This was actually this weeks story. I waited a week before posting the first and I figured if I waited again with this one it would be behind, yada yada. In this one Marko has become repulsed by romance stories written by fan girls, so he decides to take them out one by one. LOL. My little excursion into the darker world of their lives.
Marko sat on top of one of the highest buildings in Santa Carla in his usual spot, content to stare out at the open and empty parking lot before him as he homed in on all the voices that could reach his fine tuned ears. It was a gift and yet a curse all at the same time as the boys' popularity had increased to numbers beyond his understanding. But that wasn't what bothered him the most in those quiet, off-season nights when humans were scarce. Hell he had the best seat in town for hunting right there, all he had to do was reach out and pick one of those voices in the dark calling his name. It was easy prey.
No, what bothered him was the magnitude of passion that came with those calls. These girls, and sometimes guys, were writing him into their stories in ways that no vampire should ever be, and with that came the secret, lustful wish that he would just up and appear before their eyes.
Sure it was easy game, but the resounding sound of the pathetic words put into his mouth on paper and on computer screens all over the world made the old and half digested blood in his gut threaten to come back up. It was part of the reason he had started hunting in this way. One fan girl after the other. No more mushy, sparkly romance written for this vampire.
Attraction to a human girl was not uncommon, but anything that lasted more than two weeks was a miracle and for obvious reasons. One being that humans by nature live by day and sleep by night. Two, it would almost be like having a love affair with your food; sure those oreos in the kitchen might have something of value, but no doubt eventually they would be dunked in milk and eaten alive. And three, well, he just couldn't resist tearing them apart once the heat of passion kicked in.
A quick alternative to all three reasons might have been to just turn said girl of interest, but more often than not the relationship would turn sour over time. But these fan girls were driving him mad with their needs.
After about an hour, one flicker of thought from a nearby human bounced through one ear and out the other and he knew he had a target. Shortly thereafter, he heard a soft flapping behind him that only could have been one of his brothers. The light landing and soft padding of footsteps gave Paul away instantly.
"What are you doing up here bro?" he asked, letting his hands rest lightly on his hips as he examined the barren area around them. "Scanning the globe for chics again?"
Paul wasn't into meditation to find fresh meat, instead he prefered a more direct approach and would often hop online to read some of the current fanfiction cycling through. If he found one of interest, he would simply log in and leave said author a private message, or rather, a private invite to dinner.
"You're one to talk Mr pen name of 'Don'FearTheReefer!'" Marko smarted, turning awkwardly to look up at his pack mate. "How many have you hunted that way?"
"Aw nah man, it's just a hobby. I don't take it as seriously as you do, Mr. romance flavor of the month." He cackled at his comeback and took a seat on the ledge next to his bro. "I can't help it if they adore my sex appeal, least they get it right most of the time."
Marko puckered his lips and gave him a quizzical look.
"Why you take it so personal man?" Paul asked, pulling a smoke from coat pocket. He lit it and offered it to his friend.
Marko wasn't in the mood, he had already found his flavor of the night, and she was waiting anxiously in what she thought was her safe little bedroom in front of her computer.
Paul retracted the offer and took a drag of it himself. "Besides," he continued, "Who the hell cares what they write? It almost makes it that much more fun when they discover what we're really all about."
He had a point, and come summertime when the Boardwalk flourished with out-of-towners, Marko would forget all about the girls and their painful crushes. Still…
"It's all about the game," he told him with a push to the other vampire's shoulder as he got up off the ledge, almost sending Paul straight over in the process.
"Oh hey fuck man! Watch it! I almost lost my smoke," Paul whined. "Well then, maybe you should wait and night and let your hair grow back out, then put on your old chaps and jacket before you go see this one." He laughed again. "Throw her for a real loop…least, that's what she'll be expecting."
If it was one thing Paul and the other boys' had discovered about living in this century was that almost anything went when it came to blending in, and on this night Marko had opted for short hair instead of the long curls that usually cascaded down his back. In replacement of the patchwork jacket he had put on one of his favorite South Park sweatshirts. The chaps were gone and a pair of blue Converse had replaced his ever wearing boots.
Marko gave him a wicked smile. "I like being original." And with that said, there was a quick rush of air and he was carried away by the wind into the night sky in search of his beloved meal.
The girl he hunted was not far from town this time, just inside Capitola and busy writing away on one of her stories about the Lost Boys. Marko debated as he landed with care just outside her window, how he would take this one. Would it be short and sweet and filled with gentle touches, or hard and fast so that she could hear her own bones crack against his weight? Time would tell.
