Carnage

The journey to Libby's place took but a heartbeat, because vampires are supernaturally fast. "So, let's be clear on this" said Rachel on their arrival, "we're not turning Sarah; you intend to snuff her completely?"

"Yeah well, she's a skinny bitch and I've decided I much prefer my daughters to have a bit of meat on them like you. After all, I can sink my fangs into your succulantly ample flesh for a tasty snack without fear of breaking then on bone anytime I like. That's one of the things I really appreciate about you, ****; you're a veritable bag of bloody delight."

"Aw gee mum, that's the nicest thing anyone's said about me in ages. By the way, what's the little kids name and where's his bedroom?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

"Ah shit! Then we're screwed before we start."

"Are we? I thought we vampires were supposed to be able to fly or something."

"Yeah we are, only I don’t know how to go about making that happen yet. Do you?"

"Well, I'd have thought supernatural stuff ought to sort of come naturally to us undead creatures of the night. Failing that, we can always try Google. Better still, Facebook or Twitter. There's got to be some of our kind online we can tap into for advice."

"Genius! Oh mum, I could kiss you!"

"Well, please don't or I'll start kissing you back and before you know it, we'll end up feasting off each other till we've no appetite left for Sarah and Libby's lot. By the way, did you know you've just disappeared?"

A distant voice came floating down, "I'm up here, mum." Cassie looked up and saw that Rachel was hanging from a second floor windowsill by her fingertips. "How the fuck did you get up there?"

"Do you remember how we got here?"

"Not really, it all happened too fast to be memorable."

"We just willed ourselves here and here we were. I did the same with this window."

"Cool! Is the kid there where you are?"

"Don't be silly mum. What would a seven year old child be doing hanging from a second floor windowsill by his fingertips at this time of night? Still, he might be inside. Hang on, I'll take a look."

"I'd have thought it was your job to hang on at that height, kiddo" Cassie muttered to herself, but muttered no more when Rachel called down, "he's here and we're in. Come on up."

Cassie knew what she had to do but not being good with heights, she closed her eyes while she did it. This resulted in her ending up sitting on the roof, embracing a chimney pot. The sound of Rachel's exasperated sigh wafted up from down below; followed by the words, "just empty your mind and will yourself to be with me, mum. Oh, and don't forget to let go of that chimney pot, whatever you do."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, we'll either wind up with a chimney pot down here we don't need or you'll lose both your arms."

Cassie closed her eyes again, let go of the chimney pot and willed like like fuck.

A pleasingly plump, golden haired little boy in Star Wars pyjamas giggled deliciously at Cassie as she landed in an undignified heap in front of him. Cassie took in the smooth complexion of his neck, thought of all that rich, ultra-young blood gushing through it and licked her lips salaciously.

"Down Mother!"

At first, Cassie thought Rachel was talking to her, but on looking up, she saw her daughter was addressing one of two of the biggest German Shepherd dogs she'd ever seen.

"Mum, meet Mother and Father. Ridiculous names for dogs aren't they? Especially since they're saying they've both been neutered."

"Saying? I can't hear any doggy chat going on."

"Remember you're a vampire now, mum. If you focus hard on one dog to the exclusion of all other thought, you can hear what it's thinking. You can then also project your own thoughts into the animal's mind and get it to do anything you wish. That's how I've managed to silently summon them here to take care of little Charlie for us which, by the way, I've already instructed them to do as soon as we step outside and close the door."

"Aw! Must we step outside?"

"Yes mum. CHYOA rules prohibit descriptions of excessive ****."

"Spoil-sports" muttered Cassie getting to her feet. With a rueful glance back at little Charlie's smiling cherub-like face, she followed her daughter out of the child's bedroom, closing the door behind her. The house was strangely silent; apart from tearing sounds coming from the room behind them. 'No screams then' she thought, 'they must have gone for the throat first. Who's a clever pair of doggies then!' Out loud, she said "I reckon everyone must be in bed at this time of night" as she checked her watch. "Did your doggy friends happen to mention who's where and with who?"

"Yeah; I've sort of mentally downloaded the entire contents of their minds and consequently know everything about the place; even down to where the DoggyChoc treats are kept. Anyway, here's the plan. Libby's parents are in the only other room on this landing. We don't actually have to drain them completely to turn them. We just need to get some of our toxic saliva into their blood stream and then get them to feed on eachother. It shouldn't be that difficult since, as we've already noticed, once poisoned, feeding becomes synonymous with sex and sex synonymous with feeding. With any luck, they'll end up humping eachother to **** and beyond to a new bloodsucking, fucking life. Hmmm, it's gone quiet in there. Let's see if Father and Mother have finished with their little Charlie."

Rachel opened the bedroom door and looked in as the two hellhounds with blood soaked muzzles and wagging tails innocently trotted out. It looked like an abattoir in there. "So, that's what little boys are made of is it" she commented as she re-closed the door.

(To be continued.)