Looking for Nicole

You wake up.

The ceiling of the palm hut that protects you from the sun rustles with the murmur of hundreds of insects living in it. The wind blows sand grains on the concrete floor of the bar. In some back room, a faucet is leaking one drop at a time. All this and much more, you hear.

Your nostrils are filled with the delightful scent of your own secretions and the two vampire girls’, of the sperm of the two crewmen, of your blood and the waiter’s. The toxic cesspool, you wake up in, makes you ravenous.

You lick your lips and fangs, anxious to sink them in some living flesh, shivering, terrified, aroused, warm flesh.

You stir.

Your brothers and sisters are nowhere to be seen but you hear them clearing the bungalows down the beach. You could join them but you know that, by the time you get there, all you would have left to suck on, would be the cold hard dicks of newly turned vamps and what Mama Sam wants now is warm living blood. And you know exactly where to find it.

A bottle of sunscreen is waiting for you on a table. Applying it on your oversensitive skin just makes the coming hunt even more exciting.

You step out of the protecting shadow of the hut and the sun rays over your skin pleasantly tickle your appetite. You run towards the forest, enjoying the delightful wind in your hair. You cannot wait to catch up with your friend.

The cover of the trees soon give you a small respite from the sun. You continue all the way down to the river. What took you twenty minutes, now barely takes you three. You stop to try to catch a trail, a scent that could lead you to your former friend, your soon to be victim.

At first you have nothing and, then, slowly, you start discerning something. A faint mix of menthol cigarettes and coconut shampoo. The shampoo is your sister’s but you know Nicole borrowed it the night before you reached the Caron. That must be her.

You follow the trail as it grows stronger. A bit further down the path she took, the road takes a left turn and then, another, bringing you back towards the beach. Soon, you find yourself standing on a dune overlooking the bar where you were turned. There goes the element of surprise.

“Sam?”

The voice comes from a small grove of trees a few yards behind you.

“Nicole?” You answer not turning around.

“Sam... I saw what they did to you... I am sorry, I did not want this to happen... really...”

“I’m not complaining.”

You turn around. There she is, your prey, all shivering, holding a pathetic piece of bamboo, terrified by what you have become. That scent? Is she a bit turned on? You smile.

“You don’t understand, their mistress, your mistress... she is evil, she wants to kill me because I am a threat to her. I am the only one who can stop her.”

“How are you going to stop her if you can’t stop me?” You ask taking a step towards her.

“Stop right there... or else...”

“Or else what? You’ll have to use that stake? Come on Nicole, if you know what I have become you know you don’t stand a chance, not without the element of surprise...”

“I...”

“And I guess that deep down you do not want to kill me, you actually want to join me, be like me...”

“No, you don’t understand...”

“Oh, I do understand perfectly, I can even smell it from here, that faint dampness on your panties, your breath accelerating slightly each time I talk about you joining us. Did you enjoy watching those three raping me. You were revolted, I’m sure, but at the same time you wanted to be me. My Nicole wants to become one of the night dwellers, a vampire, isn’t that true? Can you honestly tell me that you don’t want me, my cold hands all over you, my fangs tearing your skin time and time again?”

“You really don’t understand, but yeah, maybe you are right, maybe it’s the way it has to go...” she says letting the stake fall to the ground, “come on Sam, do your worst...”

You smile widens even more. You really did not think this would work.

“My worst? How about I try my best?”