hate that smell,” she shivered.

  “That pile of bones is way bigger than I feel comfortable about,” I said.

  “Me too,” she agreed.

  If the dwarves had dumped bodies in the air shaft then there would still be meat there on the bones, but it looks like everything has been picked clean. Mallory noticed teeth marks from something with very sharp teeth on the bones plus many of the bones were just snapped in half from some kind of big bites. The teeth marks are so big in fact they’d be like bigger than our tongues, but it took her awhile to figure that out because most of the jaw bites snapped any teeth that would have had teeth marks on them.

  Within minutes of being down here, Mallory has detected several scents of predators of other creatures that she doesn’t recognize. And they are big, bigger than people. Some of them I’m not even sure what they were.

  Was it a mistake to go down here? I don’t like this one bit.

  At least Mallory hasn’t attacked me yet. Well…she’s becoming more tame by the minute but is really aggressive if I try to even think about pulling out. But how long will it be safe to be with her?

  And while I’ve got these shackles still on my wrists I am limited to one spell in a ten hour period.

  Dead rat skeletons are virtually every where down here. Also picked free of all meat and fur.

  How are we supposed to live?

  It takes us some time to inspect this area because it’s strange and unlike anything on the surface.

  Weird…

  We can feel and see where we are going but we’re headed down a slope of like something like 20 degrees or so downward rather than up.

  Shouldn’t we be heading towards the surface more? Or at least shouldn’t the tunnels head back towards the dwarven fortress town?

  “Shh, quiet,” Mallory said.

  She feels warm. This would be comfortable if not for the fact we’re in a scary pce where big predators roam.

  Did she hear something?

  I’m still riding her piggy back style. She pulls my legs up tighter around her waist and hip. This position is also safer with her because she can’t be tempted to bite me if I’m behind her. She does ease up and lean forward so its easier for me to stay on, but that would wreck someone’s back if they weren’t undead.

  Maybe that’s why she likes it?

  I stay quiet. She’ll tell me what’s up when she’s ready.

  Long minutes pass by. She’s holding deathly still. I’m also deathly still with her. She’s on edge and while still totally insane and crazy she’s got this look on her face like she’s in hunting mode. It’s a strange sort of intense look while she’s hunkering over looking at the terrain below and around us.

  “We’re being hunted. Something is down here with us,” she said.

  Shit.

  Before we were supposed to have a major engagement I was going to try to get these shackles off.

  I have to be patient and py this strategically. We’re getting out of this. But it takes time.