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Dwayne had prowled the boardwalk many times. It was the same shit different night. Families milling about with their screeching kids, couples acting sickeningly affectionate, and teenagers roaming about in packs; thinking nothing could hurt them and they could do as they pleased. They terrorized the tourists and acted as obnoxious as they wanted. They thought they were invincible in the seemingly docile town known as Santa Carla.
Dwayne smirked to himself. He would show them exactly how vulnerable they were. He didn't care that they were young; in fact he preferred them that way. Young blood was way better than older blood; there was always more life and vitality in younger blood. The younger the better; children were not spared from their fangs. Blood was blood and they didn't discriminate where it came from.
His thoughts turned to the newest member of the pack. The female Star was a half vampire and Dwayne didn't trust her. She had scruples about killing humans and she wouldn't survive as a full vampire if she kept that attitude up. He didn't think he could trust anyone in their nest if they had issues with their lifestyle. Still, David chose her and there was nothing Dwayne could do about it. David took his council but could not be swayed. David was confident it was only a matter of time that Star would feed and felt no need to rush things. So Dwayne minded his own business, always keeping an eye on Star and was ready to protect David if the need ever arose. There was only one way to turn a Halfling back into a human and that was to kill the Sire of the bloodline. Dwayne didn't know whose blood ran through his veins and neither did Star. She was under the assumption that it was David's and he let her think as much. This was a strategic maneuver on David's part as he didn't want to reveal they had a Sire to someone not fully initiated into the pack. The last thing Dwayne wanted was for Star to turn on them and try to kill David in an attempt to regain her humanity. He kept his distance from the half vampire and she clung to David.
Luckily tonight, David was not in the mood to nag Star about making her first kill so he let her wander the boardwalk to entertain herself. They were on the hunt for their nightly kill, all eager to feed.
Dwayne was feeling a bit peckish that night. He was hungry but wasn't sure what he wanted. He was tired of the random stoner or the stupid white trash that trolled the boardwalk. Santa Carla was always teaming with plenty to eat but he felt…bored with the menu of late. The food had taken to using way too much hair spray and perfume; it choked up his lungs to smell the sharp scent of chemicals. The food, mostly females, bathed in what they though made them smell like vanilla, sugar, or some other ungodly sweet scent; but all he could smell was the alcohol that went into making the cheap perfume. The males were not any better. They seemed to be under the impression that applying layers of deodorant was akin to taking a shower. So under all the chemicals he could smell their several days' worth of filth on them. It was very unpleasant and off putting. Humanity generally disgusted him but their blood called out to him and he could not ignore the siren song. Unfortunately for Dwayne, his pack mate Paul had adopted the current trend. It was beneficial to them as immortals to keep up with the latest styles to blend in but Dwayne wished that big teased out hair would not have become chic. He preferred his own hair natural and long, as kept by his people before he was turned. Paul liked the hair metal look and stole aerosol cans when he could. So not only did Dwayne have to put up with it at the boardwalk, he had to deal with it at their nest as well.
"I cannot fucking wait till the big hair style fucking ends."
Trends change with time and so he could wait it out. He waited out powdered wigs as well as the conservative short and neat styles of early 21st century. He enjoyed the period of loose wild hair with no products in it during the sixties and seventies. He blended in effortlessly as most people just assumed he was another hippie. Now the style called for long teased hair that was stiff and crunchy. He hated it but he told himself over and over again he could wait it out. Time was not an issue for creatures such as them.
Dwayne and his pack meandered up and down the boardwalk, perusing the nightly specials; see who they would want to eat later on. If nothing turned up then they'd comb the beach for secluded parties of underage teenagers who wanted to drink freely, hidden from prying eyes. They were especially prevalent during these last days of summer. Teenagers wanted to get their final kicks off before having to return to school.
"Hmmm I wonder if I'm in the mood for a good beach party slaughter." Dwayne thought casually to himself as if he was picking out a restaurant. "Those are always fun."
