Meeting the Neighbors

After what felt like hours of sitting and making small talk, Anne and Grace had noticed that not much time had passed. Looking down at the 4 limbed leftovers slumped on the floor, neither of them knew what to do with it.

“It’s a shame, Gracy,” said the brunette, though for her own reasons she did feel very apologetic about killing him, “He was a nice man.”

“Oh,” replied the blonde.

Both vampyr had smiles dancing on their lips when Anne spoke, “I’ve heard there’s a nice family in the building.”

“There is?” Grace asked.

“Mm-hm,” Anne responded with a nod, the family always seemed kind of odd, “The grandmother always says I should come in any hour of the day, either rain or shine, but try to come when the sun isn’t out.”

Then that memory finally clicked in her head, the insistence of coming during night and their current situation finally fit together. It was a hunch, but they had to be like them!

“Umm, Anne?” said the blonde vampyr, it was telltale sign that her sister had not changed, “What are thinking about?”

The look on the elder nosferatu’s face told the younger undead that her beloved’s mind was amidst processing some old information. Grace knew her ex’s facial expressions by heart.

“Grace,” the brunette vampyr began, and scanned the face of the love of her life, insuring she this beautiful creature’s attention, “I…I think that odd family are vampires too.”

“Vampires?” the blonde asked, her red eyes widening, “Y-you mean…like us?”

The brunette slowly nodded again, “I don’t have any proof but…I don’t see why we can’t go find out.”

“Are you sure?” the blonde vampyr asked.

“What have we got to lose,” Anne said with a shrug, “If we’re wrong, then they’ll think we’re crazy.”

“Crazy?” replied the blonde, “Anne, what if they call the cops on us?”

“They won’t,” responded the Anne, and added with smile then chuckled, “Plus we’ll know where they live so there’ll be a meal waiting.”

Both undead women laughed at the brunette’s dark humor. Neither of them realizing at how much of their humanity that was dissolving. It would be gone soon, like most nosferatu.

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Soon, Grace and Anne stood in front of the wooden door, they looked to each other for assurance. They could hear sounds of sexual release and then they decided to knock. There were clear sounds of shuffling and movement before the door slowly opened to a very pale woman that from a human’s perspective, looked to be between 77 to 85. Her wrinkled face was a sickly pale with her white hair pulled into a bun with the tips of her ears tucked behind the hair that had been pulled back. Neither Grace nor Anne had realized that their pointed ears were slightly showing. Of course, their ears were what alerted the elderly looking nosferatu as to their guests’ identities, species wise.

“Oh, hello, dears,” greeted Olivia with a fanged smile, her irises turning scarlet.

“Hello, ma’am,” greeted the brunette, smiling with her own fangs now that she was comfortable with another vampyr, “I just got up tonight and discovered I am now a vampire.”

Grace just gave a nervous smile while unconsciously allowing her fangs to peek past her red lips, “I’m Grace; Anne said your family might be like us...vampires.”

The “elderly” vampyr smiled when it dawned on her that the brunette was that woman in the building that she had invited for a bite to eat. From the looks of things, the blonde may have changed her. Inviting them in their apartment.

“Liv, what are you doing?” Silvia half-demanded, “We barely have enough blood between the 2 of us!”

“Oh, don’t worry about us,” the blonde tried to reassure the “granddaughter” that they were not looking for handouts, “We already ate.”

The blonde vampyr faced the ceiling, a familiar scent of fresh blood and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a bare foot in an open doorway. Curious, Grace slowly strolled while her sister was introducing them to who they now knew as Olivia. The blonde milf turned to look into the room to find a bed along with a handsome, dark-haired man sleeping naked on it. She took quick notice that the only other naked occupant in this apartment was the auburn-haired female who clearly looked to be the youngest of all of them. Never mind that the man had a deflated penis draped over his thigh with remnants of semen on his manhood along where his dick lye. Reaching out to touch him, Grace found a tight grip on her arm then turned to face the auburn-haired Silvia.

“What do you think you're doing?!?” she demanded, “He’s our's.”

“He is?” asked a confused blonde, she quickly noted that semen was dripping from the girl’s snatch, “How old are you anyway?”

The scent of blood still wafting in the air, the man being the obvious source was now a secondary concern. The man was clearly an adult, but this girl looked to be still in school.

“How old am I?” Silvia scoffed, and with a smile jabbed the thumb from the hand that was not attached to Grace over shoulder at Olivia, “I have decades on Liv back there.”

Grace’s eyebrows rose and her red eyes widened, “You mean you’re older than…?”

“Older than Olivia in there?” the auburn-haired vampyr snarky responded, “Hell yeah.”

“B-but you still look…,” began the blonde nosferatu before she was cut off.

“Look, if anything,” snapped Silvia, “it’s obvious to me that neither of you have been undead for very long.”

Then, the elderly vampyr called to them to meet in the den, their guests had somethings to discuss with them. They were not wholly aware of their kinds’ strengths.