Indecency
Landolf wheezed and coughed, as Hilda held his trembling arm and carried him into a wooden shack. Droplets of cold, dark red blood dripped onto the ground from his fingertips, turning into little droplets of light upon crossing from the shadow into the wall of sunlight.
“Just - just leave me be, my love.” Landolf’s voice was weak: “The hunters - they wouldn’t hurt a human. They - ”
“If they had even a shred of honor you presume in them, they wouldn’t have ambushed us like that.” Tears filled Hilda’s eye: “Lie down. You lost coverage, I still have sunscreen in my backpack - ”
“My blood - my blood will lead them here.” Landolf swallowed and groaned: “They’ll be here any minute - ”
“Shut up, I’m not leaving you.” Hilda opened up her backpack. She was underprepared for situations like this. If only she brought some weapon. It was her stupid idea, going to an early morning farmer’s market. If anything would happen to him, she could never forgive herself.
Landolf sipped from a small blood pack as Hilda applied sunscreen on his body. This would stop him from hurting and glowing under the sun. It should help them on their escape.
“There’s a shovel there.” Landolf pointed at a pile of hay at the corner of the shack: “Weapon - ”
“Let me.” Hilda immediately went over and started pulling on the almost completely buried wooden shaft. What she did not see was, Landolf began rubbing his crotch the moment she turned her back on him.
Boom! The rickety wooden shack was completely torn down from just one kick. Sunlight poured in. Landolf grunted, not from the sun, but from the sight of two shadows before him. Two men in cloaks with crossbows in their hands cornered them. Hunters, once a respected profession, now no more than power hungry and jealous scavengers.
“You’ll not touch him!” Hilda put herself between Landolf and the hunters’s crossbows: “You’ll have to go through me!”
“Stand down, Ms. Sunscreen. We’re here for the glowie.” One hunter scoffed: “Get off of him, before I slap a lesson into your head.”
“What happened to the Houses of Belmont and Luke, huh? ” Landolf struggled up, facing the sunlight: “Names of pride, honor and balance, now taken and abused by lesser sons for coins.”
“That was before the invention of these.” One hunter chuckled and pulled out a purple glowstick radiating an ethereal, hypnotizing aura: “Who knew your kind’s foul, sparkling blood could make such intoxicating party supply?”
“Merchants of disco.” Hilda spat: “What a fucking disgrace.”
“Kiss me.” Landolf whispered and pulled Hilda closer. Their lips met and mushed against each other. His lips were cold, but hot with passion, desire and life.
“Alright that’s enough!” One hunter cursed: “Know a little shame!”
“Too bad.” Landolf pulled Hilda aside, a smirk on his face: “You’ll never know love and passion like this.”
Before either of the hunters could respond, Landolf pulled down his ragged pants. A blinding white light exploded from between his thighs. Even with their eyes closed, glaring white marks were burned into the hunter’s visions.
“Motherfucker!” “Son of a bitch!”
When the hunters finally regained their sight, Landolf and Hilda were long gone. A crystalized shaft was left on the ground, glistening.
Who knew that vampire blood could shine so bright?