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She was an experimental baby-clone reborn from the ashes of “9-11, 2001” who quickly evolved into a manipulative, nymphomaniac woman with two active personalities always in need of sexual attention. Legends hold that she was the re-incarnation of a cursed virgin, a female angel of death banished unto the other side of Hell by a holy Roman priest; It has been said that women through the ages whispered her forbidden name as a death-wish against abusive & unfaithful men: 'La Virgen Maldita', cursed Virgin of death, they called her, for she was the sexiest of them all, but any man who had sex with her either loses his mind or dies. The Virgin can be seduced into making love with any man without question but the Beast within her kills them in the act, without hesitation.

Harold La paz is a veteran US Army Ranger, a protected federal agent for special C.I.A. cover operations, a suspected spy and high end assassin pre-paid by the “Black Eagle” security network. A dangerous lazy- faire and bipolar man who has managed to keep his two incompatible personalities from intersecting by controlling his own cunning, wicked alter ego. Suddenly he finds himself tangled up in between the legs of an insatiable sexual predator, living under the enchantment of a woman who actually isn’t a woman at all. He tried to use-and-dump her as one more girl, but this time, she got control his mind infesting it with fearful lust and carnal desire. They are both the hunters as well as being wanted by police authorities. While the couple moves around under constant chase by a tenacious network of detectives, Virgin becomes a perfect cover-up for a serial killer so lethally clever that no one has ever suspected him or her -until now.

Can the Virgin of death and Mr. Harold outsmart the system by concealing their shocking double life or will someone expose their crimes and true identities?...Who is the beast?

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NEW CHAPTERS WILL FOLLOW UP TO THIRTEEN

OPENING NEWS FLASH:

Old Man Arrested for Assault & Murder

Bang!... Shot fired! The sudden blast disturbed the relative calm of the One-Way Street community in Yonkers, NY. Some of the vigilant neighbors have called the police several times reporting a domestic disturbance at 9648 North Broadway. It is known as the second residence of a famed city' doctor but a stranger has been spotted walking around the yard with a loaded shotgun. He was speed-walking as a hunter in search of his target; He stopped and listened to the sound of footsteps as he ventured out onto the dried leaves, he saw something move behind a tree and shot at it… A long haired woman with a white dress ran across the yard yelling ‘”haaaiiiihh!“… And he shot her again right at center mass; her body twisted from the pellet’s impact and fell backwards into the swimming pool, tinting the water with her blood. This was the original complaint voiced to 911 operator by anonymous eyewitness:

       

But when the police arrived at the house an old man was kneeling on the backyard. He was caressing the hand of a mortally wounded woman, believed to be the owner of the house. Apparently, she fell or perhaps was pushed from the second floor deck. The man kept mumbling over and over; “You are going to be Okay, babe, I killed the beast… the bitch tried to kill my wife; I killed the beast…

”Lieutenant Patrick, you have to look at this”, shouted the forensic officer. “There is a dead man tied up to the bed-rest in the master bedroom… It look like he is one of ours… We also recovered the bloody dress of another woman riddled with shotgun’s bullet holes and retrieved a long hairpiece found floating on the pool, but we haven’t found the body that wore it... yet.”

At first it looked like a simple crime of passion: Apparently, the old man has discovered a love affair and tried to kill them both. However, Lieutenant Patrick White rightfully concluded that this was not only a tragic incident but the missing link of a twisted and bizarre story of sex and violence. He immediately pulled back and held the suspect at gun’s point:

“Freeze, asshole” Patrick barked. His finger was resting on the trigger and his arm extended steady in front of him. His mind full of criminal data had enough incriminating clues to identify and arrest this bastard or blow his head off. Their eyes have met before but this time there will be no more narrow escapes in between chases.

“Whoa,” said the old man while respectfully eyeing the weapon pointed at his face “Hey, why don’t you point that thing down before someone gets hurt?”

“Don’t you move anything… or the game will end right here” Said Patrick icily. “I know who you are hiding behind that masquerade… In case you haven’t figured it out, I don’t care who pays you or who do you know in the system, and I am no fucking around… Now put your hand up where I can see them and stay down or I will shoot you on the head… just like you do it… in cold blood”

“Hey Patrick, what is going on?... who the hell is this? Asked a concerned police officer coming to assist with handcuff.

“Don’t get too close to him sargeant… This guy is as dangerous as one man army…! Lock his hands, bound his feet and tied him down to a stretcher…”  Two more officers came by to subdue the old man who offered no apparent resistance, but Patrick kept a steady gun pointed at him until the secured body was locked up into an armored transport.

After a quick investigation, the man was identified as Harold Lapaz, wanted by multiple police agencies and questioned in relation to the mysterious death of many high profile people. The following story is based on excerpts from voluntary remarks made during a brief incarceration at the NY Psychiatric Sanatorium in the presence of a criminal psychologist and the attorneys appointed to the legal defense of Mr. Harold Lapaz.

