Destruction Of The Ruthless

No one in the neighborhood knew what to make of the new family that was moving into the house across from, just moved in himself, Jerry Dandridge. They were an odd bunch to everyone that glimpsed or openly stared at them.

The girls and wife were all in matching plain white dresses, white pantie hose, and white ballet flats. The boys and husband were in matching polo shirts, khaki pants, and brown socks and loafers. The girls and wife carried the lighter of their cargo while the boys and husband carried the heavier of the cargo into their new house.

Jerry stood on his porch and watched the newest family that was moving onto his block. He could smell the silver crosses that were hidden away by their clothes. Catholics he thought before he spat at the ground in front of him in a show of defiance. He didn't want a bunch of Bible thumpers corrupting his plans with their talks of God and his Angels.

He thought he should make a few of them into vampires before shoving them into the sun as a true act of defiance to the "Lord and Savior". They'd still, probably, be going to their God but not without a little taint in their souls.

He thought he'd start off with one of the younger ones. The ones that looked like they'd belong in their Junior or Senior years of high school. Start with the boys or skip right over them, and get to the pent up sexual tension of the girls? The boys would make excellent protectors seeing as one boy had helped one of the girls pick up a box she thought she could carry.

He'd be watching them that's for sure.

I wonder if I shouldn't just kidnap them all, and let them burn with the crosses they cherished so dearly Jerry thought to himself. So many good ideas on how take out the family, and he could only choose one.

What he didn't expect was from one of the high school looking girls was to look up and catch his eyes with hers. Her eyes immediately lite up with unobtainable curiosity, but the curiosity vanished as soon as the Dad appeared. "Everything okay Catherine dear?" he asked her looking down at her with his arm around the top of her back in a semi-hug. She smiled at him and answered, "No, I think I'm just tired Daddy". "Ah, we're almost done so you can rest up soon honey" he said as he kissed the side of her head lightly and squeezed her lightly before he headed to the back of the trailer that was hitched onto the back of, Jerry guessed, his truck.

Catherine's eyes swiftly went back to him again with the same unobtainable curiosity that they had held before. Jerry couldn't make out Catherine's full figure, because of the dress, but, from what he could see, her virgin skin would feel like heaven against his own rough skin. He'd take her gently at first before he changed pace and went rough in and out of her. Let her have a little piece of heaven before he showed her what Hell really felt like as he sucked her blood from that lovely pale as porcelain neck; the skin tone seeming to be uniquely her own.

It made Jerry's fangs come out just thinking about all of the things he'd do to her broken body as he ravaged it until her heart gave out. He gave her a seductive look to see what her reaction would be. Blushing signals she's a virgin, and seductive means she is everything but innocent; the seductive look would mean there is a rebellious Hellion in her that he would just love to get to know and break the spirit of.

Just what he thought, she blushed. A good, Catholic, virgin girl just waiting for him to rip her hymen with the force his dick would be going in and out of her. The blood only drawing him into his beast that much more; making his wild side break free and want to drain her more than he'd ever possibly realize.

Jerry shifted his position slightly and that's what made him aware of the raging hard on he had gotten just thinking of her small- most likely- lithe body writhing underneath him in fear and shame as he took her for his own pleasurable gain. He'd make her wish that she had never moved into the house across from his, had never met her eyes with his, and, moreover, never moved to Nevada; so close to the City of Sin for a family of Catholics.

He went back into his house, ignoring his hard on as it would go away on its own, to grab a green apple and beer before he sat down in front of his television to watch one of those TV shows that human's like to call "train wrecks" which consisted of more drama than a whole tribe of Vampire's could cause in one millennia. He saw that "The Real Housewives of the OC" was on, and he couldn't resist watching Vicki whatever her last name is and Gretchen whatever her last name is get in a yelling match about Vicki's daughter.

He laughed a little and shook his head before he took a drink of his beer, but his mind drifted to Catherine for a few seconds, but he quickly shook his head out of his thoughts. No way was some teenager in her angst years going to make him miss his shows. No way in the whole Vampire world.

He watched as Tamra whatever her last name is got into the argument too. Apparently, Vicki was still having issues with her daughter's out-of-the-blue marriage, and isn't getting any back up from the other housewives around her.

Jerry shakes his head, "Stupid humans having to make fake drama just to get money out of it. Can't they do something more worthwhile and not so headache worthy?" he said before he changed the channel to "Family Guy" before he settled down and laughed at the fat fuck named Peter Griffin. This show amused Jerry to no end besides, of course, Robot Chicken and South Park.

He didn't know what show was his favorite so don't ask or he'll rip your head off.

His night would start shortly and he wondered if the new neighbors would be out to play or not, but, judging by their looks, they went to bed at 8pm and no later than that.

Jerry shook his head not getting some people, but, he supposed, some people were meant not to be understood.