- NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents GIRL PATROL Chapter Nineteen It looked like spring break gone wild. People were everywhere. The streets were impassable, cars stopped or overturned and burning. Shots were ringing out, but they werenÕt stopping the looting. Amidst this carnage appeared two figures. Unlike the other people who could be seen, they didnÕt run or show any sign of fear. The man stepped calmly over a toppled rubbish bin, his wife skirted a corpse and smiled. ÒWonderful evening, isnÕt it?Ó Vlad said to his wife. ÒYes,Ó Esmelda answered. ÒWe should have no problem feeding tonight.Ó Suddenly a man appeared out of the darkness. He looked desperate, yet frightened at the same time. He was dressed in a shabby coat and he pointed a gun at Vlad. ÒGimmie everything you got!Ó the man said. Vlad raised an eyebrow. Esmelda kept walking, barely noticing the man or his gun. The man, seeing his prey moving past him, had to run to catch up to them. ÒHey!Ó he cried to Vlad. He trained his gun on Esmelda. ÒGimmie everything or she gets it!Ó Vlad was quick to respond. But the man with the gun was quicker. Altering his aim slightly, he fired. VladÕs arms were above the man and about to enclose him when the bullet from the manÕs gun hit Vlad right in the chest. Vlad teetered backwards. He looked stunned for a moment, then he regained his balance. He lunged at the man. Before the man could get off another round, his neck had two fangs in it. Vlad drained the manÕs blood as he screamed in terror. Esmelda stopped and turned toward the scene. Smiling with amusement at the manÕs screams, she watched her husband consume his life essence. The inflowing blood began a healing process; Vlad was feeling much better a minute later when he had finished with the man. A drained corpse, the man fell to the ground. His gun went clattering along the rubbish-strewn sidewalk. Vlad wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He smacked his lips. He looked at his wife, then down at his chest. The hole in his flesh was closing rapidly. In a few hours, he would be good as new, with perhaps only a light scar there to indicate heÕd received a mortal wound. Or, perhaps, there would be no scar at all. Being dead was a great way to stay out of the hospital. But the suit was another matter. Vlad shook his head at the hole in the fabric. He would need a new one; he wasnÕt going to wear a suit that had been patched. ÒPity about the suit,Ó Esmelda said, reading her husbandÕs thoughts. ÒThe nearest tailor I trust is five billion years in the future,Ó Vlad said. Esmelda nodded. ÒYouÕll have to settle for off the rack wear,Ó she said. ÒDamn,Ó Vlad swore. ÒNice meal, though,Ó he said. He turned and briefly looked at the corpse. Then he and his wife walked on, and as they did the lights suddenly went out. ÒLooks like the hamburgers have lost their electrical power,Ó Esmelda said. ÒPity. The darkness can be so terrifying,Ó Vlad smiled to his wife. 30 ------------------- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! ------------------- -- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Click on ÒPower SearchÓ Change ÒstandardÓ archive to ÒcompleteÓ archive. -- Other providers: IFLC: http://assm.asstr.org and http://asstr.org AnyaÕs LilÕ Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/ Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at: http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls) -- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org http://www.aclu.org -- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. All rights reserved. -- Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html Or at /~Roller/index.html (It is case sensitive, i.e. type Roller, not roller).