The woman reappeared and gazed down upon the two severed corpses.

“Sadly for Jerrix, this unearthly timeline must be allowed to continue.”

She waived her arm once more and faded from sight as Trayhas sat bolt upright.

“Hollandia wake up!”

She did so slowly, the dark dress with those golden sequins clinging to her lithe body.

“What happened?”

“Our food did a runner. That’s what happened!”

They both stood and scanned as young Richard continued his flight towards his home, and that rather lonely ball.

“He is not that far off,” she muttered.

“We should teach him a lesson then,” he responded.

Hollandia smiled coldly.

“Like the lesson that I had planned for him?”

Trayhas smiled.

“I was dying to watch my dear.”

They took to the air as young Richard ran across a silent road in sheer terror.

He did not notice the constable, until he literally ran into him.

“Where are you running to young man?”

The young lad gazed up at him with wild eyes.

“They are after me.”

“Who is?”

Richard turned and pointed toward the now distant swing park.

“The creatures.”

The constable laughed even as the pursuers landed nearby.

“I should take you home to your parents.”

Richard froze as the two figures walked into view.

“There they are!”

The constable drew his handgun as they stopped nearby.

“Stay exactly where I can see you.”

The animals gazed at each other and the female smiled.

“As if you’re puny weapon could harm us.”

Trayhas looked on coldly as his evil bride advanced.

“If you let us have him officer, you will not be harmed.”

The cool officer fired thrice but the bullets had absolutely no effect. Hollandia shook her head sadly before smashing the clumsy weapon from his hand.

“Tut, tut...Now you are really in trouble.”

The officer swung a clenched fist but she caught it easily.

“Now is that the way to treat a lady?”

She threw him down as Trayhas grabbed the young chap.

“Let us have some sport,” he commented, dragging the lad over.

“Hollandia was now sitting upon the officer’s chest as Richard screamed at the top of his young voice.

“Let me give you some advice young man,” she whispered. “Keep it quiet and you may just escape from this horror.”

Richard nodded and kept silent as she tore the officer’s trousers off.

“As for you,” she whispered coldly. “Just say goodnight.”

She stretched down and tore out his throat whilst lapping at the fountain of life. Richard nearly fainted as the cop died before his eyes.

Hollandia looked up at the young lad. Looked up at her inhuman companion.

“Do what you like to him.”

Trayhas smiled coldly and pushed the lad toward the ground. As
Richard went down, he folded the dark cloak back exposing himself.

“Always fancied young meat.”

He knelt and pulled the lad toward him, before his razor sharp teeth ripped the cloth apart. A wet finger thrust into the exposed fundament before his eager member replaced it.

Richard screamed in absolute agony as he was sodomised, the creature thrusting against the soft globes without mercy.

When it was at last over, Hollandia left the cooling corpse and stood over the lad’s tearful face.

“Think yourself lucky young man. At least you will die with my odour across your damn lips. She grabbed his auburn hair and lifting her dress upward, thrust his face between the exposed thighs.

Richard found himself gazing upon her womanly organ. He smelt the rank odour of death and refused to cooperate.

Hollandia became rather annoyed and trapped the young head between her iron thighs.

“If you won’t pleasure me young man, then I shall still have some fun.”

She closed the flesh around him and twisted violently. A loud crack rent the air as the human neck was severed at last. Hollandia reached down and lifted it toward her waiting mouth.

As the blood poured down her waiting throat, Trayhas grabbed the head from her.

“I think that you have had quite enough for now my dear.”

He tossed the mangled piece of garbage and placed his strong arms around her shoulders.

“I think we should get back to our bed, don’t you?”

She smiled as they both transmuted, and took to the night air once again. Their departure had been noted however, by an eagle-eyed individual who had suspected the truth regarding the serial killings. His camera had flashed repeatedly, as the bats vanished amongst the dark clouds of that grim night.

Ben rushed into his editor’s office at nine the next morning with the photos clutched eagerly in his right hand.

“You won’t believe what I photographed last night.”

The editor sighed deeply as the pictures were scattered upon his desk. Casually lifting one, he peered at the crisp image.

“So it shows a couple...”

Ben drew his attention to the others.

“They left bodies behind. I’ve spent all night with our police.”

“They don’t suspect you I hope?”

Ben shook his head firmly.

“They were more eager to identify them. The culprits I mean.”

The editor scratched his head, peering at a second photo.

“This is some special effect. How did you manage it?”

“That shows them transforming. I have said all along that we have a vamp problem.”

The editor raised his rather bushy eyebrows.

“Canada has no such problem. Obviously a pair of nutcases. Did you really have to doctor the pictures?”

“I was there remember. I saw them change with my own eyes.”

Through his many years, this editor had heard many tall stories but this claim took the biscuit.

“I can’t run them Ben. The paper would become a laughing stock.”

The reporter smashed a balled fist upon the desk.

“You can’t block this. This is the scoop of the century!”

The editor looked at his lackey with sorrowful eyes.

“Perhaps you should take a rest for a while. You are showing signs of stress.”

“I’ll show you stress mate,” he replied gathering up his pictures.

As he proceeded to march out the editor called out, “Take a few days off Ben. You’ll come back almost new.”

Ben slammed the door on leaving and only stopped when he reached the busy street.

“Someone has got to believe me. The cops certainly thing something fishy is going on. I know what I’ll do. I’ll talk to father Cuthbert.”

He walked briskly across town until he spotted the Catholic chapel.

“I just hope he is not on holiday.”

When he entered the modern building, he was relieved to see the priest kneeling before the image of our Lord.

“I truly need your help father.”

The middle-aged priest crossed himself before rising to receive the anxious individual.

“What can I do for you today?”

Ben smiled and placed the photos into his warm hand.

“I need your opinion on these sir.”

The priest glanced down at the crisp images and began flicking through them slowly.

“Are these genuine?”

Ben nodded as the priest grimaced at the corpses.

“I know what those beings are father.”

The priest stopped and handed them back.

“Nosferatu my son. What do the police think?”

“That I doctored the photos of transformation, but they copied them all anyway.”

“At least the miscreants have been identified my son. Perhaps now they can be caught.”

“I damn hope so father. Do you know how to do it?”

The priest smiled and nodded toward a rear room.

“You had better follow me and see.”

When the reporter reached the room, he was astonished to see a shelf full of vampire lore.

“I am a bit of a collector you see.”

“Doesn’t the diocese mind?”

“They regard it as an odd distraction but no. Some of those volumes go back to the fourteenth century.”

“So you must believe in them, right?”

The priest nodded firmly.

“The bloodsuckers have been around since the dawn of man my son. I always thought Canada was free of them though.”

“Not anymore sir. The thing is can we destroy them?”

The priest nodded wearily and pointed to a small chipboard cupboard.

“Can you remove my tools?”

Ben opened it up and brought out the green leather bag. As the priest opened it, the reporter saw the cross, a mallet, and a sharpened piece of aspen.

“Sadly my son, this is the only way.”

Ben scratched his head trying to think.

“We still have a problem father. Trying to track them down.”

“That may be much easier than you think. The real trouble starts then.”

To be continued...