His fangs nearly descended and his face almost vamped out. He wouldn't be surprised if his eyes flared the ungodly yellow and hellfire red of his inner demon. He was hungrier than he thought. The images of ripping into tender young throats, drinking in all the vital life blood of youth. He salivated in anticipation of drinking till their hearts stopped pumping and their bodies went cold. That was the ultimate high; drinking the last bit of life before they died. It was almost as if whatever made them alive was now in him. It was complete savagery and he reveled in the kills. As an immortal predator Dwayne had long forgotten fear; but he knew the taste of it in his prey's blood. It gave the blood a more savory taste and it was why the boys always went for the kill in their true faces. Let the food see exactly what their fate was and who was killing them. Their progenitor had a more subtle way of doing things. Seducing his prey and never letting on he was more than one of them. At least that was what they had been told. Dwayne and the others, except David, had never seen nor met the one who had given them eternal life. The Sire was as mysterious as Christ himself as far as they were concerned. David the holy vessel in which The Sire spoke through. As second in command, Dwayne never questioned why he was never told whose blood ran through his veins. He was grateful for the gift and kept quiet. Paul would sometimes speak up about wondering why their maker wouldn't hunt with them but David quickly put the long haired blonde in his place. It was not for them to know and Dwayne was content with that.
The denizens of Santa Carla all flocked to the boardwalk. It was one of the only attractions in the small beach town; despite the high missing persons rate, people were still compelled to go. Dwayne didn't know if they all secretly had a death wish or were too stupid to see what was in front of them. Overall Dwayne didn't care; their lack of self-preservation was his meal ticket.
He slowly made his way to the carousel. The same chipper, repetitive, annoying music it had when he'd first seen one over a century ago. For some reason, humans were captivated by wooden animals moving about in a circle to nauseating music. Dwayne hated the ride but David always liked to check for tasty little morsels on the merry-go-round. Sometimes David was very particular about what he ate, so he liked to go over every option for the night. That meant searching all over the boardwalk, including children magnets such as the kiddie rides. It wasn't often but the carousel did manage to scrounge up delectable little treats.
Such as the raven haired female sitting in one of the chariots on the carousel. The dark haired girl wasn't bobbing up and down, so Dwayne was able to get a straight look at her. She had very delicate features and long black hair; just like his own. He wondered if she had any Mohave in her but dismissed the thoughts when he stared into her eyes. Her olive complexion had to come from some kind of Eurasian decent as her almond shaped eyes denoted. He could smell her from where he was across the ride and he inhaled her scent greedily. He took pleasure in her pure fragrance, enjoying the clean unpolluted scent of a human female. She smelled of the sun and wide open fields; a refreshing change from the sickly sweet smell of artificial flowers and baked goods. She didn't wear perfume or use scented soaps and lotions. Her smell was completely her own. Her hair wasn't ratted up or teased either. Her clean silky locks looked soft and shiny as they cascaded down her shoulders. He could scent that she had been drinking and smoking pot but it wasn't overpowering on her. She was enjoying a nice buzz, not bent on her own destruction by binging like her companion.
Dwayne sensed Paul right beside him and saw that the girl's companion was looking his blonde pack mate over. It seemed like it would be a double "date" kind of meal.
As Dwayne's eyes seared over his next meal, enjoying her natural beauty, he caught her eyes and he couldn't look away. He felt a strange connection with the girl, as some unspoken communication went on between them. Even though the ride was filled with people and noise, all he could do was focus on her. Her scent blazed with the smell of arousal as she looked him over and his hunger sparked all over again; and this time not just for blood. He her scent indicated she was untouched and it made his mouth water even more. Perhaps he would taste more than just her blood. She wouldn't be the first female he took his time with to seduce and then feed off of. Besides fear, sex was the best thing to spice the blood.
He was hungry and getting aroused. Her eyes dilated and fear spiked within her but she didn't look away. He didn't understand what he did to set her off but it was affecting his predatory instinct. He felt the urge to charge at her before she got away. He had every intention to have her tonight.
David leaned in closer to him, Dwayne never breaking his eye contact with the dark haired girl, and his leader spoke to him softly.
"See something you like?"
Dwayne was never a man of many words he simply playfully smirked and said "Yes."
He was about to move in on his prey but the girl's fear level peaked into a full panic and her scent gave off a bit of an acidic orange smell. She was very scared and she took off suddenly.
Dwayne's interest was even further piqued because it seemed she knew what they were and his intentions. It wasn't impossible as there were a few humans who knew of their kind but Dwayne had his doubts. If she knew what they were, why was she aroused by him? Why didn't she run in the first place? Her friend looked very surprised by her dark haired friend's sudden escape and seemed unwilling to leave. The mystery girl was stronger than she looked and didn't let her friend slow her down or stay behind. They were off the merry-go-round quickly and caused a bit of commotion. Paul was as disappointed as was Dwayne but it didn't matter. The girls couldn't go far and there were plenty of other meals to choose from on the boardwalk.
