block, helping the leg and the bruising around my body. But my arm needed heat if I were to heal quickly, “I think I’ve torn a muscle.” I could actually feel the flesh on my chest and face healing, the skin brushing against my shirt,
“Let’s get you inside, you look pretty healthy now, he might have a heat-pack, if he doesn’t he’ll have a tea towel and water.” I stood myself up and there was no pain. I felt proud of my durable body. As we began our walk back to the shop I could hear sirens going off in the distance and felt an even larger need to get inside, the authorities and I never got along so well.
We pushed the door open and the bearded man was waiting near a glass panelled container that took up the majority of the left side of his counter. He had two Styrofoam boxes and a small box wrapped in newspaper stored inside, “What’s happened to you?”
I shrugged, “I fell, could I get a warm towel or something.”
He tilted his head slightly, “Into what, a wood chipper?” I winced as another wave of pain rolled over me and half collapsed into a waiting stool in front of the counter.
“Please, I’m in quite a lot of pain.” He nodded and went out the back once again. I heard a tap turn on and off several times as we leaned on the counter.
When he appeared again he had an old green tea towel that was dripping all over his counter, “It’s a bit wet.” He dropped it in my waiting hand.
“Thank you, that’s fine.” As soon as the towel hit my arm the pain seemed to be leeching itself into the towel.
I felt my shoulder get lightly squeezed and looked up at Kate’s smiling face. “You feeling any better?” there was a tingle through my body as it finally began to heal itself completely.
“So much better.”
There was a light thud on the counter as the bearded guy put the bag containing our dinner. Really wish I’d learned that guy’s name, anyway, he put a bottle of water and a large plastic cup with a thick brown liquid rolling around inside it onto the counter. “You two have a safer night.”
I scooped up the bag and water, feeling the pain in my arm was no longer existent I handed him back the towel with a nod, “Thank you again.” He wove me off and disappeared to the kitchen once more as we pushed through door.
The street felt slightly warmer, despite my torn clothing, Kate’s arm linked with mine, I heard the soft sound of slurping as she drank. “So what’re we going to do now?”
I felt her arms shrug against mine, “Want to go see the beach?”
I tossed this around in my brain, “Yeah, beach could be good.”
We made our way back to the car.
People began to slip out of their concrete shelters to embrace the city’s lights. I watched as the breath turned to steam as it escaped their mouths, pushing a serene thought to my mind. 'I could drain all of you of your blood in a few minutes'.
I let out a sigh and when we reached the car I opened my door and climbed in, pulling it closed once I was inside.
Kate slid in next to me, “Mind if I put the heater on? I’m freezing in here.” I shook my head. Kate’s hands shot for the heater knobs and spun them up to full; my face got blasted with warm air as I grabbed the wheel and pulled out into the now busy traffic.
Kate shifted in her seat, “Mmm, what is this stuff? It’s delicious.”
I looked over to discover she’d finished off my bottle, and immediately shot my eyes forward, ‘oh crap oh crap oh crap, I’ve drugged her.’ “Ummm… that’s something I made.”
I found myself sweating and clenching the wheel as I drove toward the coastline, “What’s it got in it?”
I must’ve opened my mouth a dozen times before I came up with the perfect lie, “Scotch and blood.” ‘Oh great job, grade A.’
I felt her eyes leave me, “Oh, well that explains a lot.” the food shifted in the back seat as we turned a particularly sharp corner and onto a long stretch.
“What do you mean?” her hand slid up my thigh and I veered to the right side of the road, and back to the left. Not before getting screamed and honked at by passing drivers. “Woah!”
I looked over at her smiling slyly at me, her hand made its way higher, “How about we skip the beach and make our way back to your place?”
I swallowed a lump that must’ve been the size of an apple. “Oh… Ok.”
‘Come on, why’re you so jittery? Let’s go!’ I really seem to have a lot of inner dialogue when it comes to high stress environments, don’t I? Anyway, I swear this wasn’t me, it was the inner dialogue. The inner dialogue hit the brakes, spinning the car around, and accelerated back the way we came.