CHAPTER ONE
September 11, 2001: Birth of the Virgin Beast

The NY Sanatorium was a hospital-jail facility to which we have gained entrance showing United Press pass and Government issued IDs. A hard faced security guard ushered us to a room surrounded by closely welded steel rods and a key-locking inside door. A middle age bearded man, dressed in dark clothes with a black hat tilted over his face was sitting at one of four chairs arranged haphazardly around an old stainless steel table bolted to the floor.

“Hello, my name is Fran Detower, I am a reporter and these are Dr. Harriman Baker and Dr. Loews Bangor” I said.

“I know who you are, sit down!” Harold peered at the others under his hat. “What kind of doctors are you? Another psychiatrist? A behavior specialist perhaps? A neurological  butcher getting ready to split my brain in half? Ah?

“Not at all sir, I am a molecular biologist and Dr. Bangor is your legal defense lawyer… we are here to help you sir.” Courteously answered Dr. Baker.

“I know why you are here,” Harold interrupted. “You have come here to hear my story.” He stood up and began pacing to and from a sink with running water on the back of the room.

...My name is Harold Lapaz and I pleaded NOT GUILTY to all charges. Although I look considerably older, I am only 55 years old, honorably discharged from the US Army; veteran of many wars and currently working as a Computer Consultant for “Black Eagle” Security. Off the record, you can verify that I am listed by the CIA’s Homeland Security Division with top secret G-8 clearance to conduct special targeted operations… I am also covered under the federal witness protection act, so the people who locked me up in this filthy place have nothing against me that can be held in court. My life style might be considered armed and dangerous, and somehow I have survived where many others have died but nothing that I have seen or experienced in my past years of cover-actions around the world has been more disturbing than the weird and deadly sexual affair that I am about to reveal.

It started with the emergency mobilization of “September 11, 2001”, you guys remember? In the midst of the disaster, we witnessed the extraordinary birth of a baby girl who in less than seven years would grow into a full-fledged woman with incredible mental abilities, brute force and lethal sexual desire. She turned out to be like an incarnation of a nymphomaniac virgin, possessed by a demonical personality; a virgin and a beast.

....The nurse had baby Jane Doe 2001-09- 11 held close in her arms.  I courteously opened the door of a Livery Taxi that was waiting for her and said: I did not see you… I hope you know what you are doing."… "I didn’t see you either … Thank you," she said, and as the taxi drove off, I thought that I would never see her again.

Josie, Willie and Virgin's escape from the cage

I have been waking up exactly at 6:06 AM every day for the last thirteen days. Somehow I emerged from the same recurring wet dream-nightmare in which I am suspended in mid-air high above the twin towers held by a beautiful and sexy half-woman, half-beast winged creature that seats on top of me. I feel like the bed and everything around me is crumbling down with the building but I am totally paralyzed, finally the sphinx-like beast  let out an orgasmic squeal, releases me into a free fall and flies away through the smoke filled skies… All of the sudden I bounce off my bed in a crude awakening tangled up within the cotton sheets, sweating, disoriented and gasping for air.

I clearly remember that earlier that Thursday evening I have gotten out of my personal limo to buy some foodstuff at the local market. I have almost forgotten about Nurse Josie Pilarez when she suddenly appeared, dropped her bag of groceries and hurriedly came over to hug me: She was trembling with tears in her eyes, uttering sounds of weeping joy, fear, clamor, and helplessness.

“Thanks god you are here", she said in between weeps. "I have to show you, I have to show you what has become of the little girl we saved that night… at the hospital… remember?

Quickly before I could buy anything, she introduced me to her husband, Willie Pilarez; both practically dragged me out of the store and led me to their apartment on West 228th Street. As soon as she opened the door, I understood the reason for the forced invitation: they have converted the modest apartment into virtual fortress with three locks and metal gates in all windows. Then they showed me ‘the cage’....

“We tried to keep it a secret but she grew up too fast… and was so hyper that we had to keep her away from other children… she learned to read with the TV and use the computer like a wizard... Then she discovered her sexuality and became so extremely violent that we had to rebuild the house… into this. Two times she attacked my husband and last week she bit the hand of the priest when he tried to do an exorcism on her...”

“Virgin!... She said, “My name is “Virgin Milagros del Carmen y del Corazon De Jesus Pilarez” Then she paused in odd. “I prefer to be called Virgin, just Virgin!”......

