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The Nanovampire
Tom Haynes

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out of fuel. I'm not so sure they can transition to another host.

It was then I found out what subsonic hearing must be like for a bat. I stubbed a toe and uttered a "Damn!". I never heard it, but I could hear sound reflections from the ping which went out. I quickly picked up that I could use this sonar to augment my already strong night vision. As I started pinging up and down the coast, playing with my new toy, I quickly discovered a beach blanket party about a half mile to the East.

Once I knew it was there, it was easy to focus in on the camp fire, smoldering to ashes. I drew in a deep breath and I caught the faintest whiff of teen spirit; two couples, some beer, and finally the remains of a fish dinner. I started jogging toward my own meal. When I got to the camp, I almost laughed at the irony, they were necking. They looked barely old enough to drive, but I could see the old VW bus parked off by the road.

They didn't have a clue I was here and while four was too many, I wasn't going to leave a witness. What the hey, I picked New Orleans thanks to all the Gothic vampire posers who flocked to the city. One of the couples grabbed a sleeping bag, giggled a "See ya later." to the other couple, and moved further down the beach. I waited until the closer couple relaxed, they were waiting to see if the other two would return and surprise them, and then I sprang my trap. I placed an iron claw over the mouth of the one on the bottom and snapped the neck of the one on the top. As the girl suffocated, I quickly sated the shakes that were threatening to wrack my body.

With the edge off, I took my time to drain the girl while she was still alive - the taste was more electric and much more satisfying. I had wanted to land quietly, to not announce my arrival, but since I had to feed, I had to decide whether or not to let the other two live. If I took them, I could delay for some time my discovery. But if I let them live, I could start the myth rolling. Someone swooped in, drank the blood of their friends under their noses, and left.

I had to do it and I had to steal the car so they would know how long it had been. Luckily for them, the girl morsel had the keys and it started on the first crank. I drove off into the night and my legend was born.

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