Victor's mysterious Fangs

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Victor

I peered from the blackout curtains, watching the movers unload an unholy amount of stuff, heaving as they gathered to carry the boxes inside.

The house next to me had been empty for quite some time now—nearly ten years if my math is correct. I was surprised a month ago when I saw a realtor and from there I assumed, they were eventually going to sell it.

A smile graced my lips when I saw the family.. or the family to be.

Her dainty blonde hair swayed slightly as she rubbed her growing belly. She was admiring the house while speaking to her baby. "We're going to live here," she smiled. Then a bulky man delivered a kiss to her temple. They looked so different. A small, meek blonde with a black hair muscleman. "Go figure," I shut the curtains. I stalked to my refrigerator, letting my eyes float across the crimson bags. "I think I'll go with O-neg for the day," I retrieved the blood bag and gulped the liquid. "Fuck," I cursed myself for spilling some blood droplets on the floor.

I could feel my heart pounding. Someone's at the door. The doorbell rang and I hid the towel in the sink. My senses began to kick in overdrive. The smell of pregnant women and babies are so enticing, I could my feel fangs growing. I could suppress the urge, but this smell was so intoxicating I had no choice but to recompose myself and open the door.

"Hello," the blonde greeted me. "Sorry if we're disturbing you, but we just moved in and we came to say hi. I'm Royal and this is Jack."

"Nice to meet you," he shook my hand strongly.
"We brought apple pie," she handed me a pan she'd been holding.
"Smells fine," I complimented. "Welcome to neighborhood. I'm Victor."

"We decided it would be nice to have a fresh start with a baby coming and all," the creature in her stomach kicked and prodded as she talked to me, as if it were in there dancing, "and Jack just got a new job here, found this house on the market for a steal."
"Congratulations, on the baby and all," I set the pan of apple pie to the side. "Let me know if you need anything."
She giggled. "My baby really likes you. Most I've ever felt her move."
"I just think she's happy to be outside," I encouraged.
"Would you like to feel her?" Her hazel eyes welcomed me. She didn't wait for me to respond and took my hand anyway. I could feel the the little monster, having a time in Royal's tummy. Her heartbeat spoke to me in a musical rhythm. "Yes, she seems full of energy."

"Well, Victor since you're our only neighbor, would you like to join us for dinner? It'd be fun. I make a mean casserole," Royal offered.

"I appreciate it, but I must decline. I work at night, you see," I gently explained.
"Understood," Jack said. "Let's go Royal. The man needs rest for his night shift."
Royal smiled. "I hope you like the apple pie. I must tell you, I feel like I know you from somewhere."
"I just have one of those faces," I denied.
"No you don't," she said plainly. "Anyways, see ya," she took Jack's hand to steady her wobbles as she bounced down the front of of my stairs. I couldn't help but laugh when I closed the door.

Dinner with them? Psh, yeah right. They'd end up being my dinner. Just thinking about Royal and the thumping movements inside her womb Neely drove me crazy. No way could I sit with them and challenge myself. It was overbearing just being close to her. My fangs throbbed. I hissed away the pain, berating myself. I couldn't give in to temptation. They seemed like such a lovely couple. They even brought me apple pie.

I'd just fed, but I was craving so I swigged another blood bag. I sighed, "These are gonna be some long months."

*****
I stalked to the door, familiarity flowing into my nose. I knew this person to be Jack. I opened the door and not to my surprise, it had begun to snow.

"Come in," I rushed him.
"Thanks," his gruffy voice pushed out. "I just stopped by to ask you to keep your eye on Royal for me. Just until I get back into town. I'm having a family emergency but I can't have Royal on the road. It's too dangerous," he explained.

"I understand. Anything you need," I obliged.
"Alright. I won't hold you any longer. Thanks again," Jack exited my home with a small smile.

"What have i gotten myself into?" Anything for a pair of nice neighbors I guess. I fine tuned my hearing every twenty minutes, checking on her through the sound waves. She was a busybody, she never sat still. No wonder Jack was worried. Just as I donned my coat, I heard a commotion. I hurriedly rushed over there.
"Royal," I called out before barging in. I could hear her faint breaths. I smelled the blood, I fought with my instincts, telling myself this was not the right time.
"Royal," I followed her bloody scent trail. It smelled divine, yet I knew this was a dire situation. I gasped at the sight of Royal sprawled in a floor of blood holding a baby.

"You're safe now," I said as I scooped up the baby and cradled it in my arms. I could feel the baby's warmth seeping into my skin. I looked at Royal, her face was pale and her eyes were beginning to glaze. I knew I had to act fast. I finished the remaining task, and cut the umbilical cord. I quickly called for help and demanded they rush Royal to the hospital. With the storm getting worse, I didn't have the faith that they would make it here on such thick, snowy, icy roads. Royal was in critical condition; I stayed by her side throughout the entire ordeal, never leaving her side. I knew she needed me more than ever. I doused the baby in some lukewarm water and wrapped her in a towel.

"Best I could do," I tried to smile for Royal. I held the baby to her chest.
She heaved with tears coming from her glazed eyes, "Thank you." Her arm shook as she caressed her baby's cheek. "Aria," she announced with a final smile. I watched the life fade from Royal. I guess the baby could sense it, she began to cry. I coddled her, bouncing her gently.

"Sh.. sh," I cooed. "Don't cry. You're going to be strong," I gently shook the baby's fingers. "You're going to be fine."

The baby took after her mother. She had Royal's eyes. Those beautiful hazels. I stared into little Aria's eyes for some time before her finger ended up at my mouth. I nudged it with my fang, only tasting a drop. She gradually ceased her weeping. "Yes, that's right. Aria, you're going to be okay." She blinked her round, doe eyes and fell asleep in my arms. A baby's blood was the best! As much as my fangs wanted another taste, I didn't give in. This little human intrigued me. Sleeping in the arms of danger.