We were halfway back to the base, the road was completely devoid of life. Kate lifted her hand, she grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh, just under her skirt, my heart was going crazy. Then she brought it right up and began moving my hand around.
A moan escaped her lips and she arched her back against the seat, her breath getting heavier, “Let’s have some fun…” she moved my hand and climbed on top of me.
“Oh… I think we’re having plenty of fun… lots of, you know, non-dangerous fun.” She began to grind against me. Leaned in and starting kissing my neck, her moans became more frequent, “I… oh… disa… oooh… agree…”
I saw the base’s lights begin to come into view, “We’re… almost at the base… Why don’t we continue this inside?” I moved her head with mine.
She looked into my eyes, breathing heavily, bit her lip, and smiled, “Alright, but be quick about it.” She jumped back into her seat and I floored the accelerator.
Next thing I knew I was fumbling with my keys while Kate wrapped her arms around my midsection, sliding them down, “Screw this, could you take a few steps back?” Her hands slid off of me when I grabbed the door handle, preparing myself to catch the door as I pulled. But instead of tearing the door from its hinges I ripped the handle out of its socket, “That’ll do.” I spun to grab Kate but she’d got the jump on me, literally, she jumped on me and I tumbled backward through the door.
Her lips pushed up against mine, I hooked my foot on the door awkwardly in an attempt to close it. This resulted in my legs hooking together causing me to tumble backward onto the rug with Kate still on top of me. I rolled her on her back and began running my fingers up her sides.
She pushed me up off of her and slammed me into the wall behind me, ripping my torn clothes off. I tore her jacket and top off to reveal a black bra while she kicked her boots off and worked on my belt. I grabbed her ass and reversed us, pushing her into the wall.
I started kissing her neck and she pushed my head down in between her breasts while running her fingers through my hair. I slid my hand up her thigh and felt her tremble as I pulled out her lingerie from under her skirt and threw them to the side.
I lifted my head back up to see her eyes half closed, her breath licking my face, “Don’t stop…” She whimpered. I shuffled my pants down slightly and pushed myself inside her. She let out a moan, wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, and I resumed kissing her neck.
“Bite me… slowly…” She whispered in my ear between heavy breaths and moans. I sunk my teeth into her neck and felt my mouth fill with the sweet, tantalising taste of fresh vampiric blood. She scratched my bare back and screamed in pleasure. After what felt like hours we collapsed on the floor panting in a helpless sense, our body heats reflecting from one another.
She lay there beautifully, her chest heaving with each passing breath. Her hair spread out on the hardwood floors, my hand wrapped around hers. Right as I fell into a deep sleep a single thought passed through my mind, ‘I really like it here.’
The Battle of Ypres
Cold rain banged down on my helmet as I crawled through the freezing mud in the isolating darkness of midnight into position with my sniper rifle in hand. Paranoia had finally set in and I removed the tinging helmet as I finally made it to the top of a mound. The five Americans I was serving with were, in their now sickly brown
fatigues, looking up at me waiting for my signal. They were waiting to know when to move in from the puddle ridden ground a dozen metres from me.
I closed my eyes for a moment and let my natural night-vision set in. Before looking through the scope of my rifle, immediately spotting the long winding trench that sat a few hundred metres downhill from me.
Sliding my gaze along the top of the trench I finally got a look at a few soldiers. Most were walking around, securing posts and gazing off into the icy blackness. But one stood out, leaning his back against a wall without a care in the world, drawing or writing in a leather bound journal in his hands. I quickly reminded myself that these men were invaders, murderers and viscous attackers.
There were six men in the segment of trench that I had my eyes on. I signified this with my left hand to the Americans on the ground without looking away from the writing German. 'Drop him John, no mercy.'
But by the time I'd adjusted to account for wind and distance and pulled the trigger, another soldier had moved in front of the brunette writer, spraying him with blood. Instead of panicking, the writer dropped down on top of the other soldier, hands on his wounds and screaming something in German.
I dispatched another before looking over to the Americans. “Move up!” They didn't need to be told twice, up on their feet and charging as I slid down the mound. Leaving behind my rifle, to join them as they charged, but before I