Fangs
By A.J. Brown
A small town is faced with a threat that only one man knows how to take on


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Greg was walking back on the country road at a little after 2 a.m., drunk, and
as frustrated as ever. He was going to be turning 30 years old in a little
over three months and he was single as could be. Most of his friends were
either married or getting to that point but he was still single.

He didn't understand why he couldn't meet any women. He was a good looking guy
with a good career. But women just didn't seem interested when he tried to get
close to them. What made women choose other men and not him? While his friends
were warm and in bed with their women, he was walking alone on a dark road.

He had been looking at the road thinking about the misery his life had become
so he was startled when he looked up and he saw a figure ahead walking towards
him. His initial reaction was that he should run as he didn't think anyone
else out this late could be up to any good.

He relaxed a little bit when he saw that it was a woman that was walking
towards him, one that looked to be his age. She wore a long black dress with
thin shoulder straps that really showed off her shoulders. His initial thought
was that this was a sexy woman though he understood that his drunkenness and
loneliness may have played a part in that thought process.

And as he looked at her more, that made sense. She had very long black hair,
not just dark, but literally black. What was odd to him was that the color
looked natural and he didn't think he had ever seen natural hair so black
before. The moon shining down on it really showed how black it was.

But her skin was extremely pale, almost white, and he did not like the
combination of the black hair and pale skin. He looked and her hands and her
fingernails looked much longer than he would have liked. The dress completely
covered her legs but he could see that she had black sandals on, thin ones,
that didn't cover much of her pale feet. Unlike her fingernails, her toenails
were well trimmed, painted a black that was as black as her hair. He didn't
know what she was doing out but he wasn't in the mood for company. He was
going to walk by her without acknowledging her but she spoke.

"You're frustrated," she said. Her voice was sexy - well maybe sexy wasn't the
word. But something about it sucked him in - and he looked her right in the
eyes. She smiled. "You have every right to be frustrated."

He was looking into her eyes as she spoke and as he kept eye-contact with her
it started to sink in that she was beautiful. The black hair went with the
pale skin much better than he realized but it was her eyes - they were the
most beautiful eyes he had ever seen on a woman. He didn't want to look away.

"Trying to meet women is frustrating, is it not?" she said. "None of them
understand. You do your best and it feels like you are just distancing
yourself further. My name is Shanley and I understand."

He briefly looked away from her eyes and noticed that she had bright red
lipstick on. But looking closer it looked like it was not lipstick that she
had on and that her lips were just extremely red, far redder than he had ever
seen naturally on another person. He looked back into her eyes and noticed
that her pupils were black - also far blacker than he had ever seen on another
person. Yet he couldn't look away. She was so beautiful. And she understood
him. That was part of what made her so beautiful to him.

"Exactly," he said, feeling like he was almost in a trance but really starting
to like the feeling so much that he was fine with that. She gave him a smile
that suggested she cared about him more than anyone else in the world did.

"You've been waiting for your break," she said as she slowly moved closer to
him. "That one day where a woman just sees you and instantly falls in love
with you for who you are. You deserve that. A fine guy like you who has faced
so much rejection. Well your break comes today."

The two of them still looking each other directly in the eyes with Greg seeing
just how black and beautiful her eyes were, she walked towards him with her
arms out like she was going to embrace him. He had been, in fact, waiting for
that day where when he wouldn't have to go through all of the trouble on
trying to have to go out and try to sell women on why he was the one they
should be with as opposed to the numerous other guys out there. He hadn't
expected it to be this simple, but why shouldn't have been? She was damn right
that he deserved a break.

So he held out his arms to embrace her as well, feeling completely confident
as he looked into her eyes that he was in love with this woman whose black
hair, white skin, and red lips made her so beautiful. When she got her hands
on his shoulders, opened her mouth wide, and he saw those two fangs in her
mouth it didn't even scare him. He still felt good that this was the right
thing for him, right before she dug those fangs into his neck.

