Oooh, he's a NICE vampire. He doesn't eat PEOPLE. blech.
I felt like, if we continued in the direction we were going, all of the Vampires would be wearing dentures, blending in with humans, sucking on sterilized bags of blood. I felt like somebody needed to give the Vamps their TEETH back.
And so, I wrote this. Call it an excerpt from an unwritten manuscript, Call it a short story, Call it the scribbling of a madwoman, whatever you like...just don't call my Vampires NICE.
So, without further ado, I bring you Vampires...With Teeth!
The music was so loud that to even think of conversation was impossible. Not that anyone in The Black Hole was there for conversation. The strobe lights flashed across the dance floor, giving staccato outline to each movement of the dancers. Sweat covered bodies writhed against each other, best friends and strangers all becoming part of the sea of bodies churning to the beat. Through the crowd a solitary figure wound her way, not following the beat but stepping around it as she stepped around the dancers, looking for the right one. Lights, purple, pink, then blue flashed across her sharp featured face, making the hollows of her cheeks appear that much deeper.
Her eyes caught those of a young man, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, his face aglow with perspiration and the high of the evening. She moved in close, dancing up against him, raising her arms, letting him run his hands along her body and through her long red hair. She brought her hands down to cradle the back of his head, touching her face to his, sliding her mouth down to his neck where her tongue darted out from between her lips, tasting the salt of his sweat.
He may have groaned in pleasure before his throat was torn open. These things happen so quickly it’s hard to tell for sure.
After dropping the body near the edge of the dance floor, Molly exited the club through the back door, stepping into the cool air of the darkened alley as she licked an errant streak of blood from her forearm. She spotted Nick just as he let go of the lifeless form of a young girl, allowing her body to topple onto that of another girl already lying dead near the grimy back wall of the club.
“No fair, you got a two-for?” Molly raised an eyebrow, teasing but not teasing. Jealous. Nick stepped out of the shadows and kissed her. Molly could taste the girl’s blood on his lips, and she clutched at him, falling into a frenzy of lust both of the body and the blood.
He pulled away abruptly. God, she hated it when he did that. “Let’s get one more to go,” he said.
“But I haven’t given you your present yet.” Molly giggled and pulled something out of the pocket of her tight fitting dark wash jeans. She extended her hand so Nick could see. It was an earring. A thick stainless steel hoop with an iron cross hanging from it. It also had a bit of earlobe dangling from it. “Oops,” she said, twisting the nugget of flesh off the hoop and letting it fall to the ground.
“You found it,” Nick said with a smile as he took the gory earring from Molly and pushed it through his earlobe.
Earlier in the evening, Nick and Molly had been hanging out at the mall, looking for something to do. They had watched as a young man with unkempt brown hair got his ear pierced by a pretty young girl with too many tattoos at a kiosk near the food court. As the young man flirted with the girl, he had no way of knowing that he’d been marked for death. Nick had told Molly that he wanted that earring. The scavenger hunt was on.
When he left, they followed in their car to his apartment where they waited outside, climbing a tree to peer in his window while they laughed and hushed each other. They could have taken him at any time, but they preferred to wait, to draw out the game. After centuries of immortality, they needed to be innovative to keep things from getting stale.
His cell phone rang, barely perceptible over the loud rock music he was listening to. He used a remote control to turn down the stereo to talk. “Ten o’clock. The Black Hole. I’ll see you there,” he said. “Later.” He turned the music back up and the vampires jumped silently down from the tree. Later, thought Molly, as she and Nick skipped back to their car.
“Come on, Nick, let’s play some Vampire Baseball!” shouted Molly. The moon was full with not a cloud in the sky and Molly was standing in an empty field holding a human leg and a head that had presumably come from the same body. She was tossing the head lightly up and down in her right hand. “Pleeease.”
“Knock it off, Molly. That’s disgusting.” Nick turned his back and started to walk away but stopped short when the head hit him in the middle of his back. He spun around to glare at his companion, “You’re getting blood all over your clothes! And mine, too, now! It’s not funny!”
Molly just laughed and started to peel off her clothes. “So what?”
“So, you don’t think we’ll draw a little more attention than we want walking around in blood soaked clothes? Or naked?”
Standing in the bright light of the moon without a stitch of clothing, Molly looked down at her blood smeared body. The wet blood glistened in the moonlight. “Oh look, I’m sparkling.” She gave Nick her best innocent look, which, let’s face it, wasn’t very innocent. But he finally relented and cracked a smile.
“I’m not taking you to the movies any more,” he said walking forward to kiss her. “Let’s get cleaned up and go shopping.”
“Oooh, goody!” squealed Molly, as she nipped his tongue. “I love shopping.”
