Tales from the Blog (12/24/2017): A Vampire at Christmas 5
5 out of 5 stars: A deadly and dashing vampire
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Santa smiled when he saw the tears, for some reason this gave him a charge. He pulled her over to the alley by her hair, and slung her into the darkness. He then followed behind her as she tripped and slipped across the ground. She found her footing, cowered back into a nearby corner, tried to climb into the wall, as Santa drained the bottle and tossed it aside. It smashed with the sound of shattering glass as he advanced on her. She started to fight back, trying to save the one thing she most certainly didn’t want to give up in such a violent way. He slung his hand towards her face, and she stopped fighting, grimaced, waited for the blow, but the blow never happened. Someone stopped Santa’s hand before it reached her face. Then this someone started twisting Santa’s hand until it snapped in two. Bone broke through flesh, blood sprayed, Santa screamed, as he was flung backwards into a trash dumpster. This sent the dumpster sliding sideways. It stopped rolling when it smashed into a brick wall. It hit the wall so hard that bricks exploded into jagged shrapnel, and rained down on the snow-covered asphalt. Santa bounced off of the dumpster with a serious head injury and a jammed neck. He slammed hard into the ground, face first, and lost six of his teeth. He was stunned, dazed, and confused, as he collected himself and spit out blood.
The woman tried to look up at her savior, but she could only make out a face that was sort of white, angelic marble. Everything else was just a tall figure barely able to be seen, hidden by the darkness.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“Take this, and never go back to this line of work again,” Talan replied, as he put something in her hand. “Go home and pay whatever it is that has put you out here tonight. Your life isn’t worth this. I know your parents would agree, and they want to see their grandson.”
“How do you know so much about me?”
“I can read minds. Now go, before I change mine.”
The woman didn’t hesitate. She hurried out of the alley and into the light. When she found a safe place to stop, she looked down at the thing Talan had put in her hand. It was a roll of green bills, at least twenty thousand dollars, maybe a bit more. She turned back to the alley, thanked the mysterious stranger, and then made her way home. It was time to give herself and her son a new life somewhere far away from here. She planned to do just that.
SMASH!
A bottle broke across the back of Talan’s skull, drenched his hair with cheap liquor.
“Come on then. Mister I got to rob a man of a quickie on Christmas Eve,” Santa replied, as he stood on wobbly feet, burping up alcohol and blood. He could feel something warm running down his back from his smashed skull. He was too drunk to care. “That was my last bottle for the night. I’ll make you pay for that too.”
Talan turned around. He said not a word, as he launched onto the man in the Santa suit, and pushed him up against the wall. Talan opened his mouth, and sank his teeth into the man’s neck. He drained the man’s body of every last bit of worthless human blood, which tasted sour and foul, almost nauseating with the liquor mixed into it, but it was food and it was sustenance.
When Talan was finished, he carried the body of the man in the Santa suit over to the dock. He dropped Santa onto the snow, reached down and grabbed his ankles, and then tossed the body as far as he could into the harbor. It landed with a heavy splash somewhere in the distance.
Talan was feeling good now, and warm inside. Not only because he had just fed, but because he had managed a small Christmas miracle, saving the prostitute and her son from a life on the streets . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.
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