Two Dog Night

You feel the sun dip below the horizon. You open your eyes to Jonathon sitting by the bed with two large dogs. The dogs look uncomfortable with your presence. You stare into there eyes making them loyal and viscious. You slice your finger and motion to them. They each lick the blood from your wound.

You motion for them to sit and they do.

“Well done, Jonathon.”

His face lights up from the praise. “Thank you, Mistress!”

“I am going out to feed, Jonathon. While I am gone find the wealthiest people nearby.”

You barely hear him say yes, before you are out the door. You focus on downtown and close your eyes. In a minute you are there. You scan the alleys for homeless. You spot your dinner s as almost immediately. She is a disheveled blonde waif. Despite the dirt on her face and in her hair she smells tasty.

You enter the alley and level your unblinking stare at her. She looks away at first, but peeks in curiosity.

“Come.” You command.

She stands and walks to you. She stops in front of you and tilts her head. You rip into her neck gorging on her blood to satiate your thirst. Soon she is nothing more than an empty husk.

You close your eyes and return to Jonathon’s.

You enter. Your pets give a low growl and drool, until they see it’s you.

“Mistress! I’ve done as you asked. There is a pharmaceutical heiress just over the city line.”

You look at the picture he has pulled up. “Perfect. I’ll be paying her a visit tomorrow night.”

You feel the sun beginning to rise. You head to the bedroom.

“Jonathon, do be a dear and grab me a nice coffin to sleep in.”

He nods as you settle into the bed. Blackness takes you.