Stephanie had given her police statement hours after her stepsister had failed to return. She had a deep impression however that her tale had not been believed. When the young detective had asked, “Did she really leave in her nightdress?” Stephanie had simply shouted back.

Now she sat in that dingy cafe, silently supping at the thin beverage that gave coffee a bad name.

When the homeless man entered, the proprietor rolled his eyes and said loudly, “We don’t want your sort in here.”

The homeless man shook his head to go when Stephanie called him over.

“Ignore that ponce sir. Fancy a warm coffee?”

The gent thanked her and sat quietly as a waitress took the order.
As for the owner, he decided to turn a blind eye.

“I’ve seen you about,” Stephanie muttered as he supped slowly.

The gent looked terribly nervous and nodded.

“I seem to have the mark of death upon me.”

“What a strange thing to say.”

The homeless man lowered his voice sharply.

“That woman who was killed had spoken to me.”

Stephanie had read the paper but clearly remembered no mention of her guest.

“You were a client?”

“Of course not. She simply invited me into her home.”

“Did you tell the authorities?”

“You bet I did but they simply accused me of lying. So be it.”

He supped once more and gazed into her soft eyes.

“You seem to have lost someone too.”

Stephanie was surprised by his observation.

“My step sister has vanished.”

The gent folded his hands upon the dirty table and nodded.

“You had better unburden yourself.”

She told the story slowly as he listened with mounting alarm. When she finished he whispered, “You never saw who this boyfriend was?”

“I had no idea that she had one sir.”

“That makes sense I suppose.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Perhaps someone other worldly took her.”

She almost laughed at the suggestion.

“It’s no laughing matter mam,” he insisted. “These murders are certainly unusual.”

“Obviously the work of a nutter.”

“What about the savagery or missing blood for that matter?”

“Definitely a nutter.”

He tended to disagree.

“I am starting to think where they could be resting.”

“You are talking as if we are dealing with vamps.”

“I think the evidence is rather overwhelming.”

She felt rather uncomfortable at this unwelcome suggestion.

“I don’t see your stake or hammer either.”

He smiled.

“I prefer to use whatever’s at hand.”

“So where would they be sleeping then? The graveyard?”

The homeless man smiled.

“I considered that of course. However I kept a watch and no one turned up.”

Stephanie had not accepted his outlandish theory but decided to push on.

“Have you checked out that old place?”

The gent knew where it was but shook his head.

“That is far too obvious mam. We are talking about reality not a
Hollywood blockbuster.”

“If I was one of those that is exactly where I’d go.”

He nodded and finished the dark fluid.

“Fancy tagging along?”

Stephanie took his hand and asked, “You really think my sister is with him?”

The gent became deadly serious.

“If she is my dear, she won’t be human anymore.”

Stephanie understood that and followed him out of the door and into the cool afternoon sunlight.

The walk north was over quite quickly and the new friends stood staring at the old porch with more than a little trepidation.

“It looks really spooky,” Stephanie muttered.

“They should have pulled it down years ago,” he replied. “You coming then?”

She smiled and led the way to the front door. When she pushed, it swung open with a loud creak. She crept inside, coughing as the dust rose around her.

“No one seems to be home.”

The gent closed the door quietly and gazed around. His eyes fell upon the deadly stairs as she walked toward the closed Dutch windows.

“No furniture I see.”

“Let's check up there,” he suggested.

She saw the steps and shuddered.

“Are they safe?”

“Safe enough for our purpose. Just be damn sure that you want to see this.”

“I figure the upstairs is empty.”

He gave her a strange look and realised something.

“You are only humouring me?”

“We don’t have blood drinkers in Canada.”

He grinned and started climbing the old stairs slowly. As Stephanie walked toward him, her shoe just missed the child’s corpse hidden under the dust.

“Take care,” he whispered. “The second step looks about to go.”

She avoided it as he reached the upper floor and breathing heavily gazed at the bedroom door.

“We had better look in here first.”

“You go first then,” she replied.

He took hold of the knob and gently edged it open. Despite the obvious gloom, he poked his head through and gasped.

“There are two of them lying upon the sheets.”

He pulled his head back as she shivered.

“Are you sure?”

He gave her a filthy look that broached no argument.

