As the sun sets you wake up

The last rays of the sun hitting the top of the palm trees, you wake up. You never felt so good. You rub a hand were the latina bit you, eliciting a delicious warmth between your legs that buzzes through your body, all the way up to your fangs. You cannot wait to sink those into some tender flesh.

You stand and, not waiting any longer, you take the direction of the beach resort. Of course, you know your brothers and sisters will have already taken care of any living, breathing and deliciously juicy bloodbag that might have decided to spend their holidays there, but since you do not know the lay of the land, you figure this is as good as any other place to start planning the rest of your evening.

As predicted, the beach and bungalows are empty but so is the sea. The Caron is nowhere in sight. It must have raised anchor, sailed away towards new bloody seas. You shrug, your only regret is not having been the one who brought your little sister to the other side. If she survives the trip, you will track her down for sure.

You visit a couple of rooms to find some clothes and settle for a tiny pair of white shorts and a black tank top. In the reception office you find a small touristic map of Isla Solar and car keys.

In no time you find yourself driving a small jeep towards the nearest town. With some luck, you brothers and sisters from the Caron left you something to sink you teeth in.

The drive is short but very pleasant. The wind rushing in your hair, the sounds of the night, the thrill of the hunt, all those sensations exacerbated by your new senses feel wonderful. You cannot wait to spend the rest of eternity enjoying them night after night.

Less than a town, the place is an amalgamation of a couple dozen houses, a store, a bar and a large building near the port that seems to be the local government office.

Here and there some lights make you suspect that there might be survivors around. You step out of the jeep and start walking around.

The shop, bar and government building are closed and empty. From outside the bar you catch a glimpse of the fragrance of blood and various other lewd secretions but no heart beat, no breathing. You take a few minutes, after breaking in, to smell around just to make sure. But the scents are stale, old, rancid, nothing fresh, nothing wet and warm, not a soul. You step out in the open again.

The first three houses you visit are empty with no sign of struggle or any other mischief you could blame your brothers and sisters for. The next four have been ransacked and, by the smell and stains, their inhabitants already drained, fucked and turned. You go on walking around the rest of the desperately empty houses letting your hunger and despair grow.

You are about to jump back in your car to move to the next town when a metallic sound coming from the harbor attracts your attention. As discreetly as you can, you walk to the large pier. A dozen fishing boats of a wide range of sizes stand still in the calm evening waters. You pause and listen. At first you get nothing except for the lapping of the waves against the hulls and the distant screams of a hunting cormorant, but then you hear a faint sob coming from the furthest boat. A smile appears on your face. At last...

The boat is old, so old that you wonder if it is seaworthy. It is big, amongst the biggest in the harbor. You step on the rust covered deck. No more sobs but the distinct sound of not one but two breathing and living creatures. Following the noise, you walk down a flight of stairs, you push a door, another one. You get a new sob.

“Shhh, Maria, please...”

Male voice, young and terrified, nearly inaudible for a human ear, in the next room. You lick your lips, knocking on the door.

“Someone in there?”

Of course, you get no answer except for a muffled gasp. You slowly push the door to what looks like a spartan furnished cabin. Considering the state of the boat, chances are this is the captain’s quarters. Instinctively your new features hide behind an innocent human façade.

Except for some light from the stars peering through a tiny porthole, the place is pitch black but it does not prevent you from spotting the two crouching silhouettes under the small table. A strong smell of weed impregnates the cabin.

“I need some help... I was with the Caron, I got separated from everyone this morning and I need some help to get back on board. Please... I am affraid...”

You felt a slight tension in the air when you mentioned the Caron but it all goes away when you finish confessing your faked weakness.

“Are they gone?”

The new voice is feminine, hesitant and deliciously terrified.

“I don’t know,” you answer, “who are you talking about?”

The two young adults crawl out from their hiding place. The boy, early twenties, is slim and fit. The callus on his hands place him in the sailor/fisher socio economical category. The girl, in her late teens, looks much wealthier. Have you fallen in the middle of a Romeo/Juliette style drama? This is getting better by the minute. Despite your hunger and the serious attraction those two young bodies have on you, you decide to see how far you can take this charade.

“The demons... the vampires...”

“The what?”

“The vampires, they came from the resort, they arrived during the afternoon, Marco and I were here...”

