A VAMPIRE ELOIM STORY. The Demon, The Witch and a Teenage Vampire The vampire Eloim book 3 part 5.

The youth turned and started to run, a feat he found difficult with his trousers so low and the belt below his buttocks. Tripping over, he desperately tried to pull up his trousers before jumping back up. Holding them in place with both hands, he set off a second time at a faster pace. Lynne rolled her shoulders then opened her mouth wide and wiggled her jaw left and right. Finally ready, she gave a grin and then set off after him. Within an instant she caught up and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Swinging him around, he flew through the air to crash into a tree some six feet away. Lynne approached him and dragged him to his feet, the dazed youth stood helpless. Blood flowed from his broken nose, setting her senses alive, the smell of fresh blood mixed with the less pleasant stink of his sweat.
“I hate junk food,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Have you never heard of soap and deodorant?”
The youth managed to focus and looked in fear at his would be victim. After a moment, his eyes crossed and he slumped to the ground in a faint. Reaching into her bag, Lynne pulled out a small tube of sanitising gel and a packet of antiseptic hand wipes. Kneeling down over the unconscious youth, she pulled back the hood and squeezed some clear gel from the tube onto his neck. Taking out a wipe, she began to swab the area to ensure it was totally clean.
“Damn, you’re bound to be covered in germs, you disgusting creature, and I bet your blood is just as nasty,” Lynne said to the unconscious youth.
Then she inspected the neck area that she had cleaned. Finally happy, she dragged his body forward and bit down onto the neck, drinking deeply. Finally pulling back, she let his body drop and pulled another wipe from the packet. She dabbed her face to clean any blood from it before she deposited both wipes inside a small clear plastic bag. Squeezing out some more gel onto her hands, she began to rub them together as she looked down at the dead youth.
“Do you realise the trouble you’ve put me through, making me eat like this? The germs I could catch out here, drinking blood from someone who hasn’t been detoxed for a week in advance.”
She placed everything back in her bag, and then withdrew a large knife. She continued to talk to the youth in a stern voice.
“And now I’m going to have to slash up your neck and make you look like a crime victim which is sure to expose me to even more germs. All because of you, you put me at risk of germs infecting me, and for what?” She slashed down with the large knife, destroying any signs of the fang punctures. “Inconsiderate, that’s what you kids are today, always going on about how bad you have it. You should have been young when I was your age, black death everywhere you turn, bodies piling up in the street and no sanitising gel, now that was hard. Germs were everywhere and you had no way to stay clean. It’s a wonder I didn’t die of some horrid infection.” With that, she stood up and without a backwards glance, continued on her journey home.

Lynne quickly reached the house where she lived; it was a nondescript house in a street like any other in the city. Unlocking the front door, she walked in and carefully locked and bolted it behind her. She hung her keys on a key holder on the wall and pressed the button on a hand sanitizer dispenser beside it to cleanse her hands. She turned back to the door and tried the handle, checking it was locked, repeating the action eight times. Removing her boots, she placed them carefully next to the door and then undressed. She placed her clothes in a neat pile before reaching for a thick white bath robe. Then she went into a utility room to the left of the door and put the clothes in a washing machine and started it going before returning to the hall and again wiping her hands with gel. The house was kept immaculately clean and was decorated in the latest minimalist style. Walking through to the kitchen, she opened a door to a walk in larder and looked at the naked man hanging by his handcuffed wrists from a hook in the ceiling.
“Sorry love, I ate on the way home, you don’t mind if we skip tonight do you?” she asked pleasantly. The man’s eyes bulged but the gag in his mouth prevented him from responding. She smiled at him before closing the door. Then she walked through to her living room and pressed the button on her answer machine.

To be continued.