Determined to kill me, the beast over-powered what little resistance I could muster when she pulled and broke off the leather belt in two pieces. Virgin entered and closed the metal door behind her, grabbed me by the throat and pinned me down against the wall; the beast made me take a good look at her ice-cold droplet sweating face, her multicolored eyes, sharp canine teeth and a living horn-like bump on her forehead that frightened me... the snake resting on her shoulders also scared me to death... and suddenly… lucky for me… she got distracted by noises at the door.

DUMPH, TUMPH TUMPH!… “This is the police… is anyone in there?… open up!”....

"Take me to the Manhattan apartment Julio... you don't want to know what else is going on here", I said; and don’t tell anyone, where I am or that you have seen me today… Please."

END OF CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

Saturday, 6:06 am

 Trip to the mall, death of a salesman and seduction of Harold.

I woke up sexually aroused by a strong hormonal smell overflowing the whole house like a cold mystical fog. I pushed the door open to the second bedroom where the girl was sleeping and there she was; her unblemished lustrous body completely naked, resting peacefully like the mysterious woman in all my wet dreams. I pretended to organize the night table, close the window or throw a blanked over but I couldn’t resist the call of the flesh to lie down next to her. Looking, feeling and touching so close that I felt her body heat burning my skin as my trembling hand slide over her oily skin from head to toe. She swiveled like snake, turned on her back spreading her legs wide open and yawned without opening her eyes. I reacted by falling off the bed unto the hard wood floor and hastily got up acting as if someone had tripped me over with my own stupid feet.

Anyway, trying to find excuses for myself, I raddled the kitchen with a noisy parade of pots-and-pans to make a hot breakfast.  Few minutes later, she got up wearing the same dress from the night before and no shoes. She walked with at ease about the house as if she were living there for long time: She stayed up late the night before watching TV, she had second serving of scramble egg, milk and cereal while playing with lipsticks as she sat in front of a dresser... bending over and opening her legs in front of the mirror... I guess, she was teasing me.

Just as we were leaving the store, a horrific wail and a commotion alerted security guards to run toward the back of the store: Apparently, an employee was found dead in the employee’s bathroom and a woman was frantically calling for help. Little did I know then that my beautifully dressed dream-girl had everything to do with it.

Indeed, I have seen the indulgent courtesy of the young man trying to please Virgin and he followed her around the store. Actually, she had enchanted the poor boy and lured him to the fitting room, from which they quickly moved into the employee’s bathroom. They exchanged a rash of devouring kisses while she rested one foot on the toilet seat. .........

(missing detail) .....

The clerk saw her naked and then he was dead...

 Virgin took her skirt off, put on a new set of army pants, loosened her hair and left the paralyzed body hanging there like one more piece of garment.

Back in the apartment I tried in vain to wipe off the sensual ideas streaming behind my eyes by swallowing a long gulp of Whisky and dashed into the bathroom to take a quick cold shower. But when I came out dressed with a bathrobe I found Virgin sitting naked on top of my bed, putting on a show like a striper at a bachelor party, and proceeded to model off from one garment into another for me…  I have forgotten about the stainless steel pole bolted from the ceiling to the coffee table by my old stripper-girlfriend back in 1997. But this private show was more innocent and sensual in contrast to the foggy flashback of my past nights of burlesque. I must admit that my own history of libertinage may have promoted her perverseness, but I continued to watch her sliding up and around the dancing-pole like a pro… anyway, I have to concede that with or without clothes, she looked good... extremely good.

The beast lowered her face right down to mine landing with a soft kiss on my forehead and said " I am sorry Harold, You are the best man I ever had... but I have to let you go now"… and letting out a wailing sound, she started to bend backwards with the clear intention of smashing against my head…

“Jesus!” I uttered, “I didn’t believe in Jesus then, but I said it out of desperation anyway” and quickly used the headrest to impulse my slippery body under her and the beast rammed into the wooden board. She turned around with her hair rising up all over like a glowing fire, looking at me with her round puffy eyes, then I crawled around the bed into the half bathroom and closed the interior door. I haven’t ever seen nor imagined anything like that scene, not even a creature from Dante’s inferno. Panic invaded my mortal soul as I saw how she ripped off the hollow door from the hinges.

Then I remembered to press the red-panic button:”Bawm!, It released a sliding metal hatch recessed into the sidewalls pre-designed precisely for this sort of urgency.

“BLAMPH” The door closed and I was safely locked inside the $10,000.00 safe room I had installed seven years ago, just in case. The vault was an anti-earthquake capsule, fired-bullet-proof, framed by 2x2 solid iron rods, steel plate laminated with a hidden rack packed with emergency food-medicine provisions, CB radio, a satellite cell phone, flash lights and my collection of illegal fire arms.

The beast kept kicking and punching the metal door. I loaded a handy 38-caliber gun and pushed the green-panic button: The door opened and “Bang, Bang!”, I shot her twice at point blank. Flipping sideways and bouncing from the wall, the beast dodged the bullets but tripped over the table lamp, felt backwards and landed on the floor, seated against the side of the bed, naked and breathing hard.

