Twas nestled safely, deep in the tall mountains guarded by the lush overgrowth of the evergreens Middleborough was famous for. A cozy, three bedroom cabin, quite rustic yet with all the modern amenities a home needed in this day and age. It was owned by a fairly wealthy woman, a Miss Claudia DeFeren. She was radiant, but she had peculiar habits.
A recluse she was, her presence only temporary in the quaint little town of Middleborough. She would only make a few trips during the week, either to just sit at her corner booth at the cafe, drink her hot cocoa spiced with cinammon and read a book in demure silence, or frequent the town bar, where she could be seen chatting with a langushing look in her eye towards a lovely lady, only for the two to disappear into the cold winter evening.
As such had happened last night. She managed to charm quite the beautiful but rowdy biker woman into her home for a bite to drink...and a bit of fun of course.
Never would she forget the night she spent alone with the rugged blonde, kissing her lips so tenderly and caressing her tone body with such loving arms, feeling the warmth of her heart as their bare skin touched. The excitement and the pleasure were all too much for the vampire woman that she couldn’t count how many times she blacked out from the overwhelming ecstasy in her veins.
She had bitten her, but only enough to draw a necessary amount to sate her appetite. Besides, they were both pretty rough with each other.
It was a cold and drizzly morning when she awoke, no sun to greet her, but no matter how bright the sun had shone when it crested over the eastern horizon, its white light could not penetrate the thick curtains draped over the windows of the woman's cozy abode.
For she and the sun, while beautiful in the morning, didn't really go so well together.
Even on this dreary late December morning, when a chilling rain whispered through the forest in a calming lull, the woman still preferred the company of shadows. So of course, she had not a clue as to the time of day other than her own biological clock.
She had stirred from her slumber after an hour or so, giving a stretch and a stifled yawn exposing the glinting daggers of ivory in her mouth. Her fiery red hair was a tousled mess, yet so was her bed. My, what a passionate night it was. A soft smile had graced her lips just thinking about it.
Her company for the night had gone early, as was indicated by the other side of her plush queen sized bed left empty.
There was a note left upon the nightstand, no doubt from her absent paramour. Claudia read the note, a frail smile curling her lips,
Thank you for a lovely night, hun! You're one hell of a girl, Claudia! Hope to see you again! Maybe next time I can tie you up, you kinky thing~
Love you always,
Joyce. XOXOClaudia kissed the letter with a loving sigh, folding it back up and placing it back on the night stand. She brushed her hair and dressed shortly after, descending the stairs to her living room.
The grand fireplace crackled with a soothing heat, vermilion flames undulating. Gently did the rain patter against her living room window as the woman stood there, warmly dressed in a cozy, burgundy wool sweater dress, a pair of festive winter leggings, and a grey cardigan. Her face was pressed somewhat against the cool glass, gazing out unto her lovely view of the mountains and the surrounding pines and cedars that composed the verdant forest of evergreens. Softly, snd rather bored, she sighed, taking a delicate sip of her piping hot tea from a small porcelain cup.
Looked like it was going to be another typical day, gray skies hanging over head, the temperature absolutely bone chilling as a brisk wind mournfully whistled through the warm cabin. Another day of lazing on the couch reading a book or watching television. Maybe there were some good movies on, some classics like she enjoyed back in the '30s in Munich.
What irony it was as she lounged across her couch and flipped on her television, the channel she had left it on was airing an old screening of
Nosferatu. Honestly. Her nostrils curled at the sight of the grisly ghoul gracing her tv screen. If only mortals truly knew about vampires, they wouldn't portray them as such...monstrosities. She huffed bitterly and changed the channel over to some news, her usual for the morning.
Never did she think, though, that on this paticular frosty morning, she would be met with....some very unsavory news.
"The body of a young female was discovered late last night in the small town of Middleborough. Police are still searching for suspects and are warning people not to go out late at night. The victim, identified as twenty-three year old Samantha Ginsby, was found lying face down beside the road when a trucker passed by noticing the body half buried in the snow. According to investigators, Samantha had apparently been drained of blood as was the cause of death. Similar cases have recently popped up, leading local police and other law enforcement to believe a serial killer is on the loose. Now, police are urging people to stay indoors after hours until the killer is caught. We will have more on this shocking story after the commercial break. Stay tuned."Claudia clicked the remote, a sickening twinge in her gut. This was not the workings of mere mortals, these attacks, and they were becoming more rampant by the day. The redhead...she was suspicious as to who might be orchestrating these scandalous nightly feedings.
Yes...that lovely
barmaid.
She reached for her cellphone, fliiping through the contacts hurriedly and dialed a number. Impatiently she huffed tapping her bare foot against the cool hardwood floor, muttering to herself,
~"Come on, Amy deary! Pick up! Oooh, that woman better not be behind this or all Hell is going to break loose in this podunk town!"~