Double trouble – GS.

 

The Vampire Twins – Valarie and Reece were now on the prowl.  Their hunting ground was to be the Dark Velvet club.  A night of sizzling dancing and frenzied feeding awaited them…

Scene setting – The Dark Velvet Club – Gantz Series.

Written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It hadn’t been a long walk for the twins, since both were more than capable of travelling at speed through the bustling crowds. Reece was like a ghost almost, here one moment then a blur the next as he weaved and spun his way through the groups of people. Not bothering to stop of look back for his twin. She’d follow. She had too. Reece was the kind of vampire that gave no shit about who he hurt and what he did. A disaster waiting to happen. It might bring a sense of excitement in this unpredictability, but there was always consequences for everything.

Reece’s form finally fully materialized in front of the Velvet Room. Now this was a place that he had heard of, but hadn’t been bothered enough to enter before. The roguish lad sneered as he saw the bevy of beauties and hopeful blokes that were lined up down the sidewalk. A pair of heavies were at the door, and of course they had one of those red ropes blocking off access to un-savories. Reece had a winner’s grin as he flashed his pearly whites at the muscle bound duo.

“Are you two clowns going to invite me in?” Reece’s eyes became almost hypnotic as he awaited their reply. That and his sister’s timely arrival. If he knew one thing about her, she had a way with the opposite sex that should be applauded. Reece cocked his head as he silently counted down Val’s arrival at his side.

“3…..2…..1.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  
Reece was just a bit ahead of Val; she could see his head bobbing through the crowd at speeds that might be considered a little mysterious. She didn’t mind, though. As a vampire, she was very much human in some ways. A nice stroll helped the blood in her stomach settle and while she remained full, her brother was consistently hunting for sustenance because of over-exertion. It was an interesting existence.

As Reece stopped, she could see why he had not been allowed admittance yet. Usually he’d be fully party before a bouncer even noticed he’d enetered. There stood two of the most burly men Val had ever laid eyes on; this was to be no challenge for Val, of course, and as she came up behind her brother she was completely in step with his light counting. As his seductive vocal chords pronounced their ‘1’, her heel clicked down in front of the small, intimate gathering at the door. A beautiful, teethed grin spread wide on her pale-as-the-night-moon- face as she leaned forward. One hand gently landed on the first man’s chest, her second, and right, hand reaching to caress the inside of the second man’s wrist. The smell of the club was oddly dead, but the smell of blood -however mingled- was truly delightful.

“Boys…boys…what does a girl and her handsome brother have to do to get a drink in these parts? I’d be so very distressed if you didn’t allow me entrance; won’t you please invite me to have a drink?” Val drawled, her rouge lipstick forcing her lips to continue to be together even tough her mouth was parted and showing her very pearly whites. Her deep eyes were connected with one male, the other, a deep force within them almost willing them to comply…or maybe just suggesting.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Reece could always count on Valarie to make a good first impression. Those snappy heels of her marking the time of his countdown with perfect precision. Both door men found themselves under her wicked gaze and you could practically hear their hearts beating faster. Dicks swelling inside their pants as she laid her hands on them. Speaking with a cat like grace, Reece pulled out a chupa chup and popped it in his mouth as he wiggled his brows at the two large meat heads.

“Ain’t she something?”

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The younger vampire twirled the lolly stick in his mouth, before pinching the end and letting it drag along his tongue; his body already moving in a hypnotic motion to the bass beat of the music inside. Naturally, the two bouncers lifted the rope and allowed Reece and Valarie to enter the premises without further issue. Being a cheeky twat, Reece lifted his hand to his cheek, like it was a phone – his pinky the mic and his thumb the speaker. He mouthed “Call me…” before following his older sister into the entrance of the club.

On entering the club doors, the pair were met with the dazzling strobe lights, the smell of sweat and booze along with some tacky cheap perfume. It was a hunting ground for the duo in black.

“Oh baby.” Reece swatted the ass of one of the waitresses that passed a little too close. He gave her a saucy wink, before draping his arm lazily around his sister’s shoulder. Still sucking on his hard lolly pop, he gave the stick a twirl, before taking it out and pointing to the mob gyrating on the dance floor.

“Virtual blood bags on shapely legs. Look at those pins! Fuck me, I want a threesome with those two blonde boobies.”He had already pointed out two blonde haired girls, with skirts up to their ass cheeks.

