This story was penned by my late daughter, Lisa-Jane Stych. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Angela’s expression was chilling as she glanced at Jon when he admitted to being a vampire; “You feed on people?”
“Vampires,” he whispered, “feed on humans. So yes, I do.”
“And the Eldarns too?”
“You are evil!”
“Do not moralise with me child. I did not see you weeping for the cow that died so you could enjoy a happy meal.”
“Humans,” Angela retorted, “are not cows, or happy meals for that matter.”
“To me that is exactly what you are. Nothing but walking, talking, happy meals.” He paused, adding as an afterthought. “Although I can be more certain of the contents of my meal”
“You disgust me.”
“I’m hurt. Truly! I would have thought as an animal rights protagonist you would have approved of me.”
The laughter was no longer repressed as Angela snarled, “How so?”
He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I always make my kills swift, humane and without pain,” elaborating heavily on the humane.
Nathaniel stalked around them, interceding before Angela could continue. “Enough, “he snapped.
“How can you defend him?”
Nathaniel turned towards Angela, answering softly and calmly. “I do not consider myself moral enough to question his lifestyle, and I do not believe that there is a human alive, at least the meat eating ones, who can either. Humans raise themselves to be above other animals, and consider themselves superior and so cannot handle it when they are reduced to mere food supply by something higher up the food chain. This is all it amounts to: you don’t like the idea of being fed on, yet you feast on other animals yourselves. You look at Jon and see your true reflection―a predator―and do not like what you see.”
Angela stumbled in her response, “I do not feast on my own kind.”
Nathaniel raised his hand, silencing Jon. “And nor does he. He looks like you, he even talks like you for sure. But make no mistake, he is no longer one of you. What you see is the most effective predatory camouflage on this planet. A predator who blends in perfectly with his prey. Jon puts the chameleon to shame.”
Angela was silenced as she opened her mouth, intent on responding, as Nathaniel continued. “Besides, Jon has not killed a human in over two hundred years; not even by accident.”
Lilith glanced at Jon, her expression questioning, “Then how does he survive?”
Jon sighed, “He survives on willing donors, or when they are in short supply, blood banks. But never think for one second that I am one of those tortured Vampires you girls seem to love. If I had to kill to survive, I would. I merely…” he paused, scanning Angela’s face. “ Chose the easier, and far more enjoyable path.”
“Human donors,” Angela whispered, clearly disgusted. “Why would anyone do such a thing?”
Jon held Angela’s gaze, his pupils slowly expanding to the point where she could no longer make out the iris. Angela suddenly felt her pulse quicken; a rapid flutter of heartbeats, her thoughts were submerged in a fog.
Jon held her gaze, his voice taking on a seductive edge, “It can be highly pleasurable, should I choose. Do you care to find out?”
Nathaniel and Lilith leapt up at exactly the same time. Lilith to her friend, shaking her roughly by the shoulders while Nathaniel yelled, “Enough, release her. Do it now.”
Jon snapped out of it and walked away, laughing softly to himself, leaving Lilith and Nathaniel to comfort the dazed and incoherent Angela. Jon’s parting words, “I warned you not to bring cattle on this field trip.”