Leaning on the safe room’s doorframe, I aimed steady at her forehead. "Listen to me Cursed Virgin of death… we had a deal… You must hide your horn back, stop attacking me or I will shoot you again, and again until you die"

"Ha, jaah! … You don't get it! Do you?" She started to calm down "If I die… you’ll die in less than twenty eight days...

Cut...…

Dr. Dianne Hernz has been my private Doctor, business partner, best friend and on-off girlfriend for more than twenty years. She was always in control of the affair and since she was either engaged or married to someone else, she was never bothered that I had other unstable relationships with younger women while I was away from her. After hearing details of how I have cornered myself into this perplexing situation, she sounded theatrically jealous “yeah right”. But when she realized that the girl in question was the missing Jane Doe child from 2001, she worked quickly to arrange an emergency relocation for the mobile unit of the Genesis-Cryonic laboratory to the side street of my Manhattan apartment. She and her team arrived promptly at 9.11 PM.

Dr. Hernz gave me a welcoming side kiss, hurled us to the back to the vehicle and swiftly put on a pair of synthetic gloves and said. "What are you doing with handcuffs on this girl, Harold?... you don't need them in here,  please take it off..." 

She carefully removed the bandage under which I expected her to see the result of a gunshot. But there was no wound to show where there was a serious injury before- and now nothing. Her assistant pretended not to be part of my delusional claim and got to work in something else immediately, administering an abbreviated physical exam, including ophthalmoscope, tuning fork and simple coordination of visual tests; while checking for vital signs, she also drew saliva, tears and blood samples inserting a drop under the microscope and a tube into the quick analysis centri-photographic computer.

“Well” Dr. Herns said slowly “We have always told each other some sort of story, but a gun shot that heals itself in less than an hour is one is the top of your tall tales.” I was amazed at the fiction-like fact and speechless in front of Dr. Hearnz phony reaction;  but she could not believe why I was freaking out. Here we were in front of a creature that has the virtual ability to regenerate her own living tissues. I mean this is the holy grail of genetics, this girl held a molecular key to the fountain of youth -the secrets to delay death which  philosophers, adventurers and nano-physiologists has been trying to unlock for years- and here it was,  staring at us unnoticeable.

Meanwhile, I continued to tell her more details that what the good doctor wanted to know: “This is the girl that was taken from hospital back in September 11, 2001, remember? … The hospital authorities are still looking for her… This girl has no legal guardian you know, no one but me (the others two have died), she is probably a premature clone that may have been created in an experimental tube and implanted into that Jane-Doe woman, which you keep frozen in the lab… I know for a fact that she is only six years old but I have irrefutable proof that her body has evolved into a sexually mature 21 years old woman and everyday she ages even more…”

Dr. Hernz interrupted me and examined my blushing eyes. "Humm!..You don’t look so good Harold, are you getting enough sleep? Did you get really close... I mean sexually... with her... already? She inquired to confirm her intuitions. I didn’t need to answer.  She perceived that this girl fitted the cabaret-one-night profile of many of my past adventures and there was no way to lie myself out of that one.

"Well, not really” I admit it by negation…“It’s not what you think…"

If I tried to explain it would be in vain because, she knew me better than I thought and she could easily read my body language; I was ambivalently afraid because I knew it, and I did not take the basic precautions to walk away or use a condom. Anyway, I tried to cover up my mortal negligence and kept on talking. "...For the last two days she has been restless day and night and doesn’t sleep well… so we need to give her something to help her sleep… and we also need to duplicate someone’s medical record to get a birth certificate and get a passport for her… we need to leave the country… I have a private job to do in Dominican Republic and see if I can get some extra help from there.”

Dr. Hernz seems to ignore me while helping to recline Virgin back against the examining table. Her expression grew partly puzzled and slightly disturbed as she observed Virgin exhibiting constant motion; stepping, twirling, making nervous movements whilst aimlessly humming.

She started writing a prescription. "She may be suffering from an apparently new disorder of the nerves…. We don’t know exactly how it develops but it shows similar symptoms: hyperactivity, mod changes, abnormal grows… and"

She stopped to compare some of the results that the young lab assistant brought hurriedly to her attention. The numbers were all over the chart, accompanied with all sort of red lights and electronic alarms from the electrocardiograms machine; Virgin's heart rate was irregular and high blood pressure over 200…. her internal temperature was 114 degrees… but her outer skin was extremely pale and sweating cold droplets below 50 degrees.

"This is technically impossible… She can get a heart attack or go into convulsions at any moment… This blood sample shows signs of multiple viruses… she is dangerously contagious… she has to be locked up in quarantine at once… we are all exposed to unpredictable biological contamination… We must alert the advanced research clinic immediately!"

