Harvey been stalking her Karla months. He had figured out that she went to sleep ten minutes before dawn every morning, she took her trash out to her bins between nine and ten and shopped at the local store down the road. This routine never changed.
But what Harvey didn't mention was that Karla was a vampire.
She fed somewhere around midnight every night, but he couldn't figure out where she went to do it. He tried to follow her, but the minute she left the house next to his he could seem to keep track of her movements. It was like she vanished into thin air.
Maybe she did, he thought as he peered out his bedroom window. He was stood with the lights off and a pair of binoculars pinned to his eye balls. He was waiting for her to return, which usually occurs at around four in the morning, just in time for the sun to start coming up.
"Gotcha," he smiled and glanced at the clock. It was quarter past four. "A little late tonight?"
Karla stumbled down the road, something was different tonight. She looked beaten up and bruised, and her tight white top was splattered with flecks of red. She fumbled for her keys in her pocket then made her way into the house. She took one last look around before shutting the door behind her.
A few lights came on, one in the living room downstairs, the other on the upstairs landing. She shut her curtains most nights but tonight they were wide open. Something was definitely wrong.
He watched her climb her stairs and head into the bedroom. She sat on the bed with her back to him, then without warning lifted her top up and tossed it across the floor. She stood up and slid her trousers down over her hips to her ankles and kicked them off.
Harvey swallowed hard. She was gorgeous, for a vampire. Her hair was long and ashen colour, her skin was marble white and her figure was so tight and toned she would give any man a raging hard on. Even her perfect white breasts just hung there as if suspended in mid air with perfect pink nipples attached to the ends of them. But that was how they sucked you in, the beauty of them. And before you knew it, your impaled on a pair of fangs.
He shook his head, clearing it of any thought of her then pressed the binoculars back to his eyes. Karla had disappeared into the shower. He let out a sigh then moved away from the window. A sharp wooden stake sat on his bedside table. Was tonight the night?
He had been contemplating for weeks about whether to sneak into her house or not and stake her through the heart. That would solve a lot of problems. Even the government had been telling people just to kill the. If they are suspected of being one of them.
Karla was one of them, he was sure of it. All he had to do was drive it through her heart and he would be a hero. Luckily nobody had any incling of who or what she was. He would get there first, it was decided.
He climbed in bed and flicked the television on. It was just a waiting game now. He would wait until she was asleep in the day, sneak in and stake her straight through the chest.
***
Morning came and went. Harvey was sitting in his living room, watching the house across the road. He twirled the stake in his hand, contemplating everything that could go wrong. What if he woke her? What if she wasn't what he knew her to be? What if he couldn't go through with it?
He shook his head and stood up. It was now or never. He had to stop thinking like it was human because she wasn't. She was a cold blooded murderer and she needed to be exterminated.
He opened the door to his house and stepped outside. A quick hop over the garden fence and he was in her backyard. Nobody noticed. The house was deadly silent and looked empty, when really he knew she was sleeping. Daylight would kill them just as much as a stake through the heart if they were caught out in it, that's what the world had been led to believe anyway.
The back side window was locked. It creaked as he tugged against it. He tried the backdoor handle, she couldn't possibly have left it open. Could she?
The handle clicked down and the door creaked open revealing the darkend house inside. A wave of cold air floated outside sending a shiver down his spine.
"Jackpot," he whispered to himself and took a step inside. Once he crossed the threshold he pulled the stake out from inside his jacket. Where would she be? The bedroom?
He passed through a neatly laid out living room with a huge television on the far wall and mDe his way up the stairs. Harvey's heart thumped hard in his chest as he ascended the stairs to the second floor. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but it had to be done.
The first room was empty, completely empty. The second was the bathroom and the room at the far end of the hall had its door almost closed over save for a tiny crack of darkness. It creaked when he gently pushed it open to reveal the master bedroom.
A four poster bed sat in the middle of the room. As Harvey moved further inside the door behind him clicked shut on its own.
Karla lay in the center of the bed with her arms.crossed over her chest and her ash coloured hair fanned out around her. She had got dressed into a black lacy corset and thong. Bit of an odd choice of clothing for sleeping alone, he thought S he crept up beside her.
