Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 47 - part 4)

I might now be a vampire. However, I've found though that in many ways, it's like nothing changed. There's a rumor there are special beds for vampires and yet this one does just fine. I sleep like the dead, when I can break the habit of waking at 10 am.

I still find myself studying skills when I'm awake.

Because I need those skills. Stupid freaking shower broke and I don't have cash to spare for a repairman. Time to borrow a wrench and work on the faucet.

It took a lot of playing around but I finally stopped the annoying spray.

Then it was time to mop up the swamp the shower created.

This is going to add to my water bill for the year.

RRRrrrrr. I just finished the shower and now the sink has broken. Why does everything have to break at once. Can't a vampire cut a break around here?

Well, at least I'll know a lot more about plumbing by the end of the day.

And mopping. I hate cleaning. Really really hate it. Stupid housekeeping chores.

Why do I suddenly care about the house? Well, I hope that I can get people to come. I have a feeling they'll never come a second time if the house isn't a little tidy the first.

I had mail. Someone sent me a package of plasma fruit. I wonder who did it?

They smell good. They smell like something I can eat. But I should save them for emergencies; three in the morning, there are simply no humans awake emergencies.

Thinking about that reminded me, I am getting very thirsty again. That seems to be a major point of this vampire gig. I seem to need to feed quite frequently.

I invited that cowboy Luke over. He's a good friend now, he should be willing to help.

"Hi Luke."

"Hey Sam, how's life treating you?"

"Well," I started.

He held up his hand as he checked a new phone message. "Sorry mate, I have to go."

"Go?"

"The wife wants me to stop by the store and grab eggs and some veggies for dinner."

"Now?" I was too late and he was out the door.

Damn, I hate it when food runs away. I'll have to find someone else.

So I went out. I went back to the swimming pool.

It usually has a good crowd. It's also inside, I am trying to be careful about avoiding being outside during the day.

Then I spotted Lucille again. I so nearly had her last time. Yum, I see my dinner at last.

"Ah, my lovely friend. How are you this fine day?"

"Sam, you charmer," she gently slapped at me.

"No, you are very lovely. Don't let anyone tell a soul tell you otherwise."

"Sam?!"

"Lovely lady, I hate to ask such a thing, but may I some of your plasma?"

"Are you sure?"

"Please? I would so appreciate it if you would be so very kind."

It was with some reluctance but Lucille did offer me her arm.

"Only for you, Sam."

"Oh my sweet. I so appreciate your offer."

Success. Finally the sweet taste of success and of the very sweet taste of plasma. Lucille was a very tasty treat.

Well Mum, I'll bet you were a bit surprised by how much charm I could muster. So was I, but this is a matter of survival.

While I'm here and there are so many people, I should look for my next plasma donor. A hunt now should be very interesting.

So many of them look yummy. I can see that there is a lot of potential here.

So who is the yummiest of them all?

I heard one or two of the humans complaining in the background. They can sense a hunting vampire in their midst. They must learn to cope.

Excuse me for a moment, I'm having a bit of drool problem. Too many tasty bodies, it's all very overwhelming.

Oh, I found her.  She's the one. She is the most drool worthy of them all. Both in human looks and in her plasma content.

"Hi there gorgeous. Has anyone told you how hot you are recently?"

"Not recently, no."

"They are all slack. My name is Sam."

"My name is Ripley."

"Oh?" I raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Can I rip something off you?"

"Slow down tiger, what kind of a girl do you think I am?"

"Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Hot. Do I need say more?"

I sent Ripley thoughts of me. Followed up by as much charm as I could master.

"Oh, sweet Temptress. May I kiss you?"

"Sam," she giggled. "You are too much."

While Ripley was still protesting, I moved in for the kiss. She let me do it.

"You look so ... enticing. So very ... delicious. My sweet Ripley, may I drink the nectar from your veins."

Ripley started to offer her arm.

"No, not the arm, my Sweet. Let's try something else."

I reached to gently stroke her cheek.

She tilted her head and neck in my direction. Then she froze, not sure of what to do.

Well, I wasn't positive myself. I let the vampire instincts take control.

Nuzzling her throat was so natural. It felt so right.

Vampire instinct told me the spot. A small bite on the neck and I had a feast.

I found that drinking was easier from the neck. More blood, more easily reached and Ripley wasn't moving at all. She was content, not traumatised by the bite.

Oh yes, a very yummy feast.

"How was it for you, my Sweet?"

Her eyes were still half closed. "Good. I feel tired but that was, the most amazing experience."

"Yes?"

"Almost as good as woohoo but you can do it in public with your clothes still on."

I must remember this. Drinking from a lover is more satisfying for both of us. That might make the hunt more interesting.