Reece took out his lolly and then tossed it into a man’s beer glass not far from where he stood.

“See anything to your….taste, Val.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val has never been turned down; it’s not in a human’s nature to say no to her. It made her wonder if humans had this same effect on people, in real life and not like in the silly films they made so many of. As her eyes adjusted to the bright flashes and her body tothe rhythmic music, Val smiled, pulling her tongue across on sharp canine and then dragging it to the other. She was bouncing on the cellular level, even her atoms were vibrating to the beat the huge bass speakers were pumping out.

You can fuck ’em all later. Have a little fun first,” Val shouted to her brother, taking his hand, lollipop still resting within, and putting his candy between her lips. After a good suck, she let the delicious treat go, with a pop. Her eyes scanned the crowd thoroughly. No one here was remotely subpar enough for her. Hot women go out to get drunk; scummy men go out to get hot women drunk in the hopes of taking them home. She wouldn’t find but a few 7-8s in this shitpile of 3s and 4s, while Reece would fuck anything, yet always managed to take home some ofthe best goodie bags.

Nah, but the night is young…” She said, slapping his ass as she walked away into the crowd to get her dance on.

Razorbackwriter:  Reece couldn’t help but enjoy how his sister played along with him so well. The teasing vixen even went as far to pinch his lolly for a good old suck, before telling him that he could fuck them all later. Valarie wanted to have some fun first. Reece’s lopsided grin showed that he was all up for whatever entertainment that she had in store, and of course, Valarie never disappointed. She gave his ass a good slap before making her way into the crowd to get her dance on.

It was like watching the parting of the red sea, the way that she was able to just have patrons move to the side to allow her easy access to the center of the dance area. Her gorgeous ass swinging back and forth like a pendulum in time to the beat. it was more than just mesmerizing. Reece had already had enough of his lolly and figured that if he couldn’t beat her, why not join her. Tearing off his jacket, he draped it over the arm of one of the waitresses and shouted at her to take it to the cloak room, as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Valarie set the bar….her dancing already quite provocative, and like a jungle cat, Reece went in after her.

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He found her easily of course, moving to be right up behind her. Anyone looking at the pair would think they were on a date, and in no way siblings. As the tempo of the music became quite sultry, Reece moved his hands to his sister’s hips and pulled her back towards him as he rolled his hips into rump. The night was indeed young, as she so skillfully put and he intended to milk it for all it was worth.

Soon many eyes were upon them, lusting…..and that was exactly how Reece liked it.

If you’re going to catch fish….you need a big net.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

It had begun. The boat was in the water, net sinkin down to the depths. As the pulsating music filled Valarie’s pierced ears, she felt the ever-familiar touch of her twins’ hands sliding from behind to rest on her pelvic bones. As his fingers dug in to pull her close, there was no protest. This dance, one so well-versed and very, very successful, was one they loved to dance. Not only because she could see the eyes in the room glazing with jealousy and maybe even a tinge of rage in the dilated oculars of the female counterparts, but because as Valarie’s behind made no attempt to rid itself of his crotch’s proximity she knew he was the only one who knew how to treat her right. He regarded her queen of the kingdom and that was something she’d never ifnd in these usless quivering fucks, drooling all over themselves at the sight of the two.

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Suddenly, like a dam breaking, the bass dropped; exploding the crowd and forcing everyone into one congealed mess on the dance floor. Thick like blood. Val spun herself, her fierce eyes searching the deeply hungry ones her brother looked back at her with, pulling his jaw into her red fingernailed hand. One last move before the dance ends. Val locked her dangrous mouth with Reece’s, pulling away only to nod and shove him backward into the crowd. Seeing that, he would have the masses after his adoration; though they wouldn’t be receiving anything but a swift fuck in the club restroom. She always gets to go home with the love. Just how she likes it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Could Valarie shake that ass or what? Reece dug his nails tight into her hip bones and surged his own forward so that the two would meet in a blistering display of vertical smexing. It was more than hot, it was enough to arouse the crowd into a feverish stupor, that only grew as the bass dropped. Throbbing, ass shaking, wild twerking. Like heathens all dancing to their golden Idol, they did so dance. With the drones, all mindless fucks that moved around the center. The circle that gave Reece and Valarie the stage. Val was the Queen Bee, the Queen of the night and she proclaimed that right to all in her sight. Not that she cared what they thought, oh no. But Reece knew this plan of attack well. Like a well choreographed routine, the two continued to sizzle, right up to that moment when everything seemed to slow to a crawl and the Queen was about to take what she considered hers. A kiss. One that was brutal in its delivery. As though she was marking her territory on Reece for all to see. The way her claws dug into his chin and drew him down to seize that kiss. Steal his breath away. The crush of her crimson lips on him, elicited a moan that came from deep down, but the moment was over before he had a chance to pull her into his arms. Instead, she flung him back into the waiting crows of adoring club goers. As if to say….“I can have him when I want.” Of course, she was right.