It was a little more than 18 hours later when Kayla was going for a late night
run on a nearby country road. Her mother always warned her about going out
running in the dark that late by herself by Kayla was 28-years-old now and she
could make her own decisions. She carried mace with her and though she wasn't
a big woman by any stretch of the imagination, she was in good shape from
running and she felt confident she could do enough to fend off an attacker and
then run away. This was a small town anyway and she didn't know if there was a
single man in town that she didn't know or at least wouldn't be able to
describe enough to have someone know who it was and lock the guy up.

So the road was dark and she ran not thinking anything about it like she
always did. She wore reflective clothing to keep herself safe from cars.
Normally she wore a headlight flashlight though she left that at home tonight.
She liked the peacefulness of running late at night by herself.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt something awful - like there was evil
in the air. She knew that was ridiculous and she figured that she must be
having a panic attack. She had never had a panic attack before and didn't
understand them but she thought that was what she had to be experiencing and
it was not pleasant.

She couldn't pinpoint what it was but she just felt like all of her
surroundings were very bad at that something awful was moments away from
happening. This feeling caused her to slow her pace down until she was
walking. The bad feeling did not get better, in fact it got worse as she
walked, and she wished she could just be back at home.

Kayla had been so caught up in the fear in her own mind that she was caught by
surprise when she saw that a woman was sitting on a bench that she had
approached with her legs stretched out. The fear was still there but at least
seeing that she was not alone eased her worries a little bit, especially
seeing how casually that woman was sitting there.

The woman wore a long black dress, had black hair, very red lips, and her skin
was extremely pale. Kayla was quite fair-skinned herself - she didn't like the
fact that she wasn't able to tan and that part of what guys judged
attractiveness on was how tan a woman was. But she thought that was silly and
she wasn't going to risk skin cancer just to possibly make herself a bit more
attractive. She'd rather run and get healthy at the same time.

But this woman's skin was extremely pale, almost white, and it made Kayla want
to tell this stranger to go hit the tanning booth or at least spend a bit more
time in the sun. She looked down her dress again and saw that her feet were
bare, resting right on the bench. Her feet were very pale, just like the rest
of her skin, so the black toenail polish that she had on really stuck out.

One thing that Kayla did not like looking at was bare feet. She didn't like
looking at her own feet which were rugged and often had blisters on them from
running but she did not like looking at anyone else's feet either. Even on the
warmest days in the summertime she would wear sneakers and socks. She was glad
that it was now October as women were now wearing boots and shoes as opposed
to just sandals and flips flops in the summer when Kayla felt like everywhere
she looked, she was looking at feet.

But here this woman was, barefoot on the bench, on this cool October night. In
addition to sticking out because of how white they were, the woman had bigger
feet, probably a size 9. She had quite the arches on her feet and Kayla could
see the wrinkles in her soles as she wiggled her toes.

No longer wanting to look at her feet, Kayla moved her eyes up the black dress
of the woman and back up to her face. Her lips were so incredibly red and
although it didn't look like she was wearing lipstick, Kayla thought she had
to be. Kayla thought that this woman very well could be a prostitute - what
other kind of woman would be sitting on a bench by herself after eleven at
night with bare feet and red lipstick on. Kayla had never seen a hooker in
this small town before but she knew guys had met up with them before so she
figured they had to be somewhere. She supposed that bench had to be as good a
place as any or a hooker to sit and wait for customers as there was a bar
somewhat nearby and some of the drunken guys leaving would be driving down
that road soon enough. Kayla also thought about how the town was small enough
that this woman would have about the same chance as a cop driving by that
would want to know what she was doing, as a potential customer, but she didn't
think that prostitutes were that bright anyway.

"Looks like you and I are the only ones out appreciating what a beautiful
night this is," the woman said to Kayla.

There was something about her voice that sucked Kayla right in and she looked
into her eyes. The woman had black eyes - not dark brown but black. Kayla
wasn't sure she had seen black eyes like that before. But something about the
way they were making eye-contact and just the warm, friendly voice of the
woman immediately made Kayla think that this was a friend.