With the stake raised high over his head he shook as he got ready to slam it down into her chest, that's when a cold fingers hand gripped his throat, and another hand grabbed the wood from his grip and tossed it across the room.
Hatvey stared down at Karla who was twisted and snarling in anger. She easily lifted him off the floor with one hand around his throat and stood up to stare straight into his eyes.
"You stupid human, did you think you could stake me so easily?" Her voice hissed at him causing his blood to run cold.
Harvey couldn't speak, her grip was so tight on him that he was starting to get a light headed.
"Your choking," she said with a grin. "What a shame."
She held her grip for a few seconds more then released him. Harvey toppled to the floor coughing and spluttering.
"Now," she said and began to pace up and down the room. "What to do with you?"
Harvey made a break for the door. He stumbled over his legs and nearly made it when karla seemingly telelported across the room to block his path.
"Leaving so soon?" She said. "You should know it's not polite to leave a lady without a goodbye kiss!"
"Let me go," harvey began to plead. "I wont tell anyone."
"Of course you won't tell anyone," she stepped towards him causing Harvey to recoil as if protecting himself from an impending blow to the head. "Because you are never leaving this room, not alive anyway."
Harvey shook his head. "Just let me leave. I've told people I'm here, they will come looking."
Karla let out a loud laugh and spread her mouth wide. A long set of fangs popped from her gums and she snarled at him.
"You have told nobody you're here," she hissed. "I have been watching you Harvey. I know what you do at night, I know you've seen me in the windows. Is it murder you came here for, or is it sex?"
"Neither, I just want to go home, please!" He pleaded and dropped to his knees. "Just let me go."
"Hmm," she was stood so close to harvey now that he could almost feel her cold smooth skin against his. "Your not leaving this room," she grinned and ran a hand through his hair. "Not until I have gotten exactly what I need from you."
Harvey looked up at her from his kneeling position on the floor. She was glaring down at him with a ravished expression on her face, as if she was staring at a well cooked piece of meat. Harvey realised the meat was him, and she was getting ready to devour him whole.
"What do you wamt?" He asked through dry lips. His whole throat felt like a desert.
Karla crouched down like a cat in front of him. She ran a tongue along her blood red lips moistening them. "I've seen the way you stare at me through the window every night. It's not just murder on your mind is it?"
He hesitated before shaking his head. There was no denying the truth. Watching her felt somehow erotic and tense. She was a gorgeous looking woman, despite the fangs and the blood drinking.
"I could feel your lust from across the street. It was seeping through my walls. Why do you think I've been leaving the back door open for the last few weeks?" She was staring right into his eyes now. "I was hoping you would make your way over here, under the guise of murder, when really it is your yearning for my body that attracted you here."
A lightning fast hand gripped his throat and squeezed.
"Say the truth human, or I'll snap your neck like a twig," she growled.
"Yes," he gasped through a half closed throat.
Her face spread into a grin. "I've been intrigued by you for a while. Maybe I will let you live. But first, we're going to find out whether your a lion, or a tiny little puppy! And FYI," she tightened her grip on his throat. "Puppy's get eaten!"
She released his throat with a shove, sliding him across the wooden floor back into the side of the bed. Her body flickered forwards in the blink of an eye to sit on Harveys thighs. Before he could blink her surprisingly warm lips were on his, locking him into a deep, soul shuddering kiss.
"Mmmm," she groaned his mouth and pulled away with a gasp. "I haven't engaged with a human in such a way for what feels like a millenia."
Harvey lay under her in complete shock. He couldn't believe what was happening, his attempts at murder had turned into this vampire kissing and wrapping her tongue around his.
"You are lucky," she smiled. "Our kind do not mingle with yours often. The sex is so intense sometimes the human just breaks, but I'll be gentle...I promise. Mixing food with pleasure is a speciality of mine I was prized for years ago."
She planted another quick kiss on his lips and then gave his shirt a tug. The buttons popped open scattering them all over the floor. She ran her soft, cold hands over his chest and down his stomach.
"You are above average human. Most of your kind are fat, and lazy, and not worth the air I breath," she said as she gently ran a finger over Harvey's collar bone causing him to shiver in pleasure.
"I work out," he managed to say.
"I can see," she said and in one flash she tugged at his trousers. They pulled apart with a paper ripping sound, leaving him bare legged.