Reece fell back and almost stumbled but was caught by a flurry of arms. Girls practically falling over themselves to be his cushioned wall. This alone brought about a laugh from the younger Vampire. His smile only grew as he drank in his sister’s beauty. No one….no one on earth had the same power that she did. As much as Reece teased her, his true feelings were not far off the surface. He was fiercely loyal when the chips were down and all things were serious. In fact, he would take the fall for her without question. His love for her so very strong.

Other men were now fighting to be at her side. The ruckus sure to bring out the bouncers. It was almost too delicious not to watch. All hard erect jerk offs that wanted to be the one to take Valarie home. To see her react to this attention always brought about the biggest of smiles from Reece. She would never give them what they wanted. She always took the lion’s share.

By now, women were draping themselves over Reece as he kept his eyes solely on Valarie. The girls could touch all they wanted, but in his mind, it was Valarie’s hands, not theirs.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val watched their brilliant plan unfold, raising her toned arm to give a little wave to her brother as the masses threw their vaginas at him. They did so with such vigor, it was almost impressive to Valarie. So willingly they would desecrate themselves; Val did not blame them. None but she could resist Reece’s charms and incredibly attractive physique.

Val turned away from the sight then, knowing that Reece would now take care of himself. She danced violently with a male who found his way to her. As close as he was, his pulse sang louder than the music in her ears. Her mouth found his neck and she gently sucked it, not biting but pulling the blood from the vessels to create a blood-vessel abrasion. His moans delighted her, but once she’d had her fun she stepped back, claiming to need a drink. She didn’t do much of that; didn’t need to. Her high was already in effect from the twins’ earlier feeding. A water, though, found its way eventually into her possession and she stared over it at the throng of humans as she sipped.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Fire like flames erupted in the foreground, with Reece becoming the Master of the dance floor. Women in front, behind – grinding and pawing at him as he stripped off his shirt slowly. The music playing now slow, hypnotic and with a deep base line. He was the ham in the sandwich with the blonde butter babes did all they could to press their bare flesh to him. Reece bore an almost sardonic grin – his elongated fangs extended and this just made the girls all the more frenzied to be the one he would chose. But why stop at one? He groped the ass of the girl that was dancing right in front of him. His sharp nails digging deep into her round flesh. Reece’s hips gyrated and he was practically fucking her on the dance floor through her flimsy satin dress. Another girl clawed at his back, and wanted in on the action. She was kissing and nipping at his shoulder, and Reece tipped his head back, with his face turning sharply so he could lick her cheek with that long tongue of his.

Beonce’s Haunted was now playing on the loud speakers and this was the perfect track to dance to, you could say it was like Reece’s theme song. As much as he was wily and roguish, he had a very dark sadistic side, that you really needed to be afraid of.

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Was Valarie watching the show, or was she too busy helping herself to some poor sap’s arteries. Reece’s eyes flickered as they found his prize; his sister now leaning against some post and having a drink. Must have got her fill then. ~Way to go, Queenie!~ Now it was the Prince’s turn.

The music picked up pace, and this had Reece seize the girl in front’s hair with a sharp tug, and pulling her off the dance floor, he snatched the hand of the girl that had been behind him. The vampire was more than ready to enjoy the fruits that these girls were all too willing to offer to him.

Finding a darkened corner, he pushed one girl to the floor on her knees, and slowly unzipped his jeans – exposing his engorged hard on for her waiting lips. With that girl eagerly sucking him and licking at the shaft, he took the other girl and started to kiss her hungrily, while his eyes changed to a dark red. The three wreathed together, until Reece bit down on the standing girl’s neck. Her cries muffled as he curled his hand around her head, his other hand being used to push the kneeling girl on him harder to take him deep throat. It was plain to see that Reece was very good at multi-tasking.

