Episode 10

Ben found himself within a dark and dim tunnel, as Trayhas gently laid him down.

“Where is this place?”

The vampire glanced around and said, “Just a tunnel man dug as part of the quarry.”

Ben knew of this place, located to the south of the sleepy hamlet.

“A big let down from your former place.”

Trayhas smiled coldly.

“That has never bothered me my friend. Your people have far more to worry about.”

“So, how far back do you and Dreamer go?”

“A very long way Ben. She heralds from the distant past when Adam lived happily.”

“That’s a hell of a long way.”

“As far back as you dare go. Now about your help.”

“You can see the state of me mate. I can’t even walk at present.”

“So I see but there is a way around that.”

Ben stared at him through the mist of pain.

“What do you intend to do?”

Trayhas knelt at his side staring hard.

“Shall we say give you a slight infusion.”

“I don’t want to be like you.”

The vampire slashed his wrist before pressing it against the reporter’s mouth.

“Just accept it Ben. It won’t turn you. I can promise you that.”

Ben felt drops of the un-dead fluid seep between his teeth before it turned into a flood. He was overwhelmed by a violent chocking sensation, quickly followed by a strange and warm glow.

Trayhas pulled the wrist away as Ben watched the savage wound heal.

“I feel rather strange.”

“It will pass soon enough my friend. Now, on your feet.”

Ben raised himself carefully, fully surprised by his restored strength.

“Now that is certainly an improvement. Don’t you agree?”

Ben nodded slowly with suppressed approval.

“Where is this woman resting?”

Trayhas smiled and said, “That appears to be the problem. Her mind is shielded from my scans. We shall have to await developments.”

“Which is code for deaths I suppose.

Trayhas smiled and said, “You are learning.”

“Let me get one thing straight first,” Ben said.

“What might that be?”

“You leave Harris or any other friend well alone.”

Trayhas snorted and replied, “As you wish. As long as they don’t try
to stake me they shall remain safe.”

That piece of news came as a relief to the reporter. He did not realise that their enemy had no such qualms.

Elsewhere that night, an infuriated Harris had stormed into the hospital after a crazy call about a missing reporter.

When he saw the empty bed, he turned upon the embarrassed doctor.

“What the hell happened?”

“We cannot understand it sir. He was certainly in no fit state to walk about.”

Harris pointed to the empty bed with mounting anger.

“It’s pretty obvious to me that he was taken by force.”

“How could that happen detective? Everyone would have noticed.”

“Have you any cameras?”

The doctor pointed to the ceiling.

“Then I need to see the tapes thanks.”

The poor doctor led him down to the security desk where the hospital was monitored twenty-four seven. The flustered guard soon found the tape and watched as it flashed forward.

“Everything looks normal to me,” the doctor muttered.

“Can you stop it?” the detective asked.

The guard did so, hitting the play button.

“He seems to be resting,” Harris noted.

A few moments later, a dark clad gent appeared and sat beside the patient.

“I certainly don’t know him,” the detective muttered.

As they watched, the individual pulled the sheets back and lifted the patient up.

“So he was taken,” the uncomfortable medic hissed.

“So much for your so-called security,” Harris said.

Moments later, they saw the figures vanish into a thick mist. The mortals were naturally dumbfounded.

“What the hell happened?” the guard asked.

“Rewind a bit,” the detective ordered.

As they watched for a second time, Harris hissed between his teeth.

“That is definitely not natural. Any ideas doctor?”

The medic shook his head.

“I have never seen anything like it.”

As they puzzled over the distorted laws of nature, another figure was wandering across the unlit hamlet, whistling to herself.

“Looks such a dingy place. How could anyone live here?”

She was tall and blonde, with slender thighs that had seen more than one partner over the centuries. On this night she was dressed in a thick Russian coat, a coat borrowed from an unfortunate party chief.

“Now where to I wonder?”

She stopped at the street corner, her powerful mind scanning the residents who lived behind closed doors.

“I certainly like the looks of her.”