He didn't want another meal though. The girl was intriguing and it had been a long time since anyone had fascinated Dwayne. He had made up his mind to look further into this puzzling girl.
The two friends had run their way down the boardwalk as far away as they could possibly go without leaving it. The boys easily caught with them due to their inhumane speed. They cloaked themselves in the darkness to remain unseen.
The blonde was very confused and a bit angry at her raven haired friend. The girl for her part, he learned her name was Delilah, seemed to be just as confused. She didn't tell her friend why she had run. Dwayne got the sense that Delilah genuinely didn't know why she ran. Her blood was pumping from the alarm and exertion of running away. Dwayne was so tempted to pick her up now and spill her blood but something stopped him besides the fact they were in too public of a place. He wanted to observe her more and find out more about her.
Dwayne could easily hear their conversation as if he was right next to him and the more and more he studied Delilah, the more he was captivated. The girl was clearly not a hunter. She didn't look like she could kill a fly much less a vampire. She didn't have the stance of a fighter. She merely seemed as if she was running away from danger. It was apparent to him that while she didn't know what he was, she instinctively ran away from a threat. It was very unique among her kind to realize when she was in danger and to run away from it. There was also the unidentifiable connection he felt with her. She was different. He didn't know how or why she was different but every instinct he had told him she was. That made him cautious and willing to be patient before going in for the kill.
David smiled to himself at the intense look Dwayne was giving his next meal. It wasn't very often that his second in command ever asked for anything so he was happy to oblige this stake out. The two girls looked appetizing and it wasn't like they had anything better to do on the boardwalk that night. David himself was as bored of the local fare as Dwayne was, so a change of pace was quite welcomed.
David also studied Delilah. Not with the fascination or intensity of Dwayne but he too was curious about the skittish girl. She was not like the other head banger females that swarmed the boardwalk. From her expensive clothes it was apparent to him she was not from Santa Carla; probably the more affluent suburbs such as Buena Flores or San Dorado. He could also smell her natural scent, a mix of fresh cut grass and open air, which also appealed to David. He would let his second in command have her though. He was a fair and strong leader. Dwayne saw her first and basically called dibs.
He sensed hostility flare in Dwayne and saw the reason for it. While Delilah had dragged her friend, Val he learned from the girl's conversation, away from the boys in a real hurry; the girl allowed two no-neck wannabe body builders hang all over them. Dwayne was not happy about this but his cool stoic facade never wavered. The dark haired vampire gave off the vibe that he was ready to pounce on the whole group and tear them limb from limb. David would normally encourage this behavior, even join in, but it was way too crowded for that. They couldn't even fly over them and pick them up; way too many witnesses. Still, Dwayne was second in command for a reason. While tense and eager, he never showed any signs of losing control. So they waited and watched the four teenagers at a safe distance, waiting for their chance to strike.
Annoyingly, the quad of youth bumbled up and down the boardwalk for what seemed an eternity. The blonde and two males getting more and more hammered as the night went on. Delilah looked as if she was trying to do the same but eventually turned down all forms of drugs and alcohol. She kept looking around as if she could sense they were watching her. David was curious about this as he has never come across a human that could sense their presence, at least not to this extent. Everyone had an innate sense of when a predator is around but humans evolved to be at the top of the food chain, or so they thought, and had more or less lost the ability to sense predators.
Delilah was proving to have a very good sense of when she was in danger. It was clear that she wasn't comfortable with the two males. David didn't blame her as he could smell the aggression and anger off of them. While shitfaced, they did expect to score that night and he could tell that they wouldn't take no for an answer. He has seen assholes like that his entire existence. Males who thought they had a right to any female that presented themselves. Even as an unsympathetic killer who didn't discriminate based on age or gender, David knew how to court a female properly. He never felt the need to force himself onto a female to show his sexual dominance. He looked on to see how this would all play out.
David's prediction turned out to be true because the males had led them to an abandoned part of the boardwalk and into an alley way. The two males either weren't that shitfaced or were just used to cornering girls into secluded areas where no one would hear them scream.
Val had tried to fight off her attacker but she was very inebriated and the male was much stronger than her.