"Yeah," Kayla said back. "You look like you're comfortably enjoying it."

"Ha-ha-ha," the woman laughed, like she really, truly appreciated what Kayla
had said. "Yes, I most certainly am. I had a feeling I'd meet a friend like
you out tonight. My name is Shanley."

"I'm Kayla." Kayla considered moving forward to shake the woman's hand. She
hesitated when she noticed the woman had fingernails that were quite long.
Wanting to look away from those nails so she looked back into Shanley's black
eyes. She thought she could actually feel their eyes lock when the two made
eye-contact again.

"I noticed you were looking at my feet when you first saw me," Shanley said.
"Do you like my feet?"

Kayla moved her eyes away from Shanley's and looked back and her pale feet.
Her feet looked exactly the same as they did when Kayla first looked at them -
big and pale with wrinkles and those arches - but she surprisingly found
herself aroused. She didn't know why she was suddenly feeling so turned-on but
it was hitting her quick.

She looked at Shanley's feet and there was just so much to them. They looked
strong and dominant because of their size, yet the wrinkles, arches, and
toenail polish on them still made them look soft and girly. Shanley wiggled
her toes around some more and it felt like she was sucking Kayla in with them
to make her want to get closer.

"Go ahead," Shanley said with a smile, that voice that made Kayla think
whatever she was saying was the right think. "Do you want to kiss them? Lick
them? Suck them?"

Kayla looked at the wrinkles in Shanley's soles as she wiggled her toes some
more and she was really getting turned on. Maybe she really did like female
feet all along and her thinking that she didn't like them was just hiding her
shame about it. The thought of going over there and experiencing those feet
really excited her.

"Come on," Shanley said and the way she said it, Kayla wouldn't have been
surprised if Shanley was now reading her mind. "Come have a taste."

Kayla looked at Shanley's feet a bit longer before she looked into her eyes
and knew that it was the right thing to do. She walked forward and kneeled at
the bench, right at Shanley's bare feet. She felt like she was her bitch at
that moment but if she was going to be a bitch she wanted to be Shanley's. She
looked up at Shanley who gave her a nod to proceed.

Kayla moved her face in and gave the sexy arches of Shanley's feet each a big,
wet kiss. It felt so right and she stuck out her tongue, running it right up
Shanley's sole, and all the way up her big toe. It was such an enjoyable
experience and Kayla proceeded to start sucking on Shanley's toes. When Kayla
looked up and saw Shanley's fangs as she leaned towards her with her mouth
wide open, it was too late for her to do anything about it.

"You people are so stupid!" Shanley said with amusement, right before she dug
her fangs right into Kayla's neck.

Marvin was in his 2nd floor bedroom and he was prepared. People in town were
dying while other people were disappearing. The most recent one was his friend
Kayla, the girl only a few months younger than he was, who he had known for
years. He was sad about Kayla's death but not nearly as much as he would have
been under normal circumstances. He was now more just afraid for his own
safety and that of everyone in the town.

It was pretty obvious to Marvin what was going on although the people were too
naive to realize it, or at least admit it to themselves. It was clearly
vampires, but everyone was told that there was no such thing as vampires. So
they refused to believe it. They came up with every other theory they could
possibly think of. Terrorists, a strange disease, whatever they could reason
in their own minds, even though it made no sense. People were dying and
disappearing at night, sometimes they were found with wounds to their neck,
and even the bodies were disappearing sometimes after the fact. Everyone else
could keep preparing themselves for the wrong problem but Marvin was going to
take care of himself.

He had everything he thought he needed in his room. Cross, garlic, stake, and
a hammer. He wasn't sure exactly if he'd need it or what he'd use if it came
to that but at least he was prepared. He sat on his bed wide awake, feeling
like he was mentally ready for whatever happened.

