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my God, he’s naked,” she
blurted out, “he must be freezing.”   The wind blew his hair around obscuring
his face.  He took a moment to brush the black strands from his eyes and
looked up at the house.  Joyce got the uncomfortable feeling that he could
see her and she would have sworn that he smiled as he came forward, showing
remarkably nice teeth for such a decrepit specimen.  He moved like an
animated skeleton draped in raw, crusty, stringy muscle, except for his eyes
unblinking and red.
    Striding across the rocks and onto
the narrow sandy strip where the stairs led up to the deck, he paused then bounded
up the steps without touching the railing.  Stopping at the deck he took a
moment to look around.  “He’s admiring the house,” thought Joyce, “he
doesn’t even try to cover himself.”  He turned towards them and crossed
the deck. 
     “Jeez, he’s going to walk
into the glass,” said Alan “he really must be confused.”  He stood and
waved his arms trying to warn, but his alarm only attracted the man who glanced
at the waving arms then veered directly towards Alan.
     “Oh no,” screamed Alan, as
the plate glass window exploded in his face. 
     Shards of glass like daggers
through the air bloodied Alan and Joyce. 
     “It’s not supposed to do
that,” thought Alan, as the intruder casually strolled up to him and grabbed a
handful of his hair, bending him to his knees, “the windows are
unbreakable.”  
     Joyce wet herself with fear
as the creature clutched a fistful of Alan’s shirtfront, lifting him so that he
was curved like a bow, his neck stretched long and fine. The tableau froze for
a quiet moment like a scene from the Pageant of the Masters they liked to
attend every year at the Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach.  She watched as
the man lizard stood over Alan with what appeared to be the beginning of an
erection; Alan softly groaned from the strain to his back, his neck arched and
vulnerable, his veins blue, the arteries pulsing steadily.
     The moment broke as the
intruder crushed Alan’s throat in massive canine jaws, ripping through the skin
and muscles, finding the right side carotid at the branch and severing the junction
so that Alan’s blood erupted in a joyous geyser, filling his mouth and bathing
his face in the red sacrament of spring he’d fantasized about for all those
lonely, hungry years.
     As the blood shot from his
neck spraying the wall in bright red Jackson Pollock drips, Joyce thought how
her husband would hate the look as, punctuating Alan’s moans, she heard an
obscene gurgle as the stranger sucked the last drops of blood from her
husband.  As he turned towards her, she saw that he was fully engorged and
that his rough scaly hide seemed to resemble skin, the kind that grew back
after a bad burn.  
     He seemed to transpose before
her eyes, as he stood taller in the grey/blue storm light.  Standing
taller and filling out, the reptilian cast fell from him and he came to
resemble a white man with what she thought of as Asian tones, he stood over six
feet, she guessed, and was lanky and muscled like the swimmers she watched
every four years.  He had dark eyes still glowing like banked embers and
thick black hair hanging to his shoulders. His body seemed hairless except for
his groin.
     The last sound Alan heard as
his successful life petered out on his polished fir floor was the hideous way
Joyce’s last scream was silenced as the man crunched her throat in his jaws.
     Oliver looked around the
room, savoring the blood-spattered mess. Momentarily sated, he paused to admire
the view.  After a moment he shrank behind a comforting wall, the vastness
of the sea overwhelming him.  He still held Joyce’s hand and in a gesture
of humanity gone, pulled her body to his face and, seeking some comfort, bent
over and began to consume her ravaged neck.  Revulsion paused his meal,
but desire and hunger overcame the vampiric prohibition and he