Bitemarks 2.5

Bitemarks 2.5

Skarletta looked around David's batchelor pad. It was a single bedroom, kitchen, small lounge and bathroom in an old converted house. The only real signs of decoration were various posters, mostly in the bedroom but she paid them no mind. David stood idly by, still locked in the Thrall. Skarletta sighed to herself. She had relied so heavily on the Thrall to get others to do her bidding but it was not a simple task to maintain. It drained her and spawning David would take its toll too. She would have to feed again tonight. She looked over at her target. He was not physically strong, not that it mattered, the transformation process would improve his strength. The important part is that he would retain his knowledge and skills. She just knew that was going to come in useful. There was little point her delaying longer than necessary. She slid over to him and bent his head to one side exposing the veins on his neck. She could feel the blood screaming through his veins, begging her for release. Such a simple biological process. One of the things she had seen on the internet was a snake that injects its venom through hollow fangs. Not entirely dissimilar she thought as her own fangs slid down from their protective sheaths and punctured his skin. She took but a sip of blood through them, just for the taste, then injected him with her venom. He didn't resist, though his limbs twitched in faint struggle against the foreign substance now overwhelming his immune system. She knew exactly how much he needed and when she was done she pushed him to one side and he collapsed upon the floor, still twitching. She let him loose of the Thrall. It was done. He would be powerless for a few hours until the transformation was complete. He would need to feed then, as would she. She made her way over to his bed and flopped down onto it. She would sleep 'til then.

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Ed was awoken by the sound of his mobile phone ringing. Groggily he reached for it and answered.
"Yeah?"
"Ed, you lazy little fucker."
It was Tony, lead guitarist for Poleaxe, Ed's ex bandmate.
"Tony? What time is it?"
"1 pm you hardcore little party bastard. Musta been a good night. Now listen up, 'cos I've only got a few minutes. We've managed to snag a fucking cushty little gig. You remember when we were starting out we played that metal club down near Stanley Park?"
"Satan's Armpit?" Ed remembered it well. It had been the band's first big break.
"Yeah that's the fella. Well they're having one fucktastic New Year's Eve party and we're taking main slot! Right through the fucking countdown son! They want us to play "Atomic Bomb"."
Ed knew the song well with its catchy chorus, 'Time to explode, here comes the motherload, three two one like an atomic bomb!'. Fitting, he supposed. One of Tony's twisted creations about Nuclear War breaking out on New Year's Eve. Tony was still rambling in his ear.
"Very strict access list yeah? But I have a couple of guest passes heading your way for the gig and afterparty backstage. And Ed, I said a couple bitch, bring a friend. Don't turn up alone, eh Chuckles? I ain't taking no for an answer either before you think about pussying out. All work and no play..."
Somewhere in the background Ed faintly heard another voice.
"Tony, for fuck's sake man. We're waiting on you. This shit ain't cheap!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming Derek, keep your fucking panties on! Listen Ed, I gotta go. We've started recording the new album. It's gonna blow you to shit. We'll be doing a preview track at the gig. Don't take your eyes off the fucking postbox. Laters."
Tony hung up and Ed sunk back into his bed. This actually sounded like a welcome distraction. Once this mess was all over and everything had returned to something resembling normal... Well it would be nice to see how his bandmates were doing and nice to return to their roots in Stanley Park. But first he had a vampire to take care of. Time for him to get back to the Bureau and find out what had happened overnight.