But as he sat there and close to an hour passed he started to feel a
combination of tired and ridiculous. Maybe he was just imagining things. There
had been no solid evidence of the existence of vampires before. Maybe he
really was the one that was nuts, just letting his imagination run away with
him, while the other people in town were the smart ones. That is what he
thought about as he lay back and started to drift to sleep - right before he
heard a knock at his window.

He had spent most of the night telling himself that he had to be prepared for
something bad happening but once he heard that knock he was certain that it
just had to be the wind or something. He felt silly as he approached the
window with his cross in his hand, now feeling almost certain that he'd get
there and find out it was nothing. He had no way to prepare for what he saw
when he opened that curtain which was why he was still startled - it was
Kayla, looking like she was just floating outside the window. He instantly
looked away and was about to shut the curtain when she spoke.

"Marvin, relax," she said to him through thin window with a tone in her voice
that made him feel ridiculous for reacting the way he did at simply the sight
of his friend. She even chuckled a bit, signaling to him that it was OK and
she wasn't angry with him. "I didn't mean to scare you. Will you open the
window and let me in?"

He couldn't help but look up and when he made eye-contact with her, she was
looking at him so nicely that he couldn't believe he had been so rude to not
just let her in - and the fact that she was floating wasn't in the forefront
of his mind. The two of them had always been nothing more than friends but the
when they were making eye-contact right then, he felt quite a bit sexually
attracted to her as well.

"Come on," she said, speaking almost seductively now. "I got a girl who I
showed your picture to and she thinks you're cute. Her name is Shanley. You're
really going to like her."

He was just about to open the window when he looked away and the little bit of
logic he had left came over him. He felt great and under the power but that
logical side of him figured there wouldn't being any harm in raising that
cross that he had in his other hand and holding it in her direction just to
see how she reacted. The friendly Kayla shouldn't do anything more than just
chuckle again about his paranoia, right?

When he raised the cross to her, the look that he saw on her face told him all
that he needed to know. Those eyes of hers, which he saw were now pure black,
opened wider than he had ever seen a human being's eyes open before. He saw an
angry kind of excitement in her eyes, looking extremely intense, and far more
intense than he had ever seen in his friend's personality before.

She then actually hissed at him. He couldn't quite pinpoint what was so
off-turning about it, but the hiss was just extremely unpleasant and now he no
longer had any temptation to look at her face. He held up the cross to her
closer and he heard her hiss again, making him feel an even stronger feeling
of unpleasantness. As he held the cross closer to her and the window he
thought he could actually hear something burning. He looked up at her below
that neck and he couldn't quite tell for sure, but it seemed as though it may
be her that was actually burning.

Even though he knew that his was no longer the same Kayla, she was still his
friend, and it upset him to know what he was doing to her. He tried not to
look as he didn't want to see her fry, or whatever was happening to her, as he
kept holding the cross up. But he couldn't help but keep looking back up until
he saw that he was fizzling away and suddenly she was just gone. He couldn't
tell if she had fallen down or disintegrated but she was gone.

He closed the curtain and got back into his bed, feeling energized, and like
he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He actually felt the best that he did the
entire night and was not afraid. He was relieved that his suspicions were
confirmed and he knew what was going on. He knew that no one else in town
would believe him or help him and he was OK with that. Shanley - that was the
name Kayla referenced. She had to be the head vampire. If Marvin took care of
her that would get rid of the rest of them. At least that was how he thought
it worked. Finding her and killing her would be a good start if nothing else.
Yes, that was what he would do. All of the people found dead or missing, the
events happened late at night. So the next night he would go out and be the
hero, and it didn't matter to him if everyone in town knew it or not. The idea
really excited him. He lay awake in bed a little while longer, still feeling
excited, but then fell asleep rather quickly.

He went out a little before midnight the next night - it seemed like the
perfect time. He walked down the old, dark, quiet country road with a backpack
filled with garlic, a cross, a hammer, and a stake. After about fifteen
minutes of walking he didn't see anything out of the ordinary and he began to
doubt himself again. Perhaps he had dreamed everything the night before or
just imagined it. He wasn't a drug user but he had been given morphine a
couple of years earlier when he had his wisdom teeth removed. Perhaps what he
had witnessed the night before was a drug flashback or just some paranoid
hallucination related to his friend's death?

