Naked Came the Vampire (Hypernaturals 1)

Arnold Hears a ... Who?

Arnold did not have the young woman who liked to be abused on his schedule for the evening. That is tomorrow night. You could set your watch by her arrivals to be treated like yesterdays garbage.

In early December it is full dark at around six. Arnold usually arrives home after six, so he would be getting here in the dark. The three of us lived up to our billing as creatures of the night. Sort of. We hid in shadows of the shrubs, still as statues. No talking. No whispering. Nothing. Waiting.

When Arnold Romney arrived, he parked in the driveway. He demonstrated the paranoia Helen observed when looked up and down the street. He must be thinking about a cop stakeout not Vampire ambush. Seeing nothing he went up to the porch. The porch light is off. As soon as the front door was open, Helen came in behind him, shoved, and sent Arnold sprawling. Jessica and I quickly followed, and I closed the door quietly behind us.

I turned to see Arnold being dragged into the living area at the back of the house by both women. With his pants hiked up by being dragged, I could see a gun holster on his ankle, but his arms are pinned by Vampires. He is not going anywhere.

"What the hell! Who are you people... wait... It's you!" He faced me as he was dragged, struggling futilely. Hatred flooded his voice as he recognized me. "You!" He growled, a trapped animal.

"Hi, Arnold!" I said cheerfully and gave him a jaunty wave. He arched his back, pulling with all his bulky might. He might as well have been laying there amicably. While arched he looked up the length of his arms at Helen, and then at Jessica.

When he saw Jessica he added, in more surprise and perhaps some terror than any hatred "And you!". It was shrill.

Jessica smiled pleasantly down at him. "Good evening Arnold" she greeted in a low voice that might have been a little sexy in other circumstances.

Once we reached the living room, the two women held him upright, a few inches off the ground while I patted him down. We all wore surgical gloves. I pulled two guns off him, which I carefully set on the pass-through. His eyes followed the weapons with great longing.

I went back to the suspended, murderous pain-in-my-ass and rolled up his sleeves on his shirt, the women changing their holds as needed but never letting Arnold have an inch of free movement. An impressive display of their effortless power.

"Why are you doing that?" He screamed at me, and then without a pause to Helen he shrilled "How are you so strong!?!". He struggled uselessly, kicking his feet about.

Helen looked across Arnold at Jessica. "Let's get this over with."

Each had one hand in his armpit, and the other on a wrist. They held him off the floor as if he weighed nothing. He tilted towards the shorter Helen slightly, His feet milling frantically. The women ran out their fangs, and each bit him in the crook of the arm.

Arnold nearly screamed. "What are you doing!" He panicked and milled. I'll give him credit: He is about as scared as anyone I have ever seen, but he did not wet himself.

Helen and Jessica kept their mouths on him for a while, working their jaws as they flexed internal muscles and injected the 'Juice'. Arnold relaxed in their grip, and his head lolled to one side, and sort of stupid grin appeared on his face.

Helen pulled back and retracted fangs. "I have exhausted my supply". Jessica did the same. "I'm dry too" She rubbed at her mouth and looked sour. Helen said in disgust "This is the worst tasting man I have ever placed into my mouth in all my years."

"See? See what I meant?!" Jessica exclaimed. They set him back on the floor where he stood wavering. Each kept a hand on him.

Helen nodded her comprehension "I have never tasted anything or anyone like that. There is something very wrong with this man. Stay right there Arnold. Be a good boy."