John

Of course it's John and John now owes me big time. After all, he's responsible for all this. If he hadn't been caught out in his lie about going to college, my family and I would still be alive. I'd have still been looking forward to getting married, us getting a home of our own, having children and stuff. It saddens me greatly to recall how excited I was only a few hours ago by the prospect of raising a family of my own. Now, thoughts of children merely causes me to lick my lips and regard them as tasty snacks.

Yes, John has a lot to answer for alright. For starters, what's really going on between him and his aunt? Do the rest of his family know what he's getting up to? We need to chat, that's for sure but first, my family needs to disappear. I reach for the phone.

"Hi John, baby. Did I wake you?"

"Nancy? Yeah you did too wake me. Do you know what time this is?

"Of course I know what the fucking time is; I'm dead, not daft. Look, I need you to bring your firm's hearse over to my place. I'm sure, after all that's happened, you can figure out why."

There's a long pause before John somberly replies "I understand. Look, you don't really want a wagon with clear glass sides to transport three corpses at a time if you don't want people to know you're trying to secretly dispose of the dead bodies of the family you've just slaughtered. We'll need the van. I'll go and fetch it, should be with you in about half an hour."

He ended the call. I glanced at the time showing on the phone. Midnight: the witching hour; how appropriate! Whilst awaiting John, I wrapped the bodies up in bed linen. I smiled at the irony of my mummy ending up looking like a mummy. Still, gastronomically speaking, she had proved a most yummy mummy. Her tits had been especially delicious.

John was as good as his word (for a change) and we were able to load the bodies into the unmarked undertaker's van without attracting attention. Fortunately for us, the police know an undertaker's van when they see one and rarely ever stop one out of respect for the dead. Thus mum, dad and bro were duly and safely delivered for burning. On route, I asked John what he got out of supplying blood for his aunt to feed on. He replied, "the best sex ever!" Well, that told me. My fiancé had been shagging his mum's sister, which to my mind made him a mother fucker once removed. Why had I ever loved this creep! Had I still been alive, I suppose I'd have been mad as hell with him but considering the erotic interlude I'd recently enjoyed with my own mother, I decided not to be such a hypocrite.

At Steph's cottage, we dragged the corpses through into the back garden. I couldn’t help but notice how over grown it had become but on remembering how bad sunlight is for a vampire's complexion, I could see why Steph might not be too keen on gardening. The incinerator was close to the back door and I could tell from how downtrodden the plant life was in its vicinity that it got a lot of use. To save time and fuel cost, we cremated all three bodies together. I felt nothing emotionally as I warmed myself in the incinerator's radiated heat. The roar of fan driven flames turning my family to ashes and smoke contained harmonics that I found simply delightful. I breathed deeply the stench of burning flesh; not out of need for oxygen, I just wanted to savour the aroma.

Beside me, John had his hand inside his aunt's flimsy clothing, fondling a breast. Steph saw me looking and smiled at me, a smile I readily returned. We needed John. If we didn’t have him, we'd have to replace him with someone else to do for us all those inconvenient things we no longer cared to do for ourselves. Since Steph was giving him her tits to play with, it only seemed fair that I should make a contribution. Unzipping John's jeans, I slipped my hand inside, released his swelling phallus into the smoky night air, went down on my knees, sucked his cock deep into my mouth and despite every instinct in my body urging me to do so, I didn't bite. He came quickly, but then again, he normally did that. Living spermatozoa filled my mouth and knowing it to be ever bit as nourishing as blood, I made sure I never spilled a glutenous drop. I swallowed it all, just as I'd done in life but this time it was different. This time, it was done knowing that sperm and blood were vital to my continuing existence and that I was going to need lots of both.