He considered just going back home but then a feeling of evil came over him
that got his adrenaline going and reminded him that this was all very real and
that he was out on this mission for a reason. Something was close and he was
going to have to deal with it the same way he dealt with Kayla, or the body of
what was once Kayla's. He got a feeling in his gut telling him this was going
to be much harder.

He was distracted from the evil feeling when he looked up and saw a woman
walking towards him. There was something about her that was absolutely
beautiful and made him feel comfortable for that moment that she was his
friend and that there was no threat that existed.

She slowly and confidently walked towards him with a sweet smile on her face
that he thought was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was long and black. Her
skin was very pale but the way that stuck out in the dark night, he thought
looked great. She wore a long black dress that covered up most of her body,
but something about the way that she was walking made him feel certain that
she had a very sexy body underneath that dress.

The part of her body that was exposed quite a bit though was her feet. The
dress didn't cover her feet at all and she wore black sandals that barely
covered her feet. Her feet were pale like the rest of her and he found that
very sexy. It made them stand out and seeing the way they moved as she took
more steps closer to him was turning him on. He had his eyes fixed on her
white feet with the black toenail polish on, when she spoke.

"You like my feet?" she said. His embarrassment of her noticing that made him
look up. He made eye-contact with her and this time he was not able to look
away. Looking into her eyes just felt right and he felt safe talking to her.
There was nothing to be afraid of or alarmed about. "I was looking for a
friend like you tonight. My name is Shanley.'

Shanley. That was her. He looked back down at her sexy feet immediately and he
could feel his dick growing in his pants as he looked at them. He had been out
looking for Shanley and then once he saw her he was immediately fooled,
thinking he could trust her. It made him realize just how vulnerable he was.
Shanley was definitely more of a threat than Kayla had been and other than the
little that he knew about vampires, it struck him hard that he probably wasn't
the least bit prepared to take her on. As he looked at her feet more he felt
like he was about to cum in his pants. Feet have never turned him on before
and that was another sign of how Shanley was already controlling him. He
looked away from her feet, moving his head in various directions, trying to
avoid a trance as he thought about if he wanted to run or try and attack.

"It's OK to look at me," Shanley said to him. "I don't want to do you any
harm. You took down Kayla - very impressive. You are the first one in this
pathetic down that was able to take on of us down. So I don't want to fight
with you. I want to be your friend. It will be better for you if you come join
me. You'll have lots of power and you'll have eternal life. I'm 117 years old
and it's great. There's no way you are going to make it that long in your
current state. Come - make love to me under the stars and let's be an alliance
rather than enemies."

He looked up to see that she had moved a lot closer to him than he had
realized. He stuck his hands behind his back and started toying with the
backpack trying to get the cross out as discreetly as possible. He didn't
think for a second that she couldn't see that he was up to something but he
didn't have much of a choice at that point.

When she was still out of his reach, he got a hold of the cross, and quickly
stuck it out in front of him right in her direction. She lunged at him faster
than he could tell what happened as she grabbed a hold of his wrist. She
twisted his arm with strength that he had never felt before and the weaker guy
immediately dropped the cross. Shanley seemed to kick it out of the way or
something as she continued to twist his arm, him much weaker than her and
unable to resist.

"You think that no one has tried to do that to me over the last 117 years??"
she said and she was no longer speaking friendly. "You'll have to do a lot
better than that."

She continued to show off her incredible strength by twisting his arm more,
just treating it like it was a piece of rubber. He avoided eye-contact with
her but he could see out of the corner of his eye how satisfied she was that
she was overpowering him. He could not pull free.

She then grabbed the collar of his shirt with her free hand and then used her
other hand to also grab him by the collar. She easily lifted him right off of
the ground and then just threw him. It felt to the 190 pound guy like he had
just been thrown fifty yards. He was in so much pain and was completely
overwhelmed by her strength.

