Tales from the Blog (12/31/2017): A Vampire at Christmas 6

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Tales from the Blog (12/31/2017): A Vampire at Christmas 6

5 out of 5 stars: A deadly and dashing vampire

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Now it was on to victim number two, which he found in a bar called “I Got Crabs.” A seedy little strip joint (all nude dancers) that oozed sleaze from the ceiling to the floor and everywhere in between. Music pumped, men cheered, got drunk, as hellish looking lights danced across the entire room. The women were low rent, the ones who couldn’t make it in the more respectable strip joints. Most of these women had some kind of an addiction, and it forced them each and every night to sell their soul to unsavory kinds of men, and sometimes women. Talan sat at the back of this bar (after drying his hair and washing out the cheap liquor), which was splashed here and there with Christmas.

On the stage, several women were dancing, showcasing their bodies by wearing nothing at all. These women were covered in tattoos and scars, scars that were at spots on their arms where needles made their entrance each and every night.

“Do you want anything mister?”

Talan looked from the stage to the topless woman in front of him, kind of older, saggy boobs, wearing bright red-hot pants. She looked like she had seen a lot of bad down the road of life she’d been traveling on.

“A Bloody Mary,” Talan replied, smiling to himself. He would of course not drink it, but he always liked to order one, just a little joke for himself.

“One bloody coming up,” she replied, as she turned and wiggled her butt across the room to the bar. It was a saggy butt just like her boobs.

“Lap dance?” Another woman asked, slipping in from the shadows.

“You guys are persistent, aren’t you?”

“We have a system. Drinks first, dance second.”

Talan looked her over. She was heavy on the makeup, dyed blonde hair, a nice naked body in nice shape, somewhere in the thirty to forty age range.

“I’ll pass.”

“Are you sure?”

“Look. I would like to sit here and just watch,” Talan replied, as he took out another wad of cash. He slipped a bill out of it, and handed it to her. “This will give me total privacy for the night. It’s yours if you tell everyone in the place that I am to be left alone. Can you do that?”

She looked down at the bill, expecting maybe a five or twenty, but not a thousand. She gladly accepted it. “Sure mister,” the woman replied, as she scurried off.

The waitress brought Talan his drink, and then Talan slipped her a thousand dollar bill. Told her he was to be left alone just like he told the persistent lap dancer. The waitress took the money, and no one bothered him the rest of the time he was there.

Now, completely alone, he was able to sit and watch his second victim, a young guy with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tee-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. This young guy was an obvious drug dealer, cocaine cowboy, and one who got high on his own supply. The constant sniffing was a dead giveaway. On top of that, this young guy was throwing around money like it was confetti.

December the 24th moved on to December the 25th as Talan patiently waited, and watched. This was a very savory victim, and one Talan wasn’t about to give up on. He could still get done what needed to be done even if he sat and waited just a little bit longer.

Finally, the young guy ran out of cash, and made his exit.

Talan followed.

The snow was coming down heavier now, an inch an hour at least, and up to six maybe seven inches were already on the ground, as both men treaded through it, boots leaving tracks that were quickly swallowed up by the heavy fallen flakes. The young guy had no idea he was being stalked; and, just as he neared a dark alley, Talan attacked.

He grabbed the blonde guy from behind and pushed him into the darkness, which quickly swallowed both of them up. Talan drank his fill, sort of enjoying this guy’s blood, which was sour and tangy from the cocaine with an after taste of strawberries (courtesy of the strawberry vodka the guy had been drinking all night).

Finished feasting, Talan picked up the body of the young blonde guy, made sure the surrounding area was clear, and then made his way quickly over to the dock. Just like the guy in the Santa suit before, Talan launched the young blonde guy as far as he could into the harbor. The fish would now have two bodies to feast on this Christmas season.

Talan hurried back to the building where he had left his sack, and again when no one was looking, leaped up to the roof. He landed softly and hurried over to the spot where it was hidden. He freed the bag from the snow, and then made sure the contents were safe and secure inside. They were. No one had bothered it. Who would, this high up; but he had to be sure.

Bag now safe and secure, he stood up, and dusted the snow from his body. He retrieved his IPod, and then made his way back onto the roof. The morning sun wasn’t too far off in the distant future. He would have to hurry, and he would have to be quick; but that wasn’t a problem for a vampire like him. He could move from place to place and into and out of buildings faster than mortals, a gift bestowed upon him when he became a vampire.

He walked over to the edge of the roof, and looked for the first building on his delivery route. When he found it, with his predator eyes he studied the distance he would need to travel, and then leaped to that building, landing softly in the snow, barely disturbing the fresh powder. From his big sack he took out a small little brown sack, which jingled in his hands. This sack had a bow tied around the top of it, and a tag that read – “Merry Christmas, hope this brightens your New Year!”

Talan took the small brown sack and walked over to the door that led off of the roof and into the building. Easily he popped the lock and moved in to the warmth of the interior. He descended the stair well and searched the place for a Christmas tree. Being these were small places, and charities that were in the most need of help, they rarely had more than one Christmas tree; so it was easy to locate. Once the tree was found, he searched out a mortal with an honest heart, woke them with his mind, and told them to come down to where the tree was located. They would find a gift there that would help this charity with what it needed the most.

He repeated this process at each stop, slipping into and out of each building like Santa Claus. As dawn was approaching, all the small bags inside the sack had been delivered, and Talan felt good inside. He felt good that he had been able to do just this little bit to brighten a few needy souls.

He hurried home; and, just before the sun’s rays slipped over the horizon, Talan found his lair, and slid back beneath the dirt. He stripped off his jacket, lit his vanilla candle, climbed into his coffin, and shut the lid. He placed his head on the soft green satin pillow, pushed the ear buds into his ears, and then turned on his IPod.

His eyes closed, and the music played – Jimmy Buffett’s “Christmas Island.” He fell asleep with visions of happiness dancing through his head, as he gripped the small red firetruck in his hand. This had been another good Christmas, now only 364 days to go until the next one. Time enough to return to his vault of treasures. Time enough for Talan to find another city with desperate souls in need.

The news started to spread from charity to charity. It was a Christmas miracle. Throughout the city, those charities in the most desperate of need, the ones about to flounder and fold, had found a small sack of gold coins sitting underneath their Christmas trees. No one knew where these sacks came from or how they got there, but everyone in those charities was very thankful that Christmas Day.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

THE END

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