~RB~

 

Don’t let the innocent face fool you – GS.

 

While the sibling vampires work out how to spend their eve, after feeding upon Sister Stevie, a young fellow has entered St Luke’s.  Oh he looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.  The truth was far more sinister.  With Father Thomas and his trusty sidekick going out to search for the missing nun, it was time for Manny to have some fun.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral and the Abandoned Warehouse.

Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

 

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So far, there was nobody to greet him. Whoever owned this place was an asshole, I mean he was only a Vampire. Manny made his way toward the door, which seemed to have some life in it, and Manny could smell it. While he was sure there were people in the church, he wasn’t very experienced in his abilities yet. Still, despite that, Manny was nothing to fool around with. He put on his innocent child persona, as he always did in case he could find some raw meat to sink his teeth into, worked every time. “H-Hello, is anyone here?”he called out sheepily, walking to the actual door like he was going through a bad part of town.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

As Father Tom started for the door, Rufus was one step ahead. He had been keen on Sister Stevie for some time, and as word passed around the church that she had yet to return from picking up cookies at the 7Eleven; the bell ringer went to get the Priest’s kit bag. It was a special bag that contained weapons to be used against the dark creatures of the night. Oh yes, Rufus was Father Tom’s side kick and assisted the Priest in helping hunt down the sinners that plagued the city streets. If one hair on Sister Stevie’s head had been harmed, Rufus would be her champion. Least that is how he liked to think of it. Father Thomas was the real hero….or anti hero. The Priest’s ways were not exactly orthodox. Considering himself to be a modern day Van Helsing of sorts.

The sisters busied themselves with doing the last of the packing up and cleaning the kitchen out as they waited for Sister Stevie to return. All were anxious, as she was the youngest of their sisterhood, and the most likely to come foul of whatever had caused her disappearance.

A voice however was heard at the entrance to the Cathedral, and it was asking if anyone was there.

“H-Hello, is anyone here?”

“Course there is, lad.” Father Tom said gruffly, as Rufus jogged up beside him. The bell ringer noting the small lad at the door. “You’re a bit late for bingo, Son. The nuns have packed up.”

Father Thomas rolled his eyes, but then had a thought and asked. “Have you seen a nun out on the street at all just now? We seem to be down one.” Maybe this lad had passed her by on the way across the street. If he hadn’t, that meant that the Priest and his bell ringer were going to have to go find her.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  When finished with her snack, Valarie stood gracefuly from her crouch to full height and faced her brother. Her eyes, black alike her soul, rolled back to show her attitude towards his comment. Perverted little fuck. Val ‘clomped’ her way over to him in her slightly heeled and fading black, leather boots.

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red,” she joked, trailing her nails down his arm before she took his hand. The nun was now a problem.

“What are you going to do with her? Tie her up?” Val asked, head cocked in question with her brows raised. What if by some miracle she regained her strength and escaped, only to tell of them and their nest? Valarie wasn’t that much worried about it htat she would let it ruin her and her brother’s fun night, but it was something that crossed her mind strongly enough for mention. Of course, her brother would be happy to just skip out with a stupid grin on his face, but Val knew better.

Zu:  

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“No sir, I have not. I came here to stay for a bit, I don’t know where my brother is and our house is pretty far away. I was hoping I could come in, but if I’m bothering you. I’ll try somewhere else”

The boy’s sweet and innocent voice echoed through to the group of nuns that were huddled around the table to be packed away. Sister Marjorie’s ears pricked at hearing the boy’s plight and picking up the edges of her skirt she rushed over before the Priest could get another word in. The rather large nun, or head penguin as Father Thomas liked to regard her practically bowled the two men out of the way to get right up and close to the young lad.

“Oh, you poor thing. Come…come inside and we can take care of you while Father Tom goes off looking for Sister Stevie.” Before the boy had a chance to say another word, she tried to muscle him past the Priest who was rolling his eyes at her sense of charity. She’d take anyone in, but a boy she could not resist in the slightest.

“Do you know the Lord’s prayer? I do a rather rocking version of it.”

A loud groan came from the other nun’s as they knew that Sister Marjorie was going to be bringing out her guitar and singing….again. Sister Marjorie started to do a dance for Manny and a few of the other sisters got in behind her, to help kill the time and entertain their new guest.