Delilah had watched in horror as her friend was being raped and she knew she was about to suffer the same fate.
Dwayne was ready to take action because the male who would soil his meal, and if anyone was going to do that it would be him, but then something interesting happened.
The small girl took a random wooden plank she found on the ground and beat the hell out of her attacker. Like really beat the hell out of him. All the boys, even Marko and Paul who weren't paying that much attention but tagging along because a pack sticks together, were floored by the turn of events.
David was doubly impressed because at his age and everything he's seen, being surprised was a very rare occurrence for him.
Dwayne was memorized by Delilah. The demure girl had turned into a tiger when threatened and she could take care of herself. The heady smell of spilt blood invaded his nostrils. He remembered how hungry he was and he vamped out but stayed where he was. He was too enthralled with the girl. It wasn't just the violence and blood that aroused him. It was the look on her face: pure elation. She wasn't just defending herself. She was enjoying the kill. Perhaps that was the kinship that he felt with her on the carousel. Deep down she was a killer, just like him.
Delilah had snapped out of her rage long enough to see that her friend was in danger. She dropped the wooden plank and picked up a glass bottle. She broke it again the wall, the sharp breaking of glass was music to his ears because Dwayne knew there was more bloodshed to be had at the hands of the small girl.
He was not disappointed when she went straight for the throat. A real killer move, figuratively and literally. She killed the asshole with just as much intensity as the first one. She could not be stopped and all the boys looked on in approval. The girl was a slayer at her core. She couldn't hide it from her face or her smell. They could scent the adrenaline seeping out of every pore, the euphoria that shone on her face. The only thing that stopped her was her friend. Even then, Delilah took a moment to appreciate her fine work and revel in the bloodshed.
After a few moments of contemplation, Delilah seemed to have made up her mind of what to do. She had surveyed the damage and calculated her next move. It showed that she was not sorry for what she did. She not only enjoyed it in the moment but she was not about to go crawl into a ball in a fit of guilt. She pragmatically decided to skip out and avoid detection.
But she did not go without taking two trophies and Dwayne smiled at the compulsion because he was prone to doing the same. The jacket he wore was not one he bought himself.
The two girls quickly made their getaway and the boys let them.
Dwayne didn't have it in him to kill a fellow killer. He also wanted to get a closer look at Delilah's handy work.
When the girls were out of sight the boys swooped in on the scene.
David couldn't help but whistle his appreciation for good bloodshed. The guy was little more than steak tar tar when Delilah was through with him. There wasn't even enough blood for them to scavenge; it was all on the alley floor, reflecting the dim lights of the boardwalk; the pools of blood becoming crimson mirrors. While they all were admiring the savagely torn up Guido, Dwayne heard a faint sound he was sure he wouldn't hear. A soft wet nasally breath coming from the first guy Delilah ravaged.
"Wow, the asshole is still alive. Delilah wasn't as thorough as she thought." Dwayne thought to himself. He didn't give too much criticism though; it was her first time and all. Can't expect her to be perfect but damn was this a good first try.
The others heard the beaten male as well and gathered around him. Delilah had made quick work of this male as well. His occipital lobe was fractured and almost concaved. They could see bits and pieces of his bone sticking out of the red gooey mess. There wasn't nearly as much blood but since it was a head wound there was plenty of it. Dwayne could see why Delilah thought she killed him. And in most cases she would be right but sometimes there was always the few jerkoffs that refused to die.
His intended meal was gone but this guy would be a nice consolation prize. He quickly looked to his leader, asking David silently for permission to eat. Normally the alpha always ate first but David was never one for strict formalities. David gave a small nod for approval and Dwayne vamped out and feasted on the male.
The meat head was had a bitter aftertaste but it was blood all the same. He imagined Delilah would be much much sweeter. At the thought of the pretty female killer, Dwayne bit down even harder till there wasn't anything left.
The lifeblood coursed through Dwayne's veins and gave him a renewed sense of energy. It wasn't nearly enough to slate all his hunger but it would do for now.
The boys had easily picked up the bodies and disposed of them out to sea. It was an easy feat given their strength and ability to fly. They admired Delilah for defending herself and giving such an awesome display. It would be a shame if she got caught and locked away forever because two losers didn't know the meaning of "no."
As Dwayne dumped the body of the broken male he smiled widely.
He really hoped Delilah would be back.
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