The Vampire-Alien Chronicles by Ronald Wintrick Read Free Book Online

bit into his neck.  The hot, salty rush of blood was instantaneous.  Like that lover, I held him, drinking until I was sated, but not overly so.
    His blood pressure now lowered, only a single drop slipped free from the right side puncture wound as I drew back, and unable to halt my impulse, I leaned back in to retrieve it.  Sonafi was already finished.  She could often be viciously aggressive when she fed, the more so having already been forced to halt her first attempt.  Though old, her instincts were still as nearly primordial as they had once been when she had been a Juvenile.  A Vampire might mature as she ages, but the blood lust would never diminish.  Never grow weaker.  Only the Vampires self-restraint might grow, but that Vampire will never escape its hunger.
    The female was already bruising on her arms where Sonafi had held her.  The bite had been too quick and careless, the punctures ragged.  She would be sore and bruised on the morrow, besides being exhausted.  I let the thought fade away as unimportant.  Quick as the thought I moved to the window and then out onto the wall.  I sniffed the air and searched the shadows, but there was nothing.  A Vampire sees in the thermal, there is no hiding from us.  Quickly I gained the ground.
    Sonafi was instantly beside me.  If I had looked away even a moment, I would not have seen her approach.  A small smudge of crimson soiled the flawless beauty of her lip.  I leaned over to suck it and she bit my lip playfully.  Hard enough to draw blood.  I tolerated it without complaint.  She in turn sucked the blood which flowed from my slight wound, if only for a moment, before it sealed itself.  Our hyperactive regenerative abilities are almost instantaneous.  Why Vampires are so hard to kill.
    “So how do all of these suddenly cooperative Vampires plan to trap one of the Others?”  I asked, just as if our earlier conversation had not been interrupted.  We fell into step together, moving homewards.
    “This is what we were thinking . . . “   Sonafi began.
                 
    CHAPTER 4
     
                  Star watching was one of my oldest hobbies, but now I had an ulterior motive, as well as the modern tools needed to do it right.  My eye rested on the eyepiece of a 3.5” telescope that brought the sky above into sharp relief, but it wasn't the outer solar planets, the stars or even the galaxy clusters even further beyond to which I turned my attention this night.  I was not looking for the usual, stationary celestial objects.  I knew the night sky as well as anyone on Earth, I would presume, having spent so many nights under it, studying it, imprinting it to memory.  Tonight I was looking for spots of light which did not belong there.
                  If an object were in a high enough orbit, constructed of a reflective material and the sky between it and I cloudless, the sun’s rays would pass beyond the curvature of the Earth, be reflected from the object, and be visible to me from my roof top perch.  That's what I was looking for.  I was looking for the increased activity which had been reported to me. This supposed increased activity the reason the Community had devised this new strategy.  I had yet to see them, but if they were there, searching for us, the hunter would become the hunted.
    “Have you seen anything?”  Brid asked behind me, startling me.  I moved before I could think.  It was an act of pure reaction.  As Vampires age, we grow faster, stronger, more mentally acute.  Some of the new breed of Vampire scientists hypothesize that the reason is that as we age we continue to grow new neurons and synapses, a kind of active evolution, growing them in response to our stimuli.  A Vampire continues through this process until, I supposed, some finite limit is achieved, though when that ceiling occurs I have yet to see.  I continue to evolve and certainly hope to continue to do so longer.  I have