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With the boy out of sight in the community hall part of the church, Father Thomas grabbed his kit from Rufus and urged him to follow the Priest out into the neighborhood. The search for Sister Stevie had begun, but little did he know what….or rather who he had left behind with his nuns. If only he had been more tuned into those he let walk right under his nose.

Rufus waved to the nuns and the lad, before closing the door behind him and scooting along after Father Thomas.

“She shouldn’t be too far….I think we should try the 7/Eleven first.”

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~The Abandoned Warehouse~

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red.” So, Val was up for some fun this eve. She was certainly dressed to kill, rocking those boots of hers with all the panache and style of a well heeled girl about town. Course, Val was still worried about the nun that they had stashed in the office of the abandoned warehouse. Val would prefer that they killed rather than left one alive with the chance that she might regain her strength and make a run for it. Reece felt they had it covered. His hand taken by his dear sister, he started to swing it back and forth and gave her a cheeky, yet sinister grin. “Val, after both you and I had fed on the girl, do you really think that she is going to be in any state to do the minute mile? Think about it. She’s like half empty pop top. The girl hasn’t a hope in hell of getting the strength to move for at least two days.” This he was practically certain of. Ripping his hand away and then wiping it on his jacket as though it was infectious he gave a light shrug. “All I know, is I am horny and bored. Come on.”

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Not waiting another moment he yanked open the door to the warehouse and strutted outside.

The night was young enough for them to make a real party of it.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Manny’s plan was flowing beautifully, it worked every time. He turned around with his still-innocent face, and smiled a little grin when welcomed by his main course. He walked in with them, and said goodbye to the one that could possibly get in his way. Manny didn’t know anything about the Lord, he didn’t exist. After all, there’s no way that anyone could just be alive like Manny, that makes no sense. He watched his little happy meals dance their stupid dance, sing their dumb songs and his stomach was thinking the same thing he was; feeding time. Manny wasted no time to get to the point. “Hey, I got a game me and my brother used to play. You want to play with me?” he asked, in the most sincere way possible, that childish grin plastered on his face.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Finishing their song, the nuns were ready to head back to the nunnery, when the boy who had been their one and only spectator asked if they would be interested in a game that he and his brother liked to play. He asked if they would play it with him.

Sister Marjorie saw no harm in it. Father Thomas and Rufus had not yet returned, so they could kill the time on waiting for the return of Sister Stevie by playing along with the sweet looking little fellow.

Leaning over the boy, the nun with a more than ample bosom; smiled sweetly down at Manny.

“What game did you want to play? Hide and Seek?”

She figured that would be the sort of game one could play in a church, unless it was charades. The other nuns crowded around the boy in a circle, waiting to hear what he had to say.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val, still the slightest bit unconvinced, shrugged. It didn’t matter really. She’d never cared much before, why bother now…

“Alright, alright; you’ve won. Let’s get out of this shit-hole. I want to breathe in the night,” Val replied to him, sucking in a stagnant breath of the stale and filthy warehouse air. The nigth held possibilites Val couldn’t even imagine. Her brother and her always got in the best kinds of trouble and always came home knowing they’d satisfied themselves.

I’m horny and bored. Val shook her head and followed her brother. Always the sex addict. Her hair blew fiercely as he thrust open the heavy rusted door as the wind surged in from the pressure difference.

 

Zu:  

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“Hm, something like that. It goes a little something like this! With that, Manny chomped down on the fresh meat that was too eager to be slaughtered. Before another one could get away, he grabbed her with only one hand, by the throat, and took a bite out of her too. If they thought they could escape, they should think again. Manny would be too fast for them, should they try to leave. This was even better, as there was no interference for anyone, or anything. He went one at a time, the sounds of death-deafening screams filling his ears like music. This is what he lived for, this was his normal.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Like penguins with their feet tied together…it was hard to outrun the short stack vampire on crack. Manny had tricked the nuns into thinking that this innocent face wanted to play a children’s game. No, he wanted to commit foul murder and feed on the hapless sisters till not one was left standing. Try as they dare to find an exit, there was no outrunning Manny. He was simply too fast for them. Blood letting of the worst kind. Nun’s with great gashes out of their necks, falling like flies. Deathly screams ringing out, while the savior stared down at them from the window panes, unaware that they were all to join with him in heaven much faster than anticipated.