He listened in on her thoughts for a moment as her fingers worked over time, pecking away at the keys of her laptop.
'Angela shivered as Marko put a hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her sweet mouth.
"I would never hurt you,"' he told her. He had never felt so strongly for a human before. "And if Paul, Dwayne, and David lay a finger on you, I'll kill them."
The girl sighed. "Oh Marko, I want us to be together always."
"And we will be," he promised her.'
Marko rolled his eyes. "You wish princess. Too bad you won't have the chance to amend your ways and write the truth after this night."
He swung himself around in order to hang, suspended from the gutter in a way that wouldn't rip it clean off the house and tapped once on the window.
As soon as he saw his fangirl look up in surprise, he let go and glided with ease to the grass below. The girl was so heavy in thought that he knew only one would suffice and soon enough, the front door of the house squeaked open.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
"Angela," Marko called out in a faint whisper. The sudden scent of fear wafted in his direction from the slight breeze causing the corners of his mouth to turn up into a sadistic smile. Slow and painful would be the demise of this one. She was short and full of curves from to many fudgesicles, with shoulder length, dark hair and a small button nose that the vampire wanted to rip straight from her face.
"What?" The girl looked around with caution, trying to squint past the porch light to see through into the shadows.
"Come here," Marko whispered again, trying to keep his laughter at bay.
"I'm not stupid, who is that? That you Josh? Well, you're not funny!"
"I would never hurt you, and if Paul, Dwayne and David try…I'll kill them," he continued to taunt.
"You asshole!" she fussed, holding her hands in fists at her sides. The long nightshirt she wore did nothing to prevent a cold chill from running down her spine. "I told you not to hack into my computer! Go home and leave me alone!"
She fumed silently for a moment with a deep frown on her face and then let her hands relax before turning to go back inside, but Marko had other plans.
"Hey Angela, you wanna come out and play?" he stepped out from behind the bushes, letting his eyes glaze over with that unforgettable red glow and gave her a toothy smile. "You know you want to."
The girl froze in her tracks and with tiny little steps turned to face him. The blood had gone from her face leaving it pale and white and the musty smell of urine was present in the spot where she stood, staring him down in disbelief.
"What's the matter?" he asked with a shrug of the shoulders as if it were all innocent. "You still want me…right?"
"You…don't…exist," she muttered, helpless and lost in the persuasion of his eyes.
The sinister laugh he let out made her jump back against the door of her house and he spotted her hands on the doorknob. "Come on babe," he pleaded, opening his arms to her as he let the rest of his face take change. "Isn't this what you want?"
"I want romance," she sobbed, unable to get the door open fast enough.
Marko was on her in a heartbeat, both arms around her in a tight embrace even as she tried to let out a scream for help. "We're not romantic," he breathed into her ear, biting down ever so slightly on the soft part of her earlobe.
"But you were human once," she implored. "You have to be, even if it's just a little. I know you!"
"Sorry babe, wrong answer, try again!" he pulled away from her ear and shoved her head to the side as he jerked forward and slammed his fangs down into the soft tissue of her neck. When the puncture wounds were definite, he lifted without drinking and watched her blood spill and run its course down onto her shirt.
A hand over her mouth kept the screams muted as he hauled her back off the porch and down across the yard while her legs reached out and kicked at nothing.
Once he was satisfied with their position behind the bushes, he forced her down on her knees before taking another sharp bite from the opposite side of her neck. Her hysterical sobbing came as no surprise as she slumped down in the grass, touching both sides where the blood seeped freely.
"I love you!" she proclaimed, half delusional.
Part of him almost did feel sorry for her. The new dramatic and heroic acts of vampires portrayed on film and tv these days sent false imagery to innocent eyes about what the monsters in the dark were all about. Still, he wasnt about to have his own testicles removed for the sake of misinformed fan girls, not to mention the fact that he was starving. Wasting all that blood would be a sin after all the effort and time he had put into finding her.
He sank down to his knees until he was eye level with her and let his face go back to its human visage before placing both hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, her lips already losing that pale pink color of life and caught the innocent blue of his eyes.
"And I love you." The sweet tone of his voice caused her to sigh as she looked at him with longing. One fast sweep of her eyelashes to bat away the tears and he pulled her in, brutally crushing her collar-bone with both hands to better reach that sweet nectar of crimson red. And when he was done with what was left of her, he closed up any and all puncture wounds with a slip of his tongue and placed her in a chair on the front porch for all to see.
"One down, hundreds to go."