"What have we here?"
Carrington Primross holds the beautiful Sabbath Black by her milky shoulders. From a safe distance he spies upon the Ganthorian starship crippled against a ridge. His admiration noting the cattle within a glowing energy pen. He could feel the energy in the air terrorizing his hunger.
A bonfire flares around a stacked array of shipping containers. Sitting near it was Cowgirl Greta Winston and her friend Sargent Elle Franklin. Blood coursing through their veins calling out to both Vampires. Resistance difficult.
"Well done Dearest Sabbath. Mother will be pleased."
Sabbath says nothing. Her expression cold and empty. She had no concern now. She knew it was hopeless to persuade Primross from his objective. Sustenance through Mother only satisfied their hunger for only so long. They had not fed in weeks.
"Lovely ladies. Shall we go say hello?" Primross winks tipping his hat over a blood red gaze.
Leaving her side Primross defies gravity and speeds to the two women in silence. Standing behind them. He could hear their pulse like a raging river. Yet, his ego required an introduction.
"Is this not a welcomed sight? A fire to warm what ails?" He speaks loudly. Both women jumping at his unexpected entrance. To his beguiling grin he faces a poised hydraulic javelin and a Winchester rife primed to cut him down.
"Where did you come from?" Elle responds defensively.
"South Wales. Yourself?" He removes his hat bowing.
Elle eyes his pale complexion, "America. Stay right where you are."
"But of course. I mean you no harm. Merely a weary traveler in search of food and shelter." He realizes the dawn approached. He would need to move quickly.
"Spare a meal? A drink perhaps?"
Greta tosses him her canteen of filtered water. He in turn lets it hit the ground. Without glancing at it.
"Something a bit tastier perhaps?"
"Get behind me Greta." Elle warns.
"I'm good. He gets too feisty I'll unload buckshot."
"I said get behind me. Stop being a badass."
Elle touches her collar forcing Primross to admire her throat. Diamond attired he smiles.
"So very shiny."
Before him a hologram appears in the form of Jack Ramse. Primross reacts with curiosity, "Ah, illusion. I must admit respect for I too am a Magician."
Jack responds to Elle, "What's wrong Elle?"
"Intruder, Jack. Better get down here."
"Yes, Jack. Do come say hello."
Down the ramp comes Jack Ramse in his boxers followed by Sophia Ridge whom he had asked to join them from the hallway. Safer in numbers and power set. Sophia storms past Jack in her own protective matter. Her tiny microscopic friends warning her of danger.
"Sophia, wait!" Jack wasted his breath.
"Hi Stud. I'm Sophia. It's a pleasure."
Racing right up to the Vampire she stops cold hands on her hips. Chest bouncing before his eyes. Her skin unlike anything he had ever sensed. Something about her troubled him.
"The pleasure is mine. A lovely young lady indeed."
"Aww! You're going to make me blush. Welcome to our humble home." She moves closer with her arms outstretched as if awaiting a hug. He realizes her heartrate is different than everyone else and steps back.
"Forgive me. I too have my guard up."
"All good. Just being sociable. I just figured you might be lonely like I am." She coyly grins trying to coax him in.
"Lonely indeed. Another time perhaps."
Jack steps closer Glock in hand, "Who are you?"
"Carrington Primross. At your service." He bows removing his hat. Never once taking his eyes off of them.
"He's so cute." Sophia attempts to charm the fellow. Batting her eyes at Primross. As much as he desired to feed he maintained his poise. The Magician that he was swiftly pulling an array of fake flowers from beneath his cuff.
"For you." He offers Sophia.
"Back away Sophia." Jack advises.
"I don't think so Jack. I love getting flowers." She dances in step reaching out to claim the floral arrangement. The second she accepts it the flowers are withered and devoured into her palm, "Oopsie! My boys got jealous."
Primross noting her damage done steps back in favor of another candidate. His lust brewing by the moment.
"For the record." Jack points his gun, "None of us will go down easy. If you're what I think you are."
Primross lifts his palms to calm his prey, "A simple Magi I am."
"Your skin tone tells us different." Jack counters, "Sun will be up in an hour. Willing to stick around until then as a show of faith?"