Ravan and I paused to listen again but suddenly the door opened and a fat greasy-looking middle-aged man appeared. He had a lump of bread sticking half in and half out of his mouth. His eyes were wide with shock to see two dark strangers standing on the other side of the door, and as his jaw dropped the mushy piece of bread dropped to the floor at his feet. He had a food tray in his hand and that too hit the floor as he stood up in fright. Before he could draw breath to shout a warning I swung the case up and neatly slugged him in his fat gut. The air gushed out of his mouth and with it came more chewed up pieces of bread; he stood there holding his gut with both hands. I looked down at my coat in disgust noticing three spots of saliva covered pulped bread.

"Fucking hell, you fat pig, this coat cost an arm and a leg." I sneered at him while brushing the soggy crumbs off my coat. I looked at his chubby arms and legs and mentally pictured myself beating his fat face in with his own severed limbs. I swung the case again, aiming for his chest this time and I heard ribs crack and he reeled back into the room and slumped in a heap on the floor in the doorway.
Ravan peered into the room, there were two other squatters, both were sitting watching a grubby black portable television set, which was wired up to a car battery and eating from plates on their knees.

"Ah, I see dinner is served." Ravan said crisply and winked at me, biting his lower lip in order to stop him self from bursting into laughter. I winked back and nodded, grinning at the double meanings of both our statements. At the commotion the other two, a thin younger man wearing tight jeans and a faded denim jacket and a young girl in a light blue T-shirt under a navy padded jacket and khaki fatigues, both stood up with surprised faces. I suppose, had fat man not been sprawled on the floor holding his gut they might have thought we were some authority or other there to evict them, but the looks on their faces told me they knew we weren't. We stepped into the room and both of us kicked the fat guy really hard as we walked over him. We left him in the doorway whistling through his punctured lungs and gasping for air.

These three had obviously been here some months as there was evidence of their slovenliness all over it. Empty cigarette boxes, overflowing ashtrays, beer bottles, crushed lager cans, dirty tattered clothing and tattered paperback novels, old newspapers and half eaten baked bean tins with white plastic spoons welded into them with age.
Luckily, I couldn't see any evidence of drug abuse, no needles or syringes. I wouldn't feed on drug users; the risk of infected blood was just too high.

The younger man just stood rigidly by a flea-ridden brown sofa with his mouth open, but the girl, who was tall but looked chubby, especially with the padded jacket, came towards us. "You'll regret that, you really shouldn't have done that." She stood her ground a few feet away with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to one side. She wore pink and blue eye shadow and thick mascara and her hair had been dyed yellow but two inches of mousy brown hair was showing at the roots.

"Oh really." I said, "And why is that?" I dropped the case by a nicotine-stained wall and clasped my hands together in front of me like the head mistress waiting for a reply from her pupils.
"That's my dad you bitch, who the fuck do you think you are?" She spat out the words in a heavy Essex accent and looked me up and down gauging my size to see if she could take me on. Skinny bloke was eyeing Ravan who was standing with his arms across his chest and smiling evilly. "Shut up Ally." He said quietly, looking very intimidated indeed. She turned to hiss at him.
"Jay! Are you just going to stand there or what?" "Yeah Jay, what you gonna do huh?" I asked, trying not to laugh. Jay continued to stand motionless, almost like a statue rendered in denim. A low chuckle rose from Ravan and Jay seemed to shrink back though he hadn't moved. Ally, with both her hands outstretched lunged for me, throwing her weight against me and scrabbling for my hair. I hardly flinched and certainly didn't move. I let her punch me hard twice in the face and smiled as she watched in amazement as I soaked her blows and hardly even recoiled. She got one hand in my hair before I, almost carelessly, took the hand and snapped it back.
We all heard it crack and Jay's eyes widened to show red veined eyeballs. "Argh! You broke my hand, you stupid fucking cow, you broke my hand!" She dropped to the floor holding her now limp hand in the other, angry tears began to fall, smudging her mascara and causing it to run in black lines down her face.

"I think you'll find, my dear, that your wrist is broken, not your hand as you put it." I quipped smugly. Jay must have decided it was better to stay out of it physically because he just stood there watching with horror on his face. "Jay!" She cried, "Do something God damn it!" Finally he spoke shakily. "Hey man, there's no need for that, we'll leave, come on Ally." "No! We're not leaving you pathetic piece of shit!" She looked up at me about to say something and I kicked her full in the mouth. "No, quite right Ally dear, you're not going anywhere." Ally lay unconscious on the floor, blood dripped from her broken mouth and dribbled down her chin. "Jesus Christ man, what did you go and do that for?" Jay seemed to find a use for his legs. He scurried over to Ally and held her head in his lap as she came round, choking and spitting out bits of tooth and jaw.
"Oh, I don't know, just felt like it I guess." I chuckled quietly and glared at Jay.

