The Vampyr in New York (part 1)

The 2 nosferatu sat on the couch as they allowed the body to slump on to the floor just as they finished off the last drop of blood. Allowing themselves time to reflect on what they had done seemed pointless as the undead pair gazed at each other. To Anne and Grace seconds seemed like hours, neither knew what to say as the brunette almost unconsciously ran her tongue along her blood-tinged canines. The pair of scarlet eyes of the elder of the 2 looked at the love of her life with questioning uncertainty. Her beloved’s words about the shit she had going on. But the younger of the undead looked at her best friend with an understanding smile on her red tinged lips. Time ticked away as neither had any idea what speak about.

The blonde was the first to speak up, “So…what now?”

The brunette just shrugged as she stood up having already glanced at the digital clock off to the side, “Don’t know, I suppose we could leave, I mean, it’ll be a while before sunrise.”

As John Miller’s corpse lay exsanguinated on the floor, the 2 vampyr sat on Anne’s bed and talked about high school. While Grace was originally going to grill the brunette about biting her but after her experience with her body’s blood craving and instinctual actions with their prey before. She now had a perfect understanding of Anne’s actions to her person more than an hour ago.

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A small, pale woman sat in the back seat of the taxicab, and she sighed as she ran her tongue along her long upper canines. It had been a while since she had arrived in the States, she knew English enough to speak to the American humans. Her arrival from Spain was interesting since she was going to meet with the King of her people, Vlad Dracula. It had been a very long time since she had sworn loyalty to the Lord of the Nosferatu.

She silently watched the buildings pass by with her blue eyes, she was not the only vampyr that would use their shapeshifting to alter the color of their irises. Most nosferatu’s natural eye color was red but sometimes a human vampyr would alter the color to back to before they had joined the undead. The young woman touched her dirty blonde hair while she giggled at the memory of how humans used to say how her eyes changed color when she was among them. Sometimes she would have been told her eyes were green or gray, but they were confirmed to be blue on her 12th birthday.

The small woman chuckled that the cabbie had not noticed her lack of a reflection in any of the mirrors, much less the windows. It was a good thing that she had containers of soil of her homeland shipped to America; the pale woman knew that most modern humans believed Bram Stoker’s book to be a mere fabrication. She never really blamed Dracula for the knowledge of their kind being told from the book; in the long existence of a nosferatu, shit happens, you learn from it, and you move on. Running Elavatora for decades taught her this, but she knew many other vampyr still had pettiness over the van Helsing family knowledge of the undead being public.

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Laughter could be heard from behind the closed doors, the sound of the girl’s voice joking with the voice of someone of the elderly persuasion was heard after. The 2 of them would roam about under the guise of an old woman and her granddaughter. Dodging the dhampir Blade was easier since they were able to make him look like black thug attacking their “family” in the early ‘80s.

“Oooh,” moaned the younger female as she rode the man’s dick as his elderly wife sunk her fangs into his flesh, “b-but Liv, your hubby is great f-for this and doesn’t their blood taste better after I fuck ‘em?”

Just then he climaxed into a cold vagina of Silvia as he groaned in pleasurable release from his wife draining his blood and her friend fucking him. Olivia sighed, she knew after decades with her and posing as her grandmother she was like this. Most would not know by looking at the 2 friends but the younger looking 1 had risen years before Olivia had been born.

“Becareful there, Silv,” Olivia warned her friend after she removed her mouth from her husband, Ron, “We don’t want any more hunters since the last time you killed 1 of my husbands in the throes of passion.”

“Awe, Liv, you worry to much,” Silvia replied as she removed Ron’s softening penis from her snatch.

Both nosferatu were quiet neither knew what to say until there was a knock on the door. Looking at each other, the odd pair looked to the open window. Shifting into bat form would allow them a quick escape should their visitor be one of Blade’s “friends.”

“H-hello,” called Olivia, hoping that they were fine, “just a minute, please.”

“Yes,” came the voice from the other side, it was a woman’s voice although neither Olivia nor Silvia could be sure, “C-can we come in, please?”

The 2 vampyr looked each other and backed away, Silvia spoke up in a whisper, “Remember the plan, Liv?”

The elderly nosferatu nodded then whispered back, “I’ll open the door, if they’re hunters we use mist form to run.”

Preparing themselves, Silvia backed toward the window as Olivia approached the door. Readying to transmute their bodies, Liv opened the door slowly. The sight of 2 pale woman with greeted her and the tapered tip of 1 of their ears was telling enough on its own.