Dr. Hernz stepped back and put on a surgical mask; she was amazed, terrorized, scared and wanting to contact the supporting authorities and she tried hurriedly to get to the phone in next the compartment.

Noticing the commotion, Virgin jumped; flipped over the examining table and blocked her way by clamping her feet and hands against the opposite walls of the small corridor… she fixed her deadly eyes into Dr. Hernz, showing her teeth and extruded fingernails: “You can’t tell anyone else about this… you must help us or you will die here!” As she spoke, a cold cloud of body steam kept flaming out of her mouth as if she were smoking.

I jumped in and positioned myself in between them… put my arm around the shaken Dr. Hernz and said; Look, she means no harm, what she meant to say was that you are our only hope… we can’t trust no one with this situation… But if you help us, she is not going to hurt you… isn’t that right Virgin? Virgin?”

“Yes… of course", Virgin replied showing up her head over my shoulder. "I promise not to hurt you… I can’t hurt anyone who helps me… I thank you Dr. Hernz… please help… You are our only hope." She said that in the most humble tone while holding on to Dr. Hernz’s left hand… again, helplessly cold and shaking. She then curled up into a chair with her arms wrapped around her own neck and hands resting on to her shoulders.

"Now… tell me again", I said. What is so dangerous about this analysis?

Dr. Hernz was making an extreme effort to calm herself down, but could no stop comparing the litany of abnormal indicators, data flashing on the screen and paper being spew by the dot-matrix printer.

“Dammed Harold, I warned you! many times I told you that this could happen… She has all kinds of STD viral infections. You name it, she got it; Malaria, Hepatitis, Avian Flu, HIV, TB, VD, FEV, Pneumonia… and she is also immune… She is a deadly carrier but she seems to be immune!

Immune? … Immune to what? I asked while allowing Dr. Hernz to draw blood sample from my arm.

The lab assistant interrupted nervously while putting on a surgical mask. "She is immune to all of them… all virus are contained and latent inside her system… some how she has an extraordinary amount of T-cells and an enormous variety of antibodies… way off the known charts…”

As soon as Dr. Hernz drew a vial of blood, I started to faint… and into the cold metal floor I landed, shaking and sweating.

Harold? Harold get up! I heard Dr. Hernz calling me out as she bent over trying to get me to incorporate myself… I could hear her, but I couldn’t articulate my speech… neither could I get up.

"He will die soon." Murmured the beast with a malicious cold look.

"What do you mean? … How do you know that? … What did you do to him?" Inquired Dr. Hernz while backing away from the scene...

"I know a lot more than what science can teach you Doc." said the beast, "He will need some of my own antibodies to fight infections… or he will surely die… just like everyone else who has sex with me, I like him but he too will die.”

“Look, I don’t know exactly what is going on here, but apparently he is the one who is protecting you! Implored Dr. Hernz: "if he dies… who is going to help you? Besides, your antibodies are in your blood… but your blood is also full of deadly viruses!?

"You are right! We can not use my blood" Replied the beast in a professorial tone, "but my antibodies are isolated when I sweat; you will gather the sweat from my forehead into a syringe and injects at least 3CC into his blood stream… that will keep him from dying as long as I am alive.”

Then the beast pointed at the vial with my blood and said: “ Now, my red cells count is decaying, I need an injection of his blood in exchange for my antibodies… can you do that?

Dr. Hernz's keen sense of experimental medicine quickly concurred with the beast’s hypothesis. Silently nervous but without hesitation, she located the vein on Virgin’s arm and injected the vial of my blood into her system. She then proceeded to gather the sweat from Virgin's forehead and applied an injection with it into my forearm.

I felt a burning sensation as the alien antigens started to mutate within seconds and slowly regained my strengths as if I were coming out from an anesthesia or an overdose of sleeping drugs.

They were all amazed at my speedy recovery but Dr. Hernz rapidly understood the deadly dilemma and clarified the plan to keep me alive while saving time to study the case of the beast:

"This is what we can understand so far" She said to Virgin " You guys need each other to stay alive and must keep away from people as much as possible… is that clear? … I am going to prepare a combined medication to reduce your blood pressure and this will help you sleep better for few days… in exchange for a vial of his red-blood cells which you need to regenerate; you have to give him an injection with your sweat to help Harold keep up his immune system... as he needs it... is tat what we have agreed?

I kept a silent agreement but the beast, now acting as the innocent Virgin nodded and questioned. "It looks like a very short solution! What about my body mutations? And… I am growing so fast that I can get old and die in few months?