Despite how far he felt like he had been thrown, when he started to sit up, he
saw her right there. He noticed her sandals were now off and when she lifted
her right bare foot up off of the ground, there wasn't any dirt, grass, or
anything on the bottom of it. It was completely fresh and clean looking.

She pushed it onto his chest and the strength of her foot and her leg was
easily able to hold him down. He grabbed her leg trying to move it but it felt
like a steel pole - it was just not moving. His hands ended up grabbing her
leg underneath her dress. Her leg felt feminine and sexy yet so incredibly
strong. He briefly looked up at her face and saw a look of satisfaction on it
before she looked away again. He fought harder, still unable to even wiggle
her leg. Regardless of what she was, this was still a sexy female body that he
was tangling with and he could feel himself getting extremely turned on as he
tried to get her foot off of his chest.

She was pushing her foot into him so hard that he could barely breathe and
just when he thought she may knock him out, she pushed the bottom of her foot
right into his face. Not only was it painful for him but it was the ultimate
humiliation while he tried to move that steel pole leg of hers and he could do
nothing to stop that sexy bare foot from pushing into his face.

When Marvin had initially set out on this mission, the last thing he was
thinking about was his pride. But when he had a female bare foot pushing right
into his face and keeping him down on the ground while he fought as hard as he
could, grabbing at her leg, even punching it, and not being able to do
anything about it, he forgot about all of the hysteria in the town and the
fact that he was out risking his life on this expedition. All he could think
about was the humiliation that he felt at what she was doing to him.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" he heard her laugh, and it was actually an extremely loud
cackle that he thought probably could have been heard by anyone that was in a
one mile radius of them. She sounded so pleased that she was dominating him.
"You could have joined me. We could have made sweet love and then you could
have followed me and had all of your wildest dreams come true. Now I am just
going to fuck you before I finish you."

She did some sort of flop where she landed right on top of him with her body
spread out right over it. He was amazed at how she would make some movements
that he just couldn't understand. She pinned his wrists down with her hands so
he couldn't move his arms at all and she wrapped her legs tightly around his.
He was trapped.

She then yanked his shirt off right over the top of his head. She then got
lower and pulled off his pants and as well as everything else below the waist.
As he lay there naked in the grass underneath this evil woman he understood
exactly how awful of a thing sexual assault was. He had thought he understood
it before but that moment was the first time he truly did.

She took off her entire dress within a second but it looked like she had
almost just touched it and made it disappear rather than actually pull it off.
Even with her hands not holding him down he could still feel a strong force
holding him down. She was going to do whatever she wanted to him.

He looked up at her body. She had enormous, firm breasts and her upper body
looked extremely fit overall. He looked down and could see her legs looked
long and sexy. Based on the size of her boobs it was almost hard for him to
believe this was the same body that he had initially seen.

Then he looked up at her face. It still looked the same but something about it
looked much prettier than the woman he had seen initially. Perhaps she had
just gotten him so turned on that she just looked prettier to him. As he
looked at it more it now looked like her face was changing into the prettiest
woman he could have ever imagined. And probably just in time, he caught
himself looking into her eyes again - getting hypnotized and not even
realizing it. He quickly looked away wondering if it even mattered at that
point.

He hadn't even realized how big and hard his dick had gotten until he felt
Shanley's wet pussy wrap around it. It was tightening on him hitting nerves in
his cock that had never been hit before as he could feel cum building up on in
there like it never had. He felt like he couldn't move the rest of his body.

The sexual rush he felt was amazing like nothing he had felt before but it was
still an awful experience for him. Being forced to have this happen to him
against his will took away any possible enjoyment. He had went out on this
mission feeling confident and ready to fight Shanley - now he was absolutely
terrified of her.

