Monday, April 11, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 47 - part 4)
I still find myself studying skills when I'm awake.
This is going to add to my water bill for the year.
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.
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.
I invited that cowboy Luke over. He's a good friend now, he should be willing to help.
"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."
"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.
It usually has a good crowd. It's also inside, I am trying to be careful about avoiding being outside during the day.
"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."
"Are you sure?"
"Please? I would so appreciate it if you would be so very kind."
"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.
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.
"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?"
"Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Hot. Do I need say more?"
"Sam," she giggled. "You are too much."
While Ripley was still protesting, I moved in for the kiss. She let me do it.
Ripley started to offer her arm.
I reached to gently stroke her cheek.
Well, I wasn't positive myself. I let the vampire instincts take control.
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.
"How was it for you, my Sweet?"
Her eyes were still half closed. "Good. I feel tired but that was, the most amazing experience."
"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.