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The Vampire Greg (Part 1)
It was the smell that drew him up, sinking into his awareness like a sailor lost at sea, mournful, alone, desperate. They were flavours he could feel, but it took a long time for him to realise this. His body had already recognised it. It knew what he needed, and it was awake long before his mind. Sensations assaulted; first earth, then air, then cooling flesh, then the explosion of something indescribable on his tongue, a soft giving pulse under his suckling mouth.
And he was hungry, so hungry. He would never have stopped, after so long sleeping, except his food, the faceless voiceless form wrapped in his arms, entwined in his legs, sighed, and embraced him back, and as he drank, he thought he heard the wind whisper,
Thank you.
It kind of made him mad.
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"Get up. No, seriously, get the fuck up. I know you're awake. I can feel it."
Whatever Hank was lying on rattled with a brief thud of impact and Hank opened his eyes.
"Ah," he said, when he saw what it was looming over him.
"Ah?" the creature said. "That's all you've got to say?"
"Ah," Hank tried again, "I suppose my mortal soul condemned is only what I deserve?"
The creature rolled its eyes. "Fuck me," it huffed and swung away from him with a belligerent slouch to throw itself down into a nearby chair. "Great, just great. A hunter and a religious nut. Because psycho and zealot go so well together. I'm such an idiot."
"Pardon me," Hank ventured, propping himself up to his elbows.
"What?" the vampire snapped.
"I'm not a religious nut.
"Oh, so you're just a hunter. Well, that's a relief."
"And I'm not dead."
"No?" the vampire scowled. "Well fancy that."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why am I not dead?"
"Good fucking question," the vampire grated. "Because I'm an idiot."
"I… see," Hank said, even though he didn't.
"I was hungry, okay?"
"Yes," Hank agreed slowly. He had a very vague recollection of stumbling into the cemetery and collapsing on a grave, and an even hazier memory of glowing red eyes and filthy hands gently stroking his skin. "But surely that indicates I should be…not alive? Not not dead."
"Well, technically," the vampire said, looking uncomfortable, "you're neither."
"You turned me-" Hank began.
"No," the vampire sniffed. "Well, yes. But you were already half way there. I didn't really have much choice. I mean, unless you wanted to spend the rest of eternity as a shuffler. But where the fuck's the fun in that?"
"I just destroyed the Century Nest," Hank said. "You should want me dead."
The vampire shrugged. "Never liked those assholes anyway. Cliquey little pricks with their pure bloodline bullshit. Good riddance to 'em."
"I could destroy you too," Hank pointed out.
The vampire just raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, well," it said. "Lucky you're still alive to try then, ain't ya."
"I don't really want to, though," Hank sighed. "Really, I was only interested in Century."
"Then lucky for me," the vampire laughed. It had very sharp teeth, but a rather nice smile. Its hair was red and rank, its eyes glowed, and its clothes were old and filthy, but it did have a rather nice smile.
"So, I'm one now too," Hank remarked.
"Welcome to the night, blood of my blood, brood of my brood, yada yada," the vampire waved carelessly. "Sorry. I'm not really that big on formalities."
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