“You better stay here.”

She shook her head and moved to have a peek. As her eyes locked upon the bed, a whisper escaped her throat.

“Oh Hollandia...”

“That’s your step sister?”

She was trembling now.

“That dark dress is new, but yes.”

He gave her a rather sad look.

“You do know what has to happen?”

“You really want to smash their chests?”

“I have no choice mam. These dark fiends have to be dealt with.”

The un-named homeless man edged through the gap gingerly as Stephanie made her decision. He was rather surprised when she followed at last.

He gazed upon the sleeping couple. The bodies perfectly still, the dark dress refusing to move. The gent lay wrapped within the dark cloak, seemingly unaware of the mortals.

“I need a damn shard of wood.”

He dashed across the floor, eyes searching for the appropriate weapon as she gazed upon her sleeping sister.

Stephanie edged forward to the side of the bed as the desperate search continued.

She had only just arrived when Hollander’s eyes flashed open.

“Oh Ch...!”

The hunter swung around as Trayhas and his evil bride sat bolt upright.

“Get out now!” the gent screamed but it was far too late for that.

Trayhas reacted at once, leaping up and wrestling the hunter to the dust smothered floor.

Hollandia grabbed her sister’s arm tightly and said, “You really should not have come here dear.”

Trayhas pinned his enemy down, his agile mind swamping the mortal’s thoughts. When his eyes glazed over, he stood at last.

“What have you done to him?” Stephanie demanded.

“Made him a little less dangerous that is all. Hollandia, bring her here.”

His dark bride pulled the woman over, as the hunter stood perfectly motionless.

“What do you want to do to them?”

Trayhas glared at her.

“What do you think my love? They dared to interrupt our rest.”

Hollandia grabbed her sister strongly and offered her to Trayhas.

He looked over that clothed body and savagely ripped the loose blouse from her body. As the white bra was ripped off, he smiled at the exposed mammary glands.

“Quite a handful I see.”

“It runs in the family!” Stephanie snapped.

He ignored this and opened the jeans like the expert he was. The mortal tried struggling but sadly in vain. As the hips were cruelly exposed, the panties were drawn down.

Trayhas gazed upon the shaven pudenda and nodded to his bride. She suddenly pulled Stephanie down as the hunter dropped his drawers.

“You should watch this demonstration of vampiric power my dear.”

Hollandia held her down as the hunter knelt between those thighs, jerking himself hard.

“Stop this!” the mortal screamed.

“It’s a little late for that sister.”

She tried to close her legs but the hunter was ready now and lifted her supple bottom before pushing right inside her taught womb.

The creatures watched as he shafted her strongly, wondering perhaps whether to join in.

The hunter was gasping, obviously the time leg affecting any ability to hold back. As Stephanie lay there with eyes closed, the hunter climaxed all too soon.

“It seems to be over,” Hollandia pointed out.

Trayhas smiled rather cruelly.

“Not quite my love.”

He gazed hard at the hunter, who responded by gripping Stephanie’s throat tightly. Those fingers tightened rapidly and she was throttled.

“Sadly that was necessary,” Trayhas explained.

Hollandia did not care now. Her sister was dead as the hunter stood once more.

“Now my dear, take him out.”

The dark temptress who now loved depravity and warm blood smiled at the completely hypnotised victim. She advanced coldly and knelt before him.

Her cruel but cold mouth opened to engorge his reeking member. Her teeth scraped across the sensitive skin before suddenly biting down.
Hollandia spat it out as a fountain of blood spewed out. Her hungry mouth opened to receive that living fluid until the old, homeless hunter collapsed upon that dust covered floor.

“We should get rid of them,” Hollandia commented standing up.

“I know a perfect place,” he replied

To be continued...

Finished this ep at last..Had better night..Stopped severe attack in tracks though woke exhausted..Still feel life ebbing..Did not make appointment..No point..Ta for reading these stories..Ta for being friends..

Colin

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Thank you for writing them, :) Im glad you had a better night, but am confused as to why your not seeing a doctor?...NO point?..Colin, there is Always a point, :). Talk soon, Tara

Too Tarra, deep friend of Jerrix...Was told no point...Trying now simply to finish this story..Sorry my dear..V bad news...