She was eating before I knew it, of course I tried her food, it was always flavorful. She gave me half the chicken which was juicy and had hints of garlic, salt and pepper and few other herbs that I didn’t know at time. She leaned up against the tent when she was done eating and let out a loud, rumbling belch. I laughed then she laughed. She got went back outside and came back in with her woven sleeping mat and put it down.
“You need one of these,” she said.
“I think you forget, I don’t sleep, but being comfortable is nice, what’s it made of?” I asked.
“It’s a mixture of lamb’s wool and fur from various rodents that I’ve weaved together, it took me a few weeks to make, but I’m glad I made it. I might make you one if we ever get the things we need to make it.”
“I think I will be fine until then,” I said, I walked outside for a minute to check on Sabor and grabbed a few loose sticks to burn in the fire. When I walked back in, Noemi was asleep. I picked up her sticks she had the meats on and tossed them in the fire. I sat by the fire and poked at it a few times, watching as my sticks burned.
I got lost in the coals, the bright oranges and yellows danced in my mind and for the first time in a long time, I thought of Mylicious. I wondered what he was doing and sent out thought to him and got nothing back in return. I shrugged off and poked the fire again with my stick.
I heard Sabor make a noise outside and Noemi’s horse started stomping. I felt the presence of a vampire and walked outside. The vampire was looming around the horses.
“I’d suggest you not try to bite them,” I said, and she turned around. She hissed at me, bared her teeth and curved her fingers into claws.
“Why not?” she asked and came out from the darkness and into the light was being cast out from open flap of the tents. Her clothes tattered and torn, dirt caked her, long black hair.
“Because the owners wouldn’t like it,” I said preparing myself for battle. The vampire lunged and I managed to catch her with one hand and easily grabbed her right arm with my other. I didn’t take me long to tear into her throat and rip it out. I let her blood fill my mouth and swallowed it in gulps. She screamed out and tried to fight me, but I was taking the blood from her at an exceptional rate. She quit fighting, she wasn’t dead, just too weak to fight, and I dropped her. The wound on her neck didn’t heal up, in fact it seemed to spread a little before stopping. She reached up at the wound and made a miniscule squeak of pain.
“What the hell?” I looked and Noemi standing in the entryway of the tent.
“My bloodlust can get the better of me, I’m sorry,” I said, fighting the urge to wipe the blood from lips, but it quickly absorbed in my body.
“I don’t care about that, why isn’t the wound healing?” she asked, getting down and uncomfortably close to vampire.
“I don’t know it happens, every time I bite them,” I said.
“We can use this, what if you spit on my knife? Do you think that would do it?”
“I don’t know, we can try it.”
Noemi went in the tent as the vampire, looking withered, moved slowly about, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. She reached out for me and I kicked her hand away. Noemi returned, still naked with her knife. I spit on it and she rubbed my spit in and then proceeded to slice the vampire’s face with it. She hissed as the wound spread.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Noemi said, “Well I’m going back to sleep.”
She went back in the tent and laid on her mat. I reached down and tore the head off the vampire and tossed it aside. I went in the tent and Noemi was sound asleep again, as if nothing ever happened. I on the other hand, was feeling the effects of the vampire blood. There was nothing I could do though, I was too afraid to leave Noemi by herself, so I sat there and poked at the fire, a few times I would see Noemi shiver and then I went and got a few pieces of loose wood and put on the fire, part of me wanted to lay next to her to keep her warm but I didn’t that night.
Dawn approached before I knew it, I heard the screeching of the vampire and could smell burning flesh, Noemi awoke, startled and slashing her knife through the air. I just looked at her as she stopped, put the knife down and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
“Damn that stinks,” she said, flaring her nose.
“Imagine smelling your own flesh burning away,” I said as I threw dirt on the fire.
“I couldn’t imagine,” she said and got up, finally she got dressed and I found myself staring at her once more. My eyes weren’t the only organ finding her pleasing.
“It’s horrible, let me tell you,” I said as the stench of the vampires burnt flesh lingered in my in my nose.
Noemi got her stuff out as I went and pulled the spikes out of ground, or stakes, I call them spikes. The tent collapsed on itself and