Her mind saw a twenty-year-old female, who was simply lying upon her cramped bed thinking about the utter futility of life.

“I don’t regard life as futile,” Dreamer muttered. “Especially immortal life.”

She took to the air with ease, dark wings flapping her changed form toward the despairing woman. As she approached, a powerful wave of thought swamped the victim’s puny mind.

She climbed off the bed and quickly opened the dark window. As Dreamer arrived, she closed it again before turning.

“Now why this terrible depression?”

Gemma’s eyes blinked and she stepped back with shock.

“Where did you spring from?”

“You met me earlier remember?”

“Oh sorry, silly me. I did warn that my flat was a little cramped.”

Dreamer smiled pleasantly, wandering into the shoebox lounge. A small table sat in the centre, and a long sofa was pressed against the wall. Across the near side, sat a small television that had only recently been switched off.

“You don’t have many things?”

The woman blushed.

“Out of work you see. Have been for months now.”

“Perhaps I can change that for you.”

“You have a job for me?”

Dreamer took her palm, leading her onto the sofa.

“I certainly would not call it a job as such. However, your life could be transformed.”

Gemma’s eyes sparkled with glee.

“What do I need to do?”

Dreamer smiled at the eager response and began to loosen the woman’s white blouse.

“Just a little nibble first my love.”

Gemma blushed but remained calm as the garment was forced from her shoulders.

“No bra my love?”

The woman shook her head as the vampire’s mouth closed around the exposed, pink flesh.

Gemma felt herself being pushed back against the soft material as a light sting cut inside her gland. She closed her eyes as a falling sensation gripped her tightly.

“Now just relax my love and let Dreamer take care of everything.”

“Oh yes please...”

Gemma hands were taken gently and pressed against a soft pair of bazookas as a wet, but cold mouth mashed upon her own. Gemma’s lips were forced open, as arms embraced her.

A dead tongue wriggled inside her mouth as fingers moved elsewhere across the young woman’s body.

The lips moved away and Gemma moaned.

“Please don’t stop.”

“You little minx. Just rest a while as I go off to hunt eh? I shall be back, promise.”

She replaced the thick coat before melting away, her misty form appearing just outside the tall block of apartments.

“Now that my lackey is secured, perhaps I can secure myself a meal.”

She walked away toward the cinema on Muscle Street with a pleasant gate, and a mind conditioned to survive.

“Now I hope they have taxis around here.”

As she spotted the picture house, she saw a single vehicle waiting for a passenger.

“That shall do nicely.”

She dashed forward and pulled the rear door open before the driver realised that she was there.

“Where to mam?”

Dreamer thought hard and said, “Do you know where the tram tracks are?”

The driver did so, though why anyone would want to go there baffled him.

“Meeting someone are we?”

Dreamer smiled and whispered, “Oh yes indeed. Someone rather tasty.”

The car took off slowly, heading west toward the outer fringes of this helpless hamlet. As they approached the disused and rusting tracks, Dreamer tapped the glass partition.

“We seem to have arrived.”

The driver brought the taxi to a halt, checking the machine for the payment.

“That’ll be five dollars mam.”

“Would you mind if I climbed in beside you?”

The porky driver smiled to himself at the obvious suggestion.

“I’ll just open my door for you mam.”

Dreamer climbed out as the driver let her inside, fingers tearing open his trousers at once.

“You seem ready to me,” she whispered, straddling the unfortunate man.

“That’s my nickname mam,” he said, as her cold lips tickled the exposed throat.

“Oh dear, you are nude under this coat.”

Dreamer allowed his hands to wander a moment before burying her
fangs and sucking the life out of him. He did not even struggle as she sucked away, listening to the slow thud of the dying heart.
When it stopped at last, she pulled away.

“Thanks for the lift honey.”

She climbed out at once, licking the warm blood from those cold, dead lips.

“That should keep the coppers busy for weeks. Now I have to attend to Gemma. After all, we are now roommates.”

She dissolved silently as the dead eyes of the victim gazed into endless eternity.

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