Dr. Hernz tried to reassure virgin by saying "You seem to have a case of accelerate growth, but I see no signs of deterioration yet; no one knows for sure what is next, but I will be working on it, personally"… ‘Meanwhile, I know that if I can reduce your heart rate and stabilized your internal temperature, may be we can slow the growing process… may be the mutations will just stop… but I need to run more tests, a lot more tests!

Dr. Hernz finished writing a prescription and gave it to me; "Here, Harold, get to the QBX pharmacy at west 181st. and get these pills from Dr. Martinez… you take one of each and it may last for eight hours, but she need to use four pills if you want her to sleep for at least four hours… Also, since she is a girl, I would like to know what the gynecologist could do for us… Call this number and make an appointment to see Dr. Benjamin Weinberg…tomorrow… and tell him that I sent you… In the meanwhile I will try to contact my associates at Genesis-Cryonic headquarters to arrange special treatment for both of you”.

I felt overwhelmed with simple instructions: “Wait a minute… What else is going inside her? I saw her jump off and flip from a Virgin to beast worst than that… How am I going to deal with this exchange of blood every week... if she keeps changing on me?”

My dear Harold, you have no other choice… these viruses and your infections are deadly real... may be she has a temporal lobe lesion that causes the changes, but we need to conduct a pneumonic encephalogram and a throughout CIT scanning… for both of you. She added pointing at me.

"Oh my gosh, I am really fuck! -I tried to surprise myself intentionally- "You need more machines? … What about her aggressive split personality... That psycho bitch almost killed me twice, you know?

“I understand, Harold but before we can refer to her as a psychotic case, I would exhaust the somatic possibilities first; sometimes a psychosomatic state can induce mental delusions, abnormal strength, accelerate motor performance but psychiatry is not my area… Whatever we missed in the EEG and the arteriogram could conceivably turns up with X-rays and EKG at the advanced scanning research center… You want to know my opinion?” She paused to breathe; “We should arrange an alias name and transfer her... and you... for at least six month, under 24-7 observation at the best hospital we could find or you  may  actually die... and if any of you die, our cryonic team can vitrified your body just in time for future preservation.”

I tried to curl up to my old friend but Dr. Hernz, clearly avoided hugging me as she used to do way back when we… well, before this. "If anything, stay away from people and call me every day… and I will call you as soon as I can get safe transport to our facilities." She blew me a close distance kiss and backed away from me while moving to the front seat. As soon as Virgin and I got off the van-lab, the automatic door closed and Dr. Hernz pressed her assistant-driver to speed away from the neighborhood.

The thought of my impending dead did not scare me as much as before. You see, Dr. Hernz and I are bonded by a life-time membership in the Genesis-cryonic life extension project. We have medical assurances that if any of us becomes critically ill, our entire body will be frozen and preserved by vitrification until future medicine can solve whatever illness or body dysfunction that current medicine could not solve.  We have pre-paid insurance to preserve our DNA for future cloning and we also kept frozen embryos and sperms for future cross-fertilization. In other words we have our own  medical plans for a DNA-cloned life after death...a private passport to eternity.

Back in the apartment Virgin and I were both exhausted from the long day. There was nothing that I could say and nothing that she may want to hear but as soon as I fell asleep, I felt how the bitch crawled on my bed and laid over in between my leg, resting her head on my belly. What could I do but pretend to be resting unconscious and wondered, what is the worst thing that could happen next?

END OF CHAPTER FOUR...

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CHAPTER FIVE

6:06 am: Sunday Morning
    

I was falling down through an endless cloud of dust and debris twisting, kicking and mentally screaming where no one could hear me… and hard-landed on something soft; it was my bed. I woke up suddenly and saw Virgin wrapped in a white sheet; she have opened the door, slowly walked in and sat on the reading chair inside my bedroom. She was holding a silver tray with a fresh cup of coffee and half of a toasted bagel; she solemnly offered it to me. “Good morning Harold, I want to apologize for my past behavior and I think we should go to church this morning … and may be pray a little… if you can take me… please?”

I nodded in approval but I was speechless, still disoriented from my falling nightmare and remembering that I did not lock the door or the safe room the night before. What a horror; she had sleep on my bed and could have killed me with my own guns if she wanted to.

 “What the Hell”, I thought: “As long as I am still alive, might as well drink the ‘might be’ poisoned coffee portion. But then again, I reasoned that she couldn’t have invited me to church if she had expected me to be dead after drinking it.” So I slowly swallowed a sip of the dark brew and it completely warmed me up.

“Okay my dear! I cleared my throat, “It has been a long time since I visited the neighborhood church, I guess we can go to the next mass… and meditate a little… Ok?

“Thank you, thank you my Harold… I promise that I will be a nice girl this time.” She said with a singing voice framed with a maliciously innocent smile as she walked backward, out of the bedroom.