From the outside of the church, you could only see the shadows of running nuns and then they would fall prey to the kid like vampire.

It was like something out of a sick horror movie, and the one person that could have saved them, was out searching for Sister Stevie. What would happen on his return to find his beloved nuns eaten alive?

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The last nun fell to Manny’s brutal attack, her gurgling cries soon silenced as the look of death now stared from her face. Body after body was strewn all around the church. Helter skelter, no mercy had been shown.

 

~RB~

 

Pure Blood – GS.

 

Following on from “A Nun’s Habit”, the Nuns start to worry about Sister Stevie, unaware that she has fallen into the clutches of the Hatchett Twins.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral & the Abandoned warehouse

Co-Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

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The smell of blood had filled the air, but only those with a heightened sense, such as Manny, could feel it rush through his nostrils. “I have no idea how many are dead, or alive, but I’ll take what I can get” Manny was standing in front of the church’s gate, looking at the quiet church in front of him. His kind wasn’t too fond of churches, as they were considered holy. Of course, there wasn’t much to fear as holy men and women had no divine intervention to help them with their troubles. Manny had once prayed to God, but it feel on deaf ears; it’s why he is where he stands today, dead and hungry. Manny stepped through the gate, making his way inside. There was someone here, but not anyone he can recall.

 

Razorbackwriter: The last of the bingo prizes were being handed out to the winners that attended the Friday night bingo session with Father Thomas. The sisters were helping with the tea and coffee, after having come back late from their trip to the children’s hospital. As the last of the elderly ladies were getting their cups of tea, Sister Mary Maxine was looking anxiously out the side door. Sister Stevie, who had gotten off the bus before reaching the Cathedral had not yet appeared with the packets of cookies that she was supposed to be getting. Wringing her hands, and taking one last look out the door, she made her way over to Sister Marjorie, who was helping stack away the chairs. Sister Mary Maxine coughed slightly, with her fist up to her mouth, to get her Mother Superior’s attention.

“Sister Marjorie….I worry for Sister Stevie.”

“Why is that, Sister Mary Maxine. Is she not back yet?” Sister Marjorie was in the middle of placing up one of the last chairs, and was not looking at Sister Mary Maxine directly. “No…she has not come back.” Sister Mary Maxine was now truly worried. It had been nearly forty five minutes, and this was most unusual. The convenience store was not even a ten minute walk. Tutting under her breath, Sister Marjorie wiped her hands upon her skirt and then grimaced as she saw that many of the bingo regulars were starting to leave. “Do you think we should be worried?” Sister Mary Maxine asked. Thinking for a moment, Sister Marjorie made her suggestion. “She might have stopped to help someone in need. It’s in her nature. If she doesn’t show up by eleven o’clock, we alert Father Thomas.”

“Alert me about what, Sisters?’

Father Tom was standing right behind the two nuns, and his silent approach followed by his queries had them both jump. Sister Marjorie placed a hand to her chest. “Oh…it’s probably nothing, but Sister Stevie has not returned to the church after we dropped her off to get some cookies for the supper.”

The Priest narrowed his gaze, then glanced towards the open doorway. He could have sworn he saw a shadow move and so he excused himself from the two sisters, and started for the door.

~The Abandoned Warehouse~

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Reece was dragging the nun’s unconscious body across the litter covered floor of the warehouse, leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. Normally, Reece killed his victims outright, but for some reason he wanted this one alive. Reaching a dirty mattress in the office at the back, he lay Sister Stevie down and then reached for an old blanket to drape across her. Stepping back, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip – tilting his head as he admired her sweet face.

“You have no idea how delicious you truly are.” this was said almost in a hushed voice as he bent down to push her fringe back delicately with his slender fingers. “You’re a keeper.” Rising up again, he took two steps backwards before spinning on his heel and then gripping the broken door frame to the office. He could see his sister Valarie over in the far corner of the disused building and he sung out to her. “Right…what shall we do with the rest of the night? You wanna feed on some hapless lad, or shall we go dancing?” Reece struck a pose, like he was from some TV dance show, and let out a loud laugh. “I feel so good, I could dance till the Sun came up.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Valarie picked absentmindedly at her nails, on which there was nothing to pick-old habits die hard-, as her brother played his little game with her fresh draw. An eyeroll here and there when she glanced over. What, was he gonna marry her or something? Pushing herself off of the wall, the clicking of her boots signaled she was heading towards the room where her brother brought the human.

