He slowed to a halt and bent over, gasping for air.
Crunch.
His head shot up.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
There were footsteps coming toward him! Slow, heavy footsteps. Stanley listened, terrified, as they came closer and closer. Had the monster leaped ahead of him through the trees? Had it climbed down? Was it coming to finish him off? Was it...?
Crunch. Crunch.
The footsteps stopped and Stanley was able to make out a figure in the darkness. It was smaller than he'd expected, no bigger than a boy. He took a deep breath, straightened up, got his courage up, and stepped forward for a better look.
It was only a boy! A small, frightened-looking boy, dressed in a dirty suit.
Stanley smiled and shook his head. What a fool he'd been! The wife would have a field day when he told her about this.
"Are you okay, son?"Stanley asked him.
The boy didn't answer.
Stanley didn't recognize the youngster, but there were a lot of new families around these days. He no longer knew every child in the neighborhood.
"Can I help you?"he asked. "Are you lost?"
The boy shook his head slowly. There was something strange about him. Something that suddenly made Stanley feel uneasy. It might have been the effect of the darkness and the shadows...but the boy looked very pale, very thin, very...hungry.
"Are you all right?"Stanley asked again, stepping closer. "Can I-"
Snap!
The sound came from directly overhead, loud and menacing. The boy leaped back quickly, out of the way.
Stanley just had time to glance up and see a huge red shape, which might have been some sort of bat, falling through the branches of the trees, almost faster than his eyes could follow.
And then the red thing was on him. Stanley opened his mouth to scream, but before he could, the monster's hands - claws? - clamped over his mouth. There was a brief struggle, then Stanley was sliding onto the ground, unconscious, unseeing, unknowing.
Above him, the two creatures of the night moved in for the feed. "Imagine a man his age wearing a Scout's uniform," Mr. Crepsley snorted as he turned our victim over.
"Were you ever in the Scouts?" I asked.
"They did not have them in my day," he replied. He patted the man's meaty legs and grunted. "Plenty of blood in this one, "he said.
I watched as Mr. Crepsley searched the leg for a vein, then cut it open---a small slice-using one of his fingernails. As soon as blood oozed out, he clamped his mouth around the cut and sucked. He didn't believe in wasting any of the "precious red mercury," as he sometimes called it. I stood uncertainly by his side as he drank. This was the third time I'd taken part in attack, but I still wasn't used to the sight of the vampire sucking blood from a helpless human being. It had been almost two months since my "death" but I was having a tough time adjusting to the change. It was hard to believe my old way of life was finished, that I was a half-vampire and could never go back. I knew I had to eventually leave my human side behind. But it was easier said than done. Mr. Crepsley lifted his head and licked his lips.
"A good vintage," he joked, shuffling back from the body."Your turn," he said. I took a step forward, then stopped and shook my head.
"I can't," I said.
"Do not be stupid," he growled. " You have shied away twice already. It is time you drank."
"I can't" I cried.
"You have drunk animal blood," he said.
"That's different. This a human."
"So what?" Mr. Crepsley snapped. "We are not. You have to start treating humans the same as animals, Darren. Vampires cannot live on animal blood alone. If you do not start drinking human blood, you will grow weak. If you continue to avoid it, you will die."