I didn’t try to take a shower that morning, but barely washed my face and slipped into a comfortable set of pants. Like a well trained little dog, this time the bitch did not enter my room but waited out side the door and when I stepped out she was standing… right there! Smiling at me; playing with an artificial yellow rose picked from a vase in the building's lobby.

She was beautifully attired, wearing a light dress that we had bought the day before, and with her hair nicely untangled. On her neck she wore a large wooden crucifix, which she took –without permission- from a display case containing my collection of gods, icons and mythological creatures.

We walked few blocks to the Church and found the priest on the front steps, shaking hands and blessing the faithful at the end of the early morning mass. We waited for everyone else to leave and finally approached him.

“Good morning, father John, My name is Harold; you must remember Virgin, the daughter of Josie Pilarez?” The welcoming smile and handshake he gave me turned into surprised realization as he looked at Virgin.

“Hail Mary, mother of Christ!” He muttered as he added the sign of the cross on his chest and between him and her.

“Please come… let’s talk inside.” He put his arm over my shoulder and led us into the church; Virgin followed us holding on to my arm and sat besides me on the backside bench.

“By goodness’s grace! This little girl has grown a lot since the last time I saw you… how are you my child? And how is your mother?” He inquired nervously.

“Oh! She is fine, we are fine father, I am getting better… as a matter of fact, there are some things I would like to confess…”

She added, while folding her hand in a prayer ritual. It amazed me that she could be lying so cool or she may not remember what actually happen at her former apartment.

“Kfrugm!” The priest cleared his throat and with a gentle push, he prompted me to get up first… “Well, we have some time before the next mass, so why don’t we start with you Mr. Harold? … Tell me, when was the last time that you came to confession?”

“Father forgive me but it has been long time…a really long time.” Certainly, I had no intentions to admit to any of my past sins… Any feeling guilty for having sex with the bitch was not part of my list of regrets, quite the contrary, I kept looking forward to it.  I keep a good phone relationship with my sons and daughters, each from different mothers -all of whom I divorced within two or three years- Besides, the people I have killed were marked for death already and I never harmed a woman; all my sexual adventures have been consensually compensated with some sort of payment in blood, money or time... So there you have it, I had nothing to confess.

We walked into the confessionary booth while Virgin waited seated quietly on the bench, twisting and smelling her plastic yellow rose. Father John hurriedly opened an old leather bag and showed me a large book of words and ancient drawings: “According to some of our church’s darkest superstitions, this girl may be the offspring of an “incubus” resulting when a demon copulates with a human… We thought that she might be possessed by a minor demonic force and tried a simple form of prayer… but it didn’t work... She is anybody’s worst nightmare; a living 'succubus', a female demon on the loose, coming directly from the far side of hell...”

Father John dialed 911 while talking nonstop and showing me pages. “Please you can help save others and save your self by just stalling and keeping her here until the police arrives… Hello, my name is father John Pietzo,.. Yes it’s me again… This is an emergency... I am in the main alley of St. Mary’s church at West 230th street and Broadway… The disturbed 17 years old female you are looking for is here…. She is inside the main temple… Yes, I have an order of protection against her and there is a warrant for her arrest… stop asking me silly questions and waste time… She killed people already… please send someone quickly…”

I was uneasy hearing the desperate conversation, baffled with the book and the pictures. “Father, aren’t you supposed to call on the power of the church for this… why must you call the police?”

“You don’t understand Mr. Harold; I have already had several encounters with that creature. It is more complicated than what you think. A specialized priest has been requested for the ritual, but the church hierarchy no longer authorizes immediate exorcism… it takes time to verify!  Time, which we don’t have… I have looked into her eyes…. and I have seen evidence that the poor girl out there is possessed by evil… in the meantime the only thing that can save us is the police…”

“The police?… What the hell can the police do?” I doubted.

“Hey, are we lost? Where are you going?” She asked jokingly.

“I have a surprise for you: considering that today is Sunday… I am going to take you for ride on the countryside!”

I kept an old retro-convertible 1964 Cadillac at the long-term garage storage and only used it for my own amusing slow rides on weekends. I still enjoy a Sunday afternoon drive -with or without good company- cruising along the winding back road of Yonkers’ Sleepy Hollow through the Bear Mountains, upstate, across New Jersey to Pennsylvania and back.

The garage's attendant spotted me half a block away and with a familiar hand signal went back inside the parking maze to fish for the vintage car.

“Guao…She exclaimed. “I never seen one of these before…this is cool! She hopped over the door into the driver seat…then flipped over and lay sexy on the back seat. When I started the power V-8 engine she climbed over to the front passenger seat resting one foot on the dashboard and with her two hands up in the air she waved away to those who couldn’t take their eyes away from her or the car.

Virgin was riding as happy as a poppy feeling the breeze on her face with her mouth open and grabbing the cross wind with her hand extended out of the side window.

