The Day the Sun Turned Red - chapter 3

I take Mark away. I need him to scratch the hitch that's been bugging me since I took my shower.

The girl's locker room should be empty until eleven, so we have more than time to get to the point.

Mark is a bit clumsy but he's learning and I must confess that today he surpasses himself. With his hand in my pants, I peak three times before finishing him with a blowjob.

He looks at me with gratitude as I lick his sperm from my lips. I pull down my top and button my jeans. I walk to the door and take a quick glance outside. The coast is clear.

We go back to class. The hallways seem even emptier than before. Kathy, Cheryl and the other three are all sitting in a circle listening to the radio on Kathy's phone.

"... vampires, we confirm the previously broadcasted information, the unknown assailants are actually vampires. The covering of the sun seems to have been the result of a ritual performed by the vampires to be able to come out in daylight. The president has suspended the Habeas Corpus and declared the martial law. We advise you to stay home and close all doors. The president has said that we are at war, a war for our very survival as a race."

"Come on guys," Mark says, "this can't be true bullshit!"

"No it's not, it's all over the news." Cheryl says.

"Youtube is crawling with videos of reported attacks. They **** their victims before bleeding them. It's so fucking hot."

Everybody turns to Kathy. There's something off in her look, something slutty, lustful.

"Come guys, don't you realize how hot this is, to live forever, to fuck all the time," she turns to me,

"Erin, tell them, I know you must be as thrilled as I am."

Okay, now maybe is the time to talk to you about my fantasies. I dig vampires, I find them powerful and mighty and fucking hot... But this was before, before they **** the president to implement fucking Martial Law.

It was a fantasy about a fictional creature, a romantic figure, a fucking allegory. Not a fucking monster. Concerning Kathy, I've always suspected her of sharing with me this small inclination but I never thought she'd be so stupid.

"Hot? Kathy? Are you nuts? This isn't hot! Dracula behind the TV screen may be hot but this... This is the fucking end of the world." I shout.

"Hello children. I'm sorry to interrupt but I must agree with your friend Kathy here, it's actually so very fucking hot."