In the flickering light from the television, which was showing old episodes of Star Trek, and three church-like candles which were standing on the mantel piece, Ravan could easily be seen as he tore open the fat man's neck, with his fangs. He sucked the life out of him, while Ally and Jay watched on in petrified silence. Jay began to sob pathetically. Ally began to shuffle backwards using her feet and elbows on the grimy carpet. They were both staring at us in terror. We watched them, unblinkingly, as both tried unsteadily, to get to their feet.

"Oh please." I said through a sigh. "Don't bother to get up on our account." I signalled for them to remain on the floor with a gloved hand and let a laugh escape as I displayed my fangs proudly.
"What the fuck are you?" Jay blubbered stupidly. "You mean you don't already know?" I asked as I straightened my tousled hair. I looked at Ravan, who was standing wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and eyeing the other two eagerly. He had a fire in his eyes; he looked radiant. Fat guy was dead.

"Ravan dear heart, shall we bother to explain?" I watched him; he was enjoying the show just as much as I was. "You may if you wish dear, but I have much more pleasurable things in mind. And none of them need explanation."
He stepped towards Ally, and grabbed her leg and dragged her, as he had dragged her father moments ago, into the centre of the room. He deftly reached down and grabbed the bottom of the half-zipped jacket and savagely yanked it up and over her head while she just lay in front of him whimpering. It bound her arms by her side and she slumped backwards heavily.
I watched as he ran his fingers along the edge of her cropped T-shirt, which exposed her stomach, stroking the skin on her midriff. His fingers delved into the top of her fatigue trousers, pulling at the material, and she made little panicky sounds as he undid the buttons, still standing, bending over her, with his feet between her legs. She tried to struggle with the twisted-up jacket and kicked out at him with her feet. Ravan kneeled down quickly and with a sharp tug, pulled her trousers down to her ankles and placed both knees between her legs on the material of her fatigues so that her own clothing and his weight now held her captive.
Jay sat silently, blood-shot eyes all agog as he slowly realised what it was Ravan planned to do to his girlfriend.

I marched over to him angrily and yanked him to his feet by one of his hands, tearing it away from his face. It was covered in mucus and tears. I let go of his hand and wiped my glove down his back, shoving him forward towards Ally as I did so.

"God, you mortals have such vile body fluids, just as well you have one we can actually use, otherwise you'd all be dead by now. Now help him with your bitch and be grateful. Or I'll kill you right here and now."

Ravan continued to strip the girl while she made angry frightened whimpering noises. He had her short blue T-shirt pushed up to her neck revealing small breasts, which he fondled roughly. She continued to struggle in her prone position. Her legs and thighs were fleshy and corpulent. Her skin was a pasty grey-white like the rest of her complexion.
Ravan was playfully edging down the grey dirty-looking panties she wore and she was struggling to free her arms. She was starting to become more aggressive in her attempts to escape. Ravan was grinning darkly. Jay fell to the ground as I pushed him again, sticking a booted foot out to trip him callously. He sprawled next to Ally amongst the cigarette stubs and crumbs and dirt and averted his eyes from hers in shame that he could not help her. He continued to sob. I grabbed both his hands and tried to place them around her neck, pushing her head back into the dusty stained carpet but as soon as I let go of him he slumped to the floor beside her.

"Oh Jay, so very disappointing." I sighed, deeply, "What shall we do with you?" I watched them both. Each in their own trauma, one unable to help the other, knowing they were both doomed. Ravan was peeling off the girl's underwear and I watched as I picked up Jay's limp sweaty arm and slowly drained the life out of him. He blinked at me silently, as if in wonder and awe. I watched first pain then ecstasy flash across his pale face. He moaned lowly and I dropped his arm, stopping, just before he died.

Ally knew she was the only one left, she knew it was over, she stopped struggling and became passive. She was trying one last time to beg for her life but her jaw was broken and all that came out were frothy, bloody gurgles and high pitched whispered whines. She lay, quasi naked, with her head to one side looking longingly at the dead boy. It disgusted me to see that she had loved him dearly. I loathed him and his excruciating nothingness. I looked at her, wanting her dead just for that reason alone.
Ravan was watching me, waiting for my signal to share in her bounty. I'd known all along that he'd had no intention of raping her. I looked at the girl and nodded, and with a swift merciful lunge, we drained her fleshy body to a corpse beside that of her man, and her father. "Ah, 'tis good to be full again." Ravan sighed, as he sat back on his haunches. I nodded, and I too sighed deeply. We bundled the bodies up in the grimy carpets, took them out into the woods, dug a family-sized hole and buried them in it.