After rinsing off in a nearby creek, the now soggy vampires walked down a trail toward town. Molly was still naked, but Nick had opted to keep his clothes on, since they were fairly clean, aside from the spot where the head had hit the middle of his back. Still in the woods, they could hear music and shouting up ahead and, as they continued, they could see firelight flickering through the trees. “I hate keg parties,” Nick muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
The two snuck closer, hiding behind trees to watch. Three teenaged boys stood close to the bonfire while two girls sat on the open back of a pickup truck with their feet dangling inches from the ground. The girls were nursing their beers and whispering to each other. One of the guys took his beer bottle and tapped it on top of another’s open bottle, causing a volcanic foam explosion. “Chug it! Chug it!” They chanted and hooted while the other cursed briefly before chugging the beer and tossing the empty bottle into the fire where it landed with a hiss. “You guys are assholes!” he sputtered. The girls paused to watch momentarily before going on with their conversation.
Molly stood up and tapped her chin just below the left corner of her mouth, giving Nick a significant look. Nick slowly straightened himself up, shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes as if to say, “here we go again”, but instantly cocked back his arm and then pistoned his fist forward, smashing the appointed spot on Molly’s face.
Molly took a half step back and gingerly touched the edge of her lip where she could feel a few drops of blood forming. She smeared it down her chin for maximum effect, knowing the wound would heal almost instantly, and flashed a smile before running into the firelit circle.
“Help me! Oh God! Please!” she screamed as she grasped the unbuttoned flannel shirt worn by the young man who had just finished the beer. The girls in the truck screamed and clutched at each other while the guys shouted choruses of “Jesus Christ! What the fuck?!”
“He’s right behind me! You’ve got to help me!” Molly clung to the flannel shirt, her eyes filled with tears.
“Who’s behind you? What the hell’s going on?” her would-be savior stammered.
The boy who had initiated the beer chugging walked to the edge of the clearing near where Molly had appeared, trying to see into the dark forest. The girls had gotten down from the truck bed and were now huddled close to the two young men standing by the fire. “Paul, don’t go out there,” said one of them.
He glanced back and then immediately was swept out of sight by an unseen force, disappearing into the darkness with nothing more than a grunt.
The girls shrieked and jumped, crying now, “Paul? Paul?!!” But there was no reply. The remaining boys weren’t much better off, trying to act brave and feeling anything but. Molly could smell the fear coming off them in waves and she started to laugh, a deep throaty laugh as she lightly touched her tongue to her razor sharp teeth.
“Oops,” she said. “There goes Paul.” She bit into the throat of the boy whose shirt she’d been clutching, bursting his jugular and sucking down the sweet juice of his life.
Before the others could fully register what had just happened, Nick was upon the last of the boys, grabbing the sides of his head and snapping his neck. As Molly finished her feast, Nick grasped the girls by the hair. “What’s it to be, Moll?” he asked.
Molly licked the last of the blood from the boy’s neck and let his body drop to the ground before turning her attention to the whimpering, hysterical girls. Both of them were wearing blue jeans of slightly different cuts. One had a tank top with the words “Heart Breaker” emblazoned on the front, the other wore a plain white tee.
“I’ll have to try the jeans on,” she said, unbuttoning the pants of one of the girls. She unceremoniously ripped the jeans off the kicking, screaming girl and slid them on. “Hmmm. I’m not sure. Let’s try the other’s.” Molly started to repeat the procedure on the second girl but then wrinkled her nose and stopped. “You peed your pants, you little pig,” she said as she dropped the girl’s legs in disgust.
“I’ll have to try the jeans on,” she said, unbuttoning the pants of one of the girls. She unceremoniously ripped the jeans off the kicking, screaming girl and slid them on. “Hmmm. I’m not sure. Let’s try the other’s.” Molly started to repeat the procedure on the second girl but then wrinkled her nose and stopped. “You peed your pants, you little pig,” she said as she dropped the girl’s legs in disgust.
Molly gripped the girl by the throat, tearing her out of Nick’s grasp, leaving him with a few strands of brown hair twined around his fingers. “You ruined my shopping trip,” she stated matter of factly, crushing the girl’s windpipe in her fist. “The shirt’s still fine,” Molly sniffed as she pulled the tank top over the dead girl’s head.
Nick was trying to shake the hair off his left hand while holding the last girl with his right. Molly pulled the shirt on before plucking the hairs out from between Nick’s fingers. She checked through the guys’ pockets until she found the keys to one of the pickup trucks and she and Nick climbed in with the girl wedged between them.
“Dinner, a show, and a doggie bag for later. You still know how to show a girl a good time, Nick.”
Nick chuckled and leaned across the girl to kiss his lover. He would do anything for his girl.
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