The Vampire And
The Vamp
by Roger Freed
The vampire
waited patiently, ravenously in the dark alley.
His never ending thirst was a suction within
himself that pulled and tore at every organ.
Weakened by lack of finding a victim for several
nights, he knew he must find one tonight or
suffer the internal hells of a ravaging hunger
and an unsatisfied lust or die a death that only
the undead would need fear. In his emaciated
state he knew he must bring down a woman; he
would have a better chance of conquest of
attacking one of the 'weaker' sex and drawing on
her scarlet succor that he so badly wanted and
needed.
Footsteps
approached. Female footsteps. What was left of
his human heart beat in anticipation of the
intoxication of her fluid nourishment.
She passed; he
leapt. She stepped back startled. His hands took
her head and waist in their iron grasp; his teeth
scissored her neck's firm flesh. Being thin her
veins were easy to penetrate. In relish he sucked
in the life he needed.
He gagged.
Pulling back sharply, he gasped "Aaaaah! It's
like battery acid!" Fire burned from the
acrid solvent he had ingested. It raced through
his thin veins like molten lava through melting
tubes. Every organ they connected to dissolved
into a gruesome mass.
"You
bastard!" shrieked the woman, grabbing him
and sinking her own teeth into his neck. She
drank, thirstily, lustfully and vengefully until
he deflated and collapsed.
The stronger
had won. Ann Coulter let the emptied vampire fall
to the ground, stepping on him and digging in her
high heels as she continued on her way. She had
things to do, other people to attack, other blood
to draw.
She felt
profoundly satiated.
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