sanguivorous
feeding on blood, as a bat or insect.
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The walk back to his apartment was taking Vic way too long. It was all thanks to one woman who seemed to think she owned the sidewalk. She was doing something on her phone, waving it around while walking at a snail’s pace. If there was enough room to pass her, he would have done so several blocks ago. As it was, he had no choice but to walk at an even slower rate behind her.
He pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend, Mary, that he would be late. Not that she would notice. She had not left her place in days. Him showing up after dark likely would not help much with that. Well, either she would forgive him or not. He had to admit that he angry face would be just as cute as her happy face, so at least it would not be all bad.
Right as Vic was about to start typing his message, someone grabbed him. The hands that latched onto him were fairly small, but distressingly strong, and they pulled him into a nearby ally. It felt like he was being yanked by a steel pully instead of two arms. The person pressed him against a wall and he felt hot breath on the back of his neck.
“I know what you were going to do.” Said a woman’s voice. Vic’s brow wrinkled in confusion. He knew that voice. Very well, in fact. But there was no way that it could be her, right? “I saw you following that woman. Don’t try and deny your intent. Now I’m going to make sure you can’t do anything at all.”
“Mary, what in the world are you doing?” He asked.
The person holding him paused. “Vic?”
He felt the pressure release, followed by the grip holding him in place. He turned and saw just who he thought it was. Mary looked up at him and her eyes widened.
“Ohmygod! I…I’m sorry! I didn’t realize it was you!” She said quickly.
“Why would that matter? What are you doing here? And how did you pull me like that…And what are you wearing?”
For some reason, Mary was wearing an outfit made of tight leather. It was not particularly flattering to her petite figure. Mary’s soft, round face turned a bright red at the mention of her outfit.
“Well, I uh…” She said nervously, shuffling from foot to foot. “I guess I should tell you. I…I’m kind of a vampire now.”
Vic blinked. “A vampire.”
“Yup. See?” She opened her mouth wide, showing the large, viciously pointed canine teeth, two on each half of her jaw. “So yeah, Since I’m a vampire now, I was trying to do the whole vampire vigilante thing, you know? Stalking the shadows and saving victims before they even knew they were in danger.” She hung her head and slumped her shoulders. “I guess I messed that up, didn’t I?”
“Maybe a little.” Vic said. He leaned against the wall and worked to process what he was being told. He still did not quite believe it, and his mind tried to piece a more logical solution together. Until he did, he would go along with it. “So, black leather, huh?”
“Well, yeah. It’s either that or some kind of gothic lolita dress. And with my figure? That would just cause all kinds of problems.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like you look like a child. You might be a bit on the short side, but you’d definitely an adult.”
Mary never really believed him when he told her that, and this time seemed to be no different. Vic shrugged and kept going.
“Nevermind. So, when did this whole vampire thing happen?”
“You remember when I donated blood last week and came home all grumpy and weird?” He did. “Well, turns out that blood bank was run by vampires. It looked like they just drank their fill and mind wiped everyone, but somehow I got turned instead. I don’t know how that happened, and when I went back the next night, they had already left. Which left me as a newly turned vampire with no clue about what I can and can’t do. I do know I can’t go out during the day, I know I need blood, and I know I’m crazy strong and fast. But other than that? No idea.”
“And you know you need blood because…”
“Uh…I might’ve…eaten…someone…already.” She said, each word coming with a larger pause. “I-it was a mugger, I swear! He was walking and he pulled a gun and I acted, and the blood was super yummy and…I’m pretty sure he’s alive? And not a vampire.”
Vic sighed. “Okay, okay. Don’t worry about it.” He went over to her and placed a hand on her head. She yelped and told him not to, but she made no move to actually stop him. It was one of the things she complained about, but actually liked. “Come on, let’s go to your place. You can change into something you actually like and then tell me all about your new vampire powers.”
“I’d like that.” She said, slightly leaning into his hand that was still on her head. “No really, this outfit sucks. It doesn’t breathe at all, and pinches in places I really don’t want to think about. How people can wear this kind of thing regularly is beyond me.”
The two set off into the night. Vic placed an arm around her shoulder and walked in step with her. All the while, his mind was racing at the though of his sweet, cute little girlfriend being a dark and brooding predator of the night. He grinned at the ridiculous thought. At the very least, having a vampire girlfriend would certainly be interesting.
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With a word like this at this time of year, how could I not do something with vampires? It's like, some kind of unwritten rule or something. Anyway, have a happy Halloween! I hope you all got yourselves some great costumes and that, when the day comes, you get plenty of good stuff.
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