The cheap motel room was seedy and smelled. The teenage prostitute’s face pressed against soiled, lumpy mattress. Semen stains and a million broken promises littered the small space with despair.
Her trick didn’t know her name, nor did he care. He grabbed a handful of dyed blonde hair, dark roots straining against scalp. Her neck popped, she let out a yelp. Her trick groaned and shouted a language she did not know. She opened her eyes into the nightstand mirror and saw his sparse reflection in smoky candlelight. Her trick bared his teeth and pounded her vagina with relentless vigor. He rolled her roughly over. He ejaculated thick streams of lukewarm semen onto her stomach and small breasts. A glob landed and she ran fingers through the mess. Her pimp taught her. With a coquettish little whimper, she brought the fingers to her mouth to suckle them.
When she first saw the blood, she thought he’d ripped up her insides. Like she was too dry and her trick didn’t give a shit. But, other than numb and used, her vagina felt like it always does when you fuck men for a living.
It felt unreal as her young brain sent signals across nerve-endings, through the smack haze, warning her of mortal danger. It was an ancient fear of being devoured, consumed, and no more.
Her fingers glistened thick, slow moving, saturated with blood. She gasped, seeing her trick for the first time, his teeth strong and deadly. The ancient fear took hold. How yellow his eyes. Then nothing as the vampire leaned in; tore out her throat. He shoved his face deep into the bloody maw and gorged on her sweet, young life.
And she was no more.
He pulled himself off her, feeling the rush. Fear-infused blood pulsed through him. He stood, stretched, readying to leave. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, caught a glimpse of the bible the Gideons left. The bible was a plain one, cross drawn crudely with a wide marker.
The vampire’s hands burn. He glanced down at them. They appeared as always, but the sensation persisted. He looked again, saw blood. He rubbed hands vigorously, but the blood would not come off. He went into the bathroom and turned on faucets. The vampire washed his hands soapy and entire. Only then did the blood vanish, letting him feel whole.
He left the shabby room whistling, flushed, and on top of the world.