You walk down to the sun tanning deck

You walk down the stairs and through the sunbathers, suffering their judgemental stares. You must look like a mess. The only ones not looking at you are the pale girl and her neighbor too busy to pay attention engaged as they are in a passionate kiss.

Your reflection, casted in the large glass door, confirms it. The towel you borrowed from the spa last night is covered in black grease stains and so are your cheeks and your forehead. Your hair is a mess. You look like you have not slept in a week or... maybe... as if you just slept between two dirty boat engines.

No more beautiful Samantha Restless just a slob in a dirty towel. Probably the worst walk of shame you ever went through.

“Excuse me sir, do you, by any chance, happen to keep a bathrobe around here, that I could borrow?”

The pale man turns around smiling. There is something goofy about his smile, a communicative joy. But there is also a hunger in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine and brings back to the surface all of last night’s nightmares.

No, no, no, this cannot be true, your imagination is playing tricks on you. In broad daylight, all the monsters run to hide and this man seems fun. Yet, the terror persists as he replies:

“Sam! Samantha Restless! We’ve been looking for you all over the place. Everybody is going to be so glad you showed up.

“I...”

“Yes, your sister and your friend Caroline have launched a boat wide alert when you and Nicole did not show up for breakfast, didn’t you hear the announcements?”

“I...”

“But you were asking for a bathrobe? All my apologies, of course we keep some around here, if you don’t mind following me back there, I might even have a hairbrush to get that hair sorted out...” he says indicating a small door behind him.

“I... yes, that would be amazing.”

He opens the door to a small back room and walks in.

“And do you know where Nicole could be? We are all very worried about her.”

“I... Nicole? No... not a clue, I haven’t seen her since last night.”

“Here you go, a hair brush...” he pauses and finishes with a complicit smile, “it must have been one hell of a night.”

Suddenly, coming from the outside, you hear some commotion, glass breaking, a couple of muffled screams.

“Let me check what is happening, I’ll be back in a minute. Oh and you have a sink back there, if you want to give that pretty face of yours a semblance of humanity.”

You dismiss the anguish that comes over you. The waiter seems so sure of himself, it must be nothing, business as usual on a cruise ship, you reason.

The small mirror hanging above the sink gives you yet another crude testimony of the state of decay you are in. You open the faucet and let the water flow, you cup your hands and splash some on your face. You look at your reflection again. The water did not help much but it washes away some of madness of the night. Behind you, the waiter is back, he is busy emptying some supplies on one of the shelves. Some more water, you start cleaning the biggest stains. He closes the door.

“So, really no clue as to where Nicole might be?” He asks casually.

Scrubbing some grease from your neck, you answer:

“Not at all, last time I saw her, she was dancing with the other girls. After that, I went for a drink. Had a few to many and wandered around, I ended up in the SPA, fell asleep...”

You do not go further unable to make sense of your memories.

“Too bad, the mistress will not be pleased, but you can always help us look for her.”

He is suddenly behind you. Close, too close.

So close you can feel his hard dick pressing against the towel, between your ass cheeks, through the light fabric of his white uniform. You freeze. His face... pure evil, madness, a demon, fiery red eyes, oversized fangs. A hand on your mouth. Cold, cold hand.

“Would you like to help us?” He asks casually.

Taking his time, letting your fear grow, he opens his mouth, displaying his monstrous fangs. A deep growl originating from the back his throat, he rolls his eyes backwards. He is about to strike. He stops.

He closes his eyes and mouth and smiling again he says:

“Ever seen Fright night 2? The orignal version from the nineties, not the crappy remake, always loved that movie... anyway, at some point in the movie, you have the head vampire doing this.”

He retakes the face: eyes rolling backwards, weird rattle, mouth wide open on his sharp fangs.

He lets go of your mouth. Releases the towel around your chest and continues:

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I turned...”

You scream, he strikes. Absolute pain engulfing your whole skull followed with the most generous orgasm you ever felt.

“My dear Samantha, you taste absolutely delicious,” he says through his teeth liberating the vicious snake from his shorts.

He slides it up your dripping box and riding you, he drains you of your blood in minutes. You die in agonizing delight.

After all, it was not so unpleasant you think as you drift away and your monster had a weird sense of humor.