A meal fit for a vampire

“We vampires do more than drink blood, dear Wendy. We are carnivorous too, so we eat meat. That means we eat humankind as well as drain their blood.” I lecture Wendy. I make her move closer to me.

“This won’t hurt as much. My hypnotic powers will keep you alive even when you aren’t. You are under my spell and when I am done with you, your friend will feast on the leftovers.” I say, dragging my wet fingers over Wendy’s exposed neck. I grab her shirt and tear it open. She is wearing a bra. I yank the bra off and her breasts bounce around.

“Please… don’t hurt me. I don’t want to die.” Wendy whimpers.

“The best part about turning, my dear, is that **** is the gateways to our ways.” I reply, undressing Wendy as I lay her down on the bed.

Her chest is exposed in the warm-lit room. I fiddle around with her breasts and move them to the side. I take my knife and cut from her belly button through the mid-breasts. A straight red line forms and I lick the fresh blood.

“You are quite the meal, Wendy. But for starters, let me have a hearty meal.” I riddle, pulling her chest open and sinking my arm into her chest, under the rib cages and to her heart. I yank it out and the pulsing organ wobbles in my hand. I extend my fangs and bite down on the meat, draining the heart of its blood. I finish the organ and it is shrunk like a juice box.

From the side of my eye I can see Lucy stirring.

“I’m thirsty…” she whines.

“Come here, let’s have a feast, darling Lucy.” I request. Her pale skin shines from the sweat droplets on her skin. She extends her fangs and bites her friend’s neck, recklessly chewing at her flesh. I smile and chuckle. I take Wendy’s arm and bite down. The smell of rotting flesh fills the room and it adds to the feast. Wendy’s lifeless body stares at the roof as Lucy dines on her neck and I eat her skin off the bones.