“Must you be so filthy, brother? There is a more…cleanly way to feed,” she uttered, disgusted by the mess. Her brother had a knack for the more violent and irrational attacks, while Valarie was more intelligent and sterile about it. She grimaced at the nun who laid still living on the only mattress in the forsaken warehouse.

“You know I don’t dance. Why is she still alive?” Valarie inquired, a brow raised in the direction of her brother as her gaze moved to him. It was unusual to say the least, but still breathing could only cause them trouble.

Razorbackwriter:  The male vampire was too caught up in his own renewed vigor and merriment to let his twin’s disgusted comments faze him. He swanned about in a circle with his arms outstretched, the nun’s blood giving him a vitality that was a joy to be savored. Valarie was the day to Reece’s night. Complete opposites in every sense of the word. Sometimes her sanitary ways were annoying. Her brother having little regard for getting messy with his kills. It was all part of what he loved about being a vampire.

“Val…I swear I am going to buy you a monogrammed bib. Heh. Either that or a six pack of straws. So what if I like to spill my food.” Reece shot across the room at speed and appeared right in Valarie’s face. The smell of Sister Stevie’s blood still ripe upon his breath. He visibly licked his lips right in front of her before winking. “You’re a kill joy.” The way he said it showed a distaste for her formality. “As for why I am keeping this one alive. Well…I’m not finished with her yet. A blood as pure as that is hard to come by in this day and age. Course…you’d know if you had a go at her yourself.”

That wasn’t really a good enough reason, but Reece never did like to have to explain himself. He thought himself the leader, not a doormat.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Valarie, eyes sharply narrowed to her brother with a fiery look that read mischief.

 

“Don’t mock me, little boy,” Val uttered, her tongue dragging her ‘l’ slowly out on her white top teeth. Her brother loved to tease her about her obsessive, compulsive tendencies. She never paid much mind to it, though, because for every flaw in her, there was an equal one in him. As he neared her face, her nostrils filled with the exoticly scintillating scent of the pure-blooded nun which she so generously allowed her brother to have first feed on. Closer and closer he got, until there was but inches between them. With the most evil smirk, one her brother was only able to gaze upon for a moment, Val took her brother’s chiseled jaw in one pale, ivory hand and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth off, leaving her tongue to trail until she stepped past him. She left him with not only a trail of blood, but of saliva up his cheekbone from his mouth towards his ear.

“Mm, I’m beginning to see now,” she spoke of the taste he bragged about, with a low chuckle as she swayed away from him towards the nun. She lifted gently the wrist of the woman and sipped generously, licking when the vein became messy. Her brother had much to learn if he intended to keep this sweet delicacy living.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was always a game of one up man ship between the twins. Valerie being the older and wiser often found herself cleaning up more than just her brother’s messy kills. Reece had a wicked glint in his eyes when Valarie told him not to mock her. Her tone having a slight drawl to it, as though to emphasize her annoyance. Reece was a shocking tease. Always daring Valarie to do what was considered unthinkable. Course, she usually brushed it off, that was until she decided to help herself to the remaining traces of blood that were on the edges of his lips. Reece let out something of a guttural groan at the touch of the tip of her tongue. The way her slender cold digits gripped the edge of his chin, almost made him feel. His jaw locked, and his elongated fangs were now on full display. But that delicious growl soon turned to a disgusted ‘gah’, when he realized she had left a trail of saliva up to his ear.

“And you call me messy.” He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his right brow arching as Valarie simply stepped past him and went to see this new virgin blood bag. Reece folded his arms, as he felt all the fun now draining away. Valarie was now having her share….and didn’t hold back, only remembering to lick the wound clean at the end. Something he hadn’t bothered to do.

 

Sauntering over to the door way of the office, Reece smacked his lips together as though he was now bored again. Truth was he loved the night life….clubs filled with fresh targets, dancing…lights..music. The empty warehouse was just a safe haven to bring kills. It was unusual for Reece to keep this one alive, but no doubt Valarie could tell why from the girl’s taste.

“So…what shall we do now, Val? Paint the town red….or go find you a nice innocent fuck?” Reece started laughing as he swiveled around to head for the door to the street. “I get to watch though.”

Reece was once again beaming. Oh how he loved to yank her chain.

~RB~