My Surprise Vampire

Rowan’s Point of View God damn it. Patience has never been my strong suit, especially while being perched in a tree when I should be with my wife and son, but here I f*****g am. A breeze came through and with it a putrid scent of body order and cheap booze, it had to be the sonofabitch I was waiting for, but I needed to be sure. A rather tall, large man stumbled out of the jungle carelessly swinging a machete. I understood why the people of this small village were so afraid of him, even if they hadn’t suffered his raping and pillaging. He towered over the tallest man that lived here. “It’s time to pay the piper! Come out, come out wherever you are! Ha-ha!” That was him, I f*****g knew it and I had heard, seen, and smelled enough. I grabbed the long hanging branches and silently swung into clearing he was stumbling through. “Boo mother fucker” I whispered in his ear, he spun around and swung his machete at me. I grabbed him by his throat and dragged him into the jungle. I didn’t bother fighting with him I wanted to get home, but I didn’t see the harm of striking as much fear into him as I could before I ended his pathetic excuse for a life. I spun him around when I got a good enough distance away from the clearing, I snatched him from, I gave him an up close and personal look at my fangs and blacked out vamp eyes, I sank my fangs into his neck before he could scream. I hadn’t planned on feeding off him but f**k it, I might as well, it had been a long time since I killed a mortal like this. Turns out, it’s just like riding a bike and once I drank enough of his blood his stench didn’t bother me anymore. I felt him piss himself as his life started falling away, I was feeding from him as quickly as I could. I obviously wasn’t being gentle like when I fed from Dylan. I just had to figure out what the hell I was going to do with his body. s**t, I hadn’t thought that through but again, here I f*****g was. I dropped his lifeless body on the ground and looked around when I heard a voice behind me. “Mr. Rowan?” s**t. Here I f*****g was.   Dylan’s Point of View “I know baby, I know, you miss Daddy. He’ll be back soon” I hoped anyway. I was trying to soothe Jones, but he wasn’t having it, he wanted his daddy and that was the end of it. Usually he was an angel, so much so that Rowan and I felt guilty we had such a happy, sweet baby since we had so much help and since we were vampires, we didn’t need the sleep mortal parents need. However, every night in the six months since Jones was born Rowan has gotten up with him and they had their “middle of the night playdate” as Rowan called it. We came to Bali a month ago, and it was bliss except for yesterday morning. The people in the small village where our home was had taken a strong liking to us and they loved the baby, whenever we went to the market the women always offered us gifts for him. The matriarch of the village, her name was Eka laughed at me when I told her we hadn’t given Jones solid food yet, she asked me if I wanted him to grow big and strong. She didn’t bother to wait for my reply before she sliced a mango in half and offered him a wedge. He grabbed her hand with his and brought it to his mouth, he sank his gums into the wedge of mango and that was all he needed to know, he grinned at her and did his little wiggle kick and from that day forward she made sure someone brought him fresh fruit and vegetables every morning. Which brings me to why Rowan wasn’t here. When Dewi, a young girl from the village showed up this morning, beaten. She had fresh cuts and bruises all over her, we were able to convince her to come inside, I helped clean her up while Rowan made her something to eat, after a lot of gentle coaxing she finally opened up to us and told us a bad man had been coming to her village and hurting the women, Rowan and I both thought she meant rape but we weren’t going to push her , it was already hard enough for her to talk about what was happening. Before the bad man left, he would steal the money that was made at the market that day. “Do you know who this bad man is, Dewi?” Rowan asked her softly. “No, Mr. Rowan, he just showed up one night” she stared at the floor. “Sweetheart, can you tell me what he looks like?” I tried to not sound pushy. She nodded her head slowly, “like Mr. Rowan.” I was sure she would cry any second. “He looks like Mr. Rowan?” “His skin does, but without the pictures. And he smells really bad” she started to cry. