The Late Night Horror Show by Bryan Smith

Author:Bryan Smith [Smith, Bryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Fiction
ISBN: 9781619212305
Google: t7yGqgICntgC
Amazon: 1619212307
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2013-03-05T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The fresh blood jetting into her mouth was the most divinely delicious thing she had ever tasted. She sucked at the pulsing wound with an animal ferocity she would have found appalling only hours earlier. She just couldn’t get enough blood. It sort of felt like she could never get enough. Her instincts urged her to drain the slender girl of every remaining drop in her already limp body. She knew giving in to that urge meant the girl would die, but right now she didn’t care. No. Scratch that. She did care, just not in the moralistic way she would have prior to the change. She wanted the girl to die. Wanted to feel her life slip away as she held her featherlight body easily in her arms and greedily sucked down all that wonderful blood. Oh, the blood. It was a delicacy like no other. The most wondrous thing in all of creation.

She felt a tug at her shoulder.

Victor, her vampire lover, spoke. “Kira? Release her.”

Kira hissed at him, then went back to suckling at the wound. Which, she realized with dismay, was yielding substantially less of the crimson delight than only moments ago. In fact, the flow was down to the merest trickle.

Another tug at her shoulder. “Kira. Darling. She’s dead. Let go of her.”

With great reluctance, Kira relinquished her grip on the now very still body of the girl whose life source she had consumed. She experienced a moment of emotional numbness. But it was short-lived and bore only the faintest resemblance to anything like real regret. The girl’s body hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud. She hadn’t weighed enough to make a big noise. Weighed even less now. An insight that made her giggle.

She wiped blood from her mouth with the back of a hand and turned to look at Victor. “Have them bring me another one. I’m still thirsty.”

Victor beckoned two of his black-clad security men forward with a raised hand. They instantly abandoned their positions to either side of the big drawing room’s main entrance, rushing forward to scoop up the corpse and take it away.

Kira giggled again. “Do you have, like, an official corpse disposal room?”

A corner of Victor’s mouth twitched. He looked faintly amused. “We use an incinerator.”

“Far out. And didn’t you hear me? I want another one.”

“Your hunger is nearly overpowering, I know. This is common in new vampires. But you must be careful not to overfeed.”

“Why? I’m a fucking vampire. Drinking blood is pretty much the whole job description. It’s not gonna kill me.” She frowned. “It’s not, is it? Please tell me it’s not.”

Victor shook his head. “It will not. But overfeeding so soon after the change can make you very ill. Your system is still adjusting. Still changing. Too much blood too soon will make you wish you could die.”

“What happens?”

Victor’s smile contained a hint of smugness. “Violent, uncontrollable spasms. They can go on for hours upon hours. And then, of course, there’s the explosive, seemingly endless fits of vomiting.

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