She let out loud moans as she fucked him hard and Marvin thought that it
wasn't the sex that she was enjoying but just the fact that she was able to
control him. The fucking and what he felt in his cock was too intense for him
to handle. And she was going to do this to him as long as she wanted until
whenever she decided to stop and then ultimately kill him.

His brain and body couldn't take it but his dick was just growing and growing,
filling up with his cum, and getting the ride of its life. It was torturous
for him feeling like he just wanted to blow the load of his life but it wasn't
happening and instead the sexual intensity just keep increasing.

She fucked him more and he finally started cumming, shooting his load like
crazy. The craziest part for him was that his dick was still inside of her and
she kept fucking him but he felt like he was shooting into the air. He felt to
him like he had cum for a few minutes before she finally started to slow down.

She got her pussy off of him and when he looked up, she was sitting on his
chest with her dress back on. It looked fresh like it had never been taken
off. She just sat there, her strong butt pushing into his chest, and keeping
him down. He couldn't believe he had allowed her to do that to him and was so
ashamed of himself. She just proudly sat on him knowing that he couldn't get
up.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed again, her laugh sounding like a cackle.

He felt anger like he had never felt shoot through his body. Hearing her laugh
about the fact that she had just raped him put him over the edge. He reached
his hands up and tried to push her off of him but she immediately caught his
wrists with her hands and easily pushed his arms down to the ground.

He wiggled his body around underneath her determined to get her off of him. He
didn't care what she was, he was going to make her pay for what she did. But
the strength in her body was just too much. She looked at him struggling like
crazy and just from looking at her mouth he could tell how much she loved it.
She had been killing people in the town and how she was really taking pleasure
in making him suffer before she finished him off.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" she cackled loudly again.

To show off further she sat up and put her hands on her hips, her strong ass
being the only thing holding him down. She was far more powerful than him but
she had gotten just a bit too cocky. She was even looking straight ahead and
barely paying attention to him, just cackling away. Marvin saw his
opportunity.

He didn't have the cross anymore but his backpack was still on and he had the
hammer and stake in there. He reached back, nervous she would notice, but he
worked as smoothly as he could. She was still laughing and not paying him
attention. As quickly as he could, he pushed the stake into her chest, and
wound back the hammer.

Shanley finally saw what he was doing and he thought she was going to quickly
put a stop to this. But he didn't let it slow him down. He drove the hammer
into the stake with all of this strength. He listened to her scream as he
watched a very large amount of blood shoot everywhere.

It was so satisfying hearing the bitch scream and that gave him some
adrenaline to wind back and do it again. She screamed more, so loud that it
had to be attracting attention, and now he was getting covered in her blood.
He could tell she was trying to grab him but he had found her weakness.

He kept hammering away with nothing else on his mind other than destroying
her. She screamed and screamed and there was so much blood that it was getting
tough for him to see much else. He let out a loud scream himself as he gave
the hammer one more powerful pound - and then she was gone.

He sat up and although she was gone, there was blood everywhere. That was OK.
He had done it. He had defeated her and saved the town! Those ungrateful
bastards didn't know it and never would but that was OK. A real hero didn't
need recognition. He stood up and shouted loudly in celebration for his feat.
He felt invincible.

He heard someone coming. Maybe someone did witness it. He wouldn't have minded
a little appreciation. But when he saw who was coming his stomach dropped. It
was another woman - black hair, white skin, red lips, a black dress - and
black eyes. She did not look pleased.

And she wasn't the only one. He looked around and saw many of them coming at
him from all angles. There had to be at least twenty female vampires that had
surrounded him and were coming towards him. And the strange part about it was
they all looked very sexy to him and he felt extremely turned on.

But he was also terrified. Maybe killing Shanley just made them really angry
and now they were really going to put him through some torture. Or maybe
Shanley wasn't the leader to begin with and he had assumed incorrectly. Either
way, he knew he was in way over his head and he had underestimated the
situation when he went out. There was no way he could take on this many of
them. They were going to do whatever they wanted to him. He just stood there
in terror with a massive hard-on as they walked closer.

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