A bloody shopping trip

The security guard had patrolled the store for five long years and never had to face a break in. Tonight was different though.

As he reached the front entrance, he heard the tinkle of breaking glass and drawing his weapon, dashed off to see what was up.

He was rather astonished when he saw the dark gent and his nude companion stepping through the smashed window.

“Put your hands up!”

Trayhas simply stared at the crazy mortal and shook his head.

“No point doing that. I’m long past killing.”

The guard froze as Hollandia tiptoed toward him.

“You don’t want to shoot poor old me do you?”

His gun arm shook as her breasts stopped before him.

“Just put it down and you won’t be hurt.”

The guard shook his head firmly.

“Sorry mam. I can’t do that.”

Hollandia smiled as the security light glinted from the incisors.

“What are you?”

She smashed the weapon from his grip and kicked him hard in the stomach. He smashed against the checkout area and lay still as Trayhas reached him.

“Mortals can be so foolish sometimes.”

She watched as he twisted the neck violently, a loud crack echoing across the shop floor.

“Shall we shop now?”

He nodded and led her toward the waiting clothes. When they reached the dresses, Hollandia stopped.

“Such a lot to choose from.”

“Take your pick darling, but something dark is advisable. I have my reputation to protect.”

She picked through the rack until her evil eyes fell upon a black number with golden sequins.

“What do you think of this?”

Trayhas cast his eyes over the pricy garment and pointed to the nearby changing area.

“Try it on but leave the underwear. We have no need for such things.”

She entered and soon emerged with the dress firmly in place. After doing a twirl, she took his cold hand in hers.

“Where to now?”

The dark eyes of the ancient blood drinker lit up as a thought came to mind.

“I know somewhere that provides me with hot blood.”

Hollandia smiled as he led her from the crime scene. All thoughts of her human family long gone.

They walked slowly through the sleepy hamlet until an old church came into view. His mate drew back instinctively until Trayhas pointed something out.

“It’s no longer in use my dear. That means it is no longer consecrated. It is safe for beings like ourselves.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

He entered promptly and gazed at the old and spider covered pews. Before being closed, the cross had been removed to its new location.

“I can smell you,” Trayhas announced toward the lectern.

A shadowy figure emerged slowly and Hollandia saw that it was an old priest. His vestment was as dust covered as his old church.

“What are you doing here?” the clergyman asked.

“Just looking for a bed like you,” Trayhas replied carefully.

“I used to preach her ya know.”

“How long?” Hollandia asked.

“Over twenty years,” he replied walking slowly toward them.

Trayhas watched him approach and spotted the small silver crucifix at once.

“That’s really far enough old man.”

The priest stopped and stared blankly as Trayhas gazed deeply into his eyes.

The woman watched as the object of defiance was pulled away and dropped onto the floor.

“Now that is far better,” Trayhas said reaching him at last.

His arm went around his shoulder as he was led back toward the disused font.

“Do you pray?” the old priest asked.

Trayhas shook his head.

“Can’t do that now father. Here, I think this is certainly far enough.”

He pushed the holy man onto his knees and a clenched fist smashed across his jaw. As the bone splintered, the man went down.

“Now we can feed without too much trouble,” Trayhas said kneeling at his side.

Hollandia watched as the upper vestments were torn off, before the creature sank his bloody fangs. She felt that blood passion rise and quickly joined him.

As the corpse was drained, Trayhas heard something quite unusual.

“Shush!”

Hollandia tried to pick up what he was hearing but failed miserably.

“What’s the matter?”

Trayhas scanned swiftly and heard the soft pad of bare feet.

“Someone is coming my dear. Just stay here a moment.”

He rose quickly as the stranger made his way down the long aisle.
When Trayhas came into view, he stopped sharply.

“Sorry to disturb you,” the stranger said.

Trayhas nodded at the shoeless individual and whispered, “I would rather you left quickly.”

The homeless man nodded, and padded out into the cold and the dark.

“You can come out now,” he said.

Hollandia appeared and joined him in the aisle.

“What was that all about?”

The creature shook his head.

“Just someone looking for a place to sleep. We had better be going too my dear. Sunrise is not that far off.”

When they reached the relative safety of his rundown home, he led her up those dangerous steps and into a rather amazing bedroom.

She stared at the double bed and the old furniture with surprise.

“You sleep here?”

He pointed to the Dutch windows and said, “As long as the sunlight is kept out it’s quite safe.”

He threw himself down onto the dark covers as she quickly joined him.

“You are some mystery,” she admitted as he rested his head upon his palms.

“That is the way it should be darling. Now close your eyes and join me on an excursion.

“We can share dreams?”

“Not quite that my dear. Let me call it a shared memory.”

Hollandia settled down and closed her heavy eyelids. As she did so, a new vista presented itself. One that she really did not like.

To be continued...