We stopped at the mountain’s scenic plateau and the magnificent view was so stunningly beautiful that Virgin’s eyes flooded with tears of joy, tenderness and inexplicable sorrow.

“What is wrong with you now?”… I inquired.

“No, Nothing!.. It is so beautiful…She exclaimed and threw herself onto my arms, holding tight unto me and when I tried to wipe her tears, she gave me a loving look and glued to my lips in a profoundly long held kiss.

You know Harold,” She said gathering herself: “I do not want to die…I want to travel and see more of this!”

We started walking back to the car and I reassured her.

“Naah!.. We are not going to die…we are going to travel the world!”  Then I drank from a small flask of brandy, which I always carried somewhere in my pockets, and gave her a sip of the liquor.
When I turned near the car, I saw the beast, already seating on the driver’s seat. She was smiling, deliriously happy; a 360-degree change of mood in less than 32 seconds.
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The Highway Patrol officer was giving assistance to a disabled vehicle on the side of the road and his hat blew off as the speeding convertible drove by him so dangerously close as to cause a terrible accident.

Ten miles ahead, a second trooper received a tagging radar beep logging a speed of 95mph in a 55mph zone…the possible DWI call came through the radio just as the Cadillac convertible zoomed by the stationed trooper; the chase was on!

To my surprise, immediately the beast saw the blinking lights, she slowed down and came to a sudden, hard breaking stop.

“Give me your license and registration, please!” Said the officer in a very courteous and professional manner.

Virgin smiled and said: “I don’t have one…yet!” Looking back and forth to me, as I was offering my own documents for the officer to inspect.

“Sorry Sir, I need to see some identification for the driver, not for you…Madam, can you step out of the vehicle, please!”

“Sir, you stay on your seat… please.” The officer instructed me and diligently I closed the side door and buckled up again.

The officer followed DWI procedures and she complied, but when he gave her a Breathalyzer devise to check her breath, she bit the mouthpiece off and spews it unto the pavement.

“I don’t like the taste of it” She said to the officer…but I can show that I am not drunk…yet”. She stood on one foot and rested the other on the officer shoulder, then bended 180 degree backwards to walk on her two hand to the middle of the highway, showing her red thong panties and then double flipped back to the side. She landed face to face on the arms of the officer just before one car approached and passed their location.

The officer was stunned, mesmerized, captivated and dangerously seduced by the bitch’s act of trickery and burlesque.

Cut... scene 4-4-5

To the officer’s relief, the beast suddenly pulled back, tossed the gun into the front seat and left the car’s engine running with all windows closed. His life has been spared, set up to be later found by fellow troopers nearly poisoned by carbon monoxide, partly traumatized with his underpants torn apart and unable to explain the bizarre conditions of his peril.

I flip-closed my phone as virgin came in, jumped on to the driver seat, started the engines and droved off without looking back.

“What happened back there?” I asked her, really not wanting to know.

“Oh. Nothing! She said: “He give me a warning, you know… and I promised to follow the rules… next time…”

From that moment on, she drove perfectly, within the speed limits and obeying all traffic regulations crossing the George Washington Bridge, down through the many lights of Broadway, and back again into the parking garage at west 231 streets.

A few minutes earlier, I have called on my driver Julio, and the SUV limo was waiting to take us back to my apartment, where we spent the rest of the night in peace…just like a normal couple would do.

Stay tunned for Chapter Six 
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Sequence for The Virgin & The Beast

Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION
Monday: The ghost hunting confessions
CHAPTER ONE
Tuesday: The cloning birth of the unknown child
CHAPTER TWO
Thursday: Escape from the cage, Josie and Willie
CHAPTER THREE
Friday: Visit to the mall, the clerk and Harold’s seduction
CHAPTER FOUR
Saturday: Introduction to Dr. Hernz and the mobile lab
CHAPTER FIVE
Sunday: Confession to a dead priest, the Sunday drive and the trooper
CHAPTER SIX
Monday: The trashed room, flashback, and mother’s memory recall
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tuesday: The ambulance driver, the doctor and the punk in the train
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wednesday: The motorcycle rider and the gym workout
CHAPTER NINE
Thursday: The cloned passport and the Pentecostal preacher
CHAPTER TEN
Friday: The wedding party and the Electro DJ
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Saturday: The Baseball player, the dog, the officer and the tennis players
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sunday: The Shaman, the American tourist and the bartender
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Monday: Return to NY, detective Pratti, Dr. Hernz and the final arrest
THE END
Dream and poem of delusional confession

*This film-graphic novel is a pure work of fiction. The project is being developed with the sole purpose of entertaining modern and mature audiences; it is not meant to disparage any kind of personal life style or make any sort of racial, sexual, political or religious statement. Any similarity to people or actual events is pure coincidental.