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry you and your friends were hurt, can I hug you, would that be okay?” She covered her face with her hands and cried harder, I took that as a yes and held this broken little girl that couldn’t be a day over 10 years old. Rowan and I looked at each other and I knew he would be hunting tonight and every night until he found the bad white man. That was why Rowan missed his first playdate in Jones’s life, he didn’t even miss them when he spent the night with Nana and Pawpaw. When he woke up, they would call and Daddy would come running, but not tonight. I paced the floor with him and sang all his favorite songs, he stopped crying momentarily when I put Rowan’s favorite old jazz on but that only made things worse when Rowan didn’t appear. At that point I realized the only thing I could do was make sure he felt as safe as I could, I sat down in a swing on the balcony of our top floor and rocked him while he cried. Raffa whimpered and softly licked the baby’s toes, I knew Jones loved me, we had a beautiful bond but the bond he and Rowan shared was something else. It was like they were soulmates; it was beautiful to see. I was ashamed to admit to myself, but if I hadn’t grown up and evolved from the girl I was when Rowan and I met I would’ve thought Jones didn’t love me as much as he loved Rowan. Of course, that wasn’t true, but I would’ve convinced myself it was. Jones and I had our own special things we did, but middle of the night playdates wasn’t one of them. I kissed his head and twirled his big curls around my finger and sang his favorite lullaby, but my sweet little love’s heart was broken. “His he okay!!??” Rowan burst into our room beside himself with worry. As soon as Jones heard him, he reached his little arms out to Rowan. “Physically he is, but he’s beside himself that you weren’t here.” Jones was still crying waiting for Rowan to take him.   “Oh Jonesy, I’m here” he stopped himself from touching him and took off to the outdoor shower that was off our bedroom. “I can’t touch him until I wash that animal’s stench and filth off me.” He stripped out of his clothes and started the shower. I paced the balcony with Jones while he cleaned up with Raffa pacing and jumping outside the shower, telling Rowan to hurry up. “I’m coming buddy, I promise I am. My god, this is awful, he’s breaking my heart. How long has he been crying like this?” “He woke up about a half an hour after you left.” “Oh my god! Poor Jonesy, and poor mommy” Rowan turned the shower off and quickly dried off. “Come here baby, I’m here. Daddy’s here” Jones practically flung himself into Rowan’s outstretched arms. Rowan held him against his chest and rested the side of his face on Jones’s head. His tiny body shook with relief as Rowan soothed him. “I’m going to go warm up the bottle I made for him, hopefully he’ll take it from you. He’s got to be starving by now.” Jones was still trying to catch his breath when I came back with his bottle that he happily took from Rowan. “I’m sorry beloved, I had no idea he would be so upset if I wasn’t here” he sat down in the swing and rocked while he gave Jones his bottle. “Distraught is more like it. He’s emotional, just like his mommy” I kissed both of them. “I take it you found him?” “I did, I drank every drop of his blood. He stumbled into the edge of the village swinging a god damn machete, talking s**t. f*****g asshole.”   “What did you do with his body?” “That’s where the story gets interesting, I dropped his body on the ground when I no sooner heard my name behind me.” “NO!” I gasped. “That’s what I thought too. It was Eka’s son and grandson. Didn’t blink an eye at the fact they just watched a vampire drink all a scumbag’s blood.” “They weren’t scared?” “Not a bit, told me not to worry about his body they would take care of it, but this guy was about my size I certainly wasn’t going to let them lug his big ass through the jungle in the middle of the night. So, I carried his body behind them. Apparently, he showed up a little over a week ago, some Russian piece of s**t that was staying in a hostel on the outskirts of the village. Hopefully no one notices or cares that he’s gone, just another foreigner that has come and gone. I told them if he was traveling with anyone that starts causing trouble, I’d take care of it.”   “Oh no you won’t, if it’s in the middle of the night I will take care of it. Neither Jones nor I can go through this again.” He was finally asleep, holding his daddy’s finger as tight as he could.