She stops for a second. Your enhanced senses allow you to see her blushing under her tear covered cheeks.

“We heard the screams and the fighting and then we didn’t hear anything. We waited for a while and then Marco went out... and he told me...”

You look at Marco.

“Told you what?”

“I saw... I saw the monsters... I saw them **** everyone, biting them, drinking their blood... And then our families, our friends, they started to come back, they were as ravenous as the others. They started giving away the names of the ones that were hiding, helping the monsters, joining them in the massacre... Maria’s mother was the last to go, they dragged her to the center of town...“

He pauses unable to go further.

“Finally as they started looking for more victims, I came back here. I knew they would find me, tear me appart and that after that I would come back and give up Maria... Not long before sundown, a few boats came and went and we have been hiding here since then.”

“Okay kids, your story is nuts and I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation. Marco, I don’t know what you saw and I don’t think you told Maria this story to get into her pants... you both seem excessively shaken... but I would probably change my dealer if I was you. Now, I haven’t seen a soul in town, vampire or otherwise,” you laugh,” maybe you two can take me to one of your houses so we can call the police and let them sort this out. How does that sound?”

They look at each other. Brewing in Maria’s eyes, you see the birth of what could become a life lasting resentment towards Marco but they both seem relieved this might be the end of the nightmare.

Soon you find yourself out of the boat and back on the pier. You let them lead the way admiring in the process the menu. Your little speech seems to have convinced Maria. He seems a bit more hesitant. They take you towards one of the biggest houses in town. You follow them into the large living room. Luckily for your little ruse and the buckets of fun you are having right now, except for the broken front door, this house’s occupants were probably all taken care off outside. Maria walks to the old landline phone and turns her back on both you and soon to be delicious Marco. This could be the opening you have been looking for.

You take a step toward the boy but his girlfriend turns around waiting for someone to pick up. The distant ring goes on in the awkward silence until the call is disconnected. Maria redials. Once again she hits a wall. Her chest rises with her irritated sigh giving you an delicious view on her low-cut neck-line. In response, your fangs grow slightly longer. You know deep down that you will not be able to go on much longer without tasting those.

“I can always try to reach the coast guards from home.” Marco offers.

From home, you really like the sound of that. Maria seems hesitant.

“We definitely have to warn someone about the situation here. I don’t want to be stranded on this island...”

Marco and Maria look at each other. You raise your hands before continuing:

“No offense guys, but I have a life of my own and playing Cast Away was never part of my plans for the summer.”

They both laugh and the boy storms out. The door slams back into place and suddenly a heavy silence falls on the room.

You take your time looking at Maria and slowly an evil grin draws on your lips.

“Alone at last, I was wondering when we would get some privacy...”

She looks at you with a puzzled grimace, terror slowly seeping back into in her guts.

“You... you never told us your name...”

You walk to her, enjoying the powerlessness of your very first victim.

“That’s true. I’m Samantha... nice to meet you Maria.”

You gently wrap an arm around her waist slowly pulling her towards you. A single tear starts rolling down her cheek.

“Are you one of them?” She asks in a sob.

“I don’t know... what do you think? Do I look like a demon... a vampire?”

“No not really,” she says forcing a laugh in her voice.

You close your eyes, letting you true nature come back the surface.

“Really?” You say opening your crimson eyes.

Her mouth opens in silent scream of terror. You close it with your own, realizing for the first time how cold you really are.

She tries to resist for a second but soon her lips close on your own. Her tongue starts licking your fangs. You indulge her, piercing it. The most exquisite ambrosia you ever tasted fills your kiss. You drink for a while enjoying her hands in your hair, back and ass.

You let her go. Stumbling back, she caresses her own body, her tits, her stomach, her thighs.

“Oh my god, I never thought I could feel so good,” she says moaning.

A tear of blood slowly pours from the corner of her lip onto her chin. She tears the buttons of her white shirt.

“Please... bite me again.”

Her bra falls on the ground, you wrap you arms around her again and bending over you take her hard brown nipple between you teeth.

“Bite me!” She orders pressing your face against her chest.

You tease her a little longer, playing with your teeth and tongue before indulging her, again. The flow is weak but her whimpers of ecstasy make up for it.

In the distance you hear Marco’s footsteps on the gravel of the path to the house.