The Feeding

The Feeding

A cool breeze wafted through the darkness, carrying the scent of life. Like an alarm clock going off, Peter's eyes opened within the casket.

Pushing open the lid, the moon's light filled the dark room. Peter looked at the display by the night stand and saw that it was April 2, 2009.

A small laugh escaped his lips as he realized that today was his two-hundredth Rebirth Day.

He winced as his joints creaked and groaned in the effort of his rising. "If only the truth were known," he muttered. "Yes, we live forever but with all the weaknesses of mortals."

"And such sunburns we get!" He became aware that he was talking to himself and shook his head as a gurgling chuckle caused him to break into a fit of coughing.

Those few who still lived only fed once each year. "Tonight's my night for a tasty treat. It's my Rebirthday!"

Peter hobbled to the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of plasma. It would give him the needed boost he required. "Vampire aspirin," he chortled.

Taking off into the night, the scent of someone young and female was like a blazing trail that he followed, ending in a park area.

Lisa sat there lost in thought. She had broken up with her boyfriend earlier in day and was angry! "I'll show that sucker," she muttered.

"Sucker?" came a questioning voice.

She turned, ready to pounce, and was immediately captivated by a young man standing there. All thoughts of anyone else left her mind. He beckoned and she willing came into his arms.

She knew where this was heading and, as he lowered his lips and began to slide toward her neck, caution overwhelmed her. "Wait," she hoarsely whispered, "do you have protection?"

"Of course, my dear... I've had my teeth capped with plastic..."


Notes

Word Count: 300 exactly.

An entry for June 2 "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that contains the words "treat," "moon," and "plastic."

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Ken