Dinner at the Sinclairs

It is dinner time all around the regular town and the Sinclairs make no exception.

Bob has unpacked and ironed his favorite black and red cape, Electra is conservatively wearing her long black dress and Summer being a girl of her century (sixteenth century) has opted for long sleeved white shirt and ample black pants.

Summer has brought home one of Gabriela’s friend. Meredith is your typical nerd/goth girl. She clicked almost instantly with dark and classy Summer and the young vampire invited her for dinner. Summer is generally in charge of the first course of the evening on hunting nights as both Electra and Bob consider teenage blood a very nice primi piati.

“There’s nothing like youth to give you the needed energy after a hard day of work,” Bob would say.

“Freshness and lust, that is perfect to open an appetite,” Electra would say.

Both parents are extremely pleased with Summer’s catch.

“How was your day?” Bob asks to his women.

“The interior decorator came, we agreed that his team will ‪start tomorrow‬. I met our neighbor, Eduard, he will do a perfect watcher for us. I also started organizing one of my sales. I will go around the neighborhood tomorrow to distribute some pamphlets and Delilah’s assistant has guaranteed a first delivery on Friday.”

“How about you Summer? How’s the new school?”

“Just perfect daddy, I met the principal, he is onboard, I also met the nurse and the head teacher, they won’t be causing any trouble either. And the students are exquisite, it was a great idea to move south! So much sun and outdoor activities is great for the taste.”

Meredith is a bit confused by the turn of the discussion. She does not get all the implications, obviously, but deep down she feels there is something odd about it.

“You guys are European right?”

The Sinclairs laugh.

“Well yes, at least Bob and I,” Electra answers, “but Summer was born in the colonies.”

“The colonies?”

“America, she means America, mom hasn’t swallowed yet the independence, she a bit old fashioned.”

“Cool… I think…”

This family is bat shit crazy and Meredith loves it.

“So, Meredith, what about all this makeup and attire? Is it a fashion statement or do you really believe in the powers of our Lord and Master, the Great Horned One?”

Meredith does not understand the question.

“Mom, please, you do not need to try to **** your beliefs on all my friends, you know that in the end, they will serve Satan no matter what….”

Meredith is even more rattled.

“Let’s eat!” Bob declares seemingly closing the argument.

But there’s no food to be seen. For Meredith, this is all taking a far too weird turn. She is about to stand and excuse herself when Summer offers a hand. Not knowing what to do, Meredith takes it. Summer bends over, licks the pale skin and sinks her fangs into the Goth girl’s artery. Meredith has a hiccup of pain followed by a long moan of pleasure. Bob and Electra stand and place themselves behind the young woman. Fangs are borne and both sides of her slender neck are punctured by the hungry vampires. The world around Meredith crumbles away in a cloud of pleasure.

Bob unzips his pants.