Vampire Revenge: Blood, Sex & Violence

No matter how much Pablo ate in his kitchen, his body seemed to want more, but the boy's human conscience told him that it was enough, that he had to stop eating before he got sick. He tried to sleep but could barely sleep for a couple of hours.

That was the moment when Gisela contacted him via WhatsApp.

"Everything okay? Thanks for intervening last night, that guy was a jerk #heart emoji# heart emoji# I fainted from stress, I'll be taking exams for a few days, I'll let you know when I'm free, kisses"

The night had been complicated but Pablo was glad that Gisela was okay. He didn't hesitate to answer her.

"Everything was fine, I stayed there in case there were reprisals, but after a while I took a taxi home, now dozing on the couch..."

"See you there, tough guy..."

Pablo laughed at the last comment, what would that girl with a romantic vision of vampires think if she knew the carnage that had happened that night? In a mechanical way Pablo turned on the news, too many things had happened in a short time for there to not have been any news.

On the local news the terror of the Barcelona metro was announced, not only had a boy fallen on the track and had been run over by the train but a technician had found the corpses of two people in an old maintenance room.

A blonde, pretty, and quite lively reporter was on screen talking about the latest news.

"Here we are in the Barcelona metro, the fateful place where it seems that a vigilante is taking justice into his own hands. Information from police sources indicates that the three people who have died in recent days were known pickpockets in the city, known of course to the police who could do nothing. But isn't it very cruel to kill someone for robbery? For stealing in order to eat? Witnesses to the tragic accident say that the boy tripped and fell onto the track, but isn't it too much of a coincidence that there were three dead bodies in such a short time? We will continue to follow the events in the city and we will not stop until we know who was responsible."

Despite the seriousness of the matter, someone seemed to have found a pattern in the deaths. Pablo laughed. It seemed that this modern world was going to require more discretion than he had initially thought. Not because he had made a mistake or left a clue or trace behind him, but because conspiracy fanatics, sensationalists, sometimes, rarely but sometimes, were right like donkeys by chance.

The reporter continued speculating in front of the camera, feeding absurd theories to the public eager for fantasies. Finally Pablo turned off and turned down the volume of the TV. He did not feel like hearing his own work destroyed and distorted. He had only freed the world from some thieves with bad tempers. He did not see why there was such a fuss.

He ate two large steaks to satisfy the hunger that was eating away at him. It seemed that the activation of even a small part of the parasites was not going to be easy to bear with a body not accustomed to hunger.

Why hadn't he fully recovered his physical capacity? He had already predicted that until his body made the complete change to vampirism, the muscle fibers would not finish changing and condensing, he would not finish having full power. But it was barely twenty percent of his previous capacity.

Had the seal been completely unlocked? No, that had to be it, his predictions were based on the infestation of an adult, he had nothing else to compare it to in his time, there were no precedents to what he had done, perhaps the seal had only been partially released because as the parasite grew with the child's body the symbolic value of ten deaths was very little.

He was resting from all that roller coaster of activity since he merged with Pablo's mind after his night with Laia, in reality he was planning to spend the day resting when the images of another reporter in Badalona caught his attention.

It was about a gang rape of two girls of South American origin and immediately by instinct Pablo's mind fell on Angela. Had something happened to her? He wrote her a casual message to clear his concern but no matter how much he stayed on the phone she didn't read the message.

It wasn't the concern that a boy would have for a date, it was on the one hand the concern of a vampire for his prey, the one that was part of his plans and that was a piece in what he was building. On the other hand, it was his principles screaming at him to do justice against those depraved sons of bitches who had raped and sent to the hospital two girls, one of them was in an induced coma, the other seriously in the ICU after the beating they had received after committing such a monstrosity.

It was the latter who declared to the police what had happened, however there were no arrests or suspects yet, the incident had been passed on to a group of boys who were not from Badalona and had no connection that identified them.

For Pablo's mental relief, the doorbell rang. Pablo, surprised, went to see who it could be. When he looked through the peephole, it was Laura, the young widow. This time she was wearing tighter shorts that showed half of a generous buttock and a cuter t-shirt than the day before. It seemed that his tactic had worked.

"Hello Pablo, I know I'm being abusive, but would you mind if we took down some more stuff, so I can be calm for the week?"

"It's okay, let me put my t-shirt on and let's go."

The vampire, determined to torture the widow, had taken off the t-shirt he was wearing just before opening the door, throwing it into a corner. He could smell the hormones running through the woman's body, and the discharge that stained her panties a little. It was clear that he had been thinking not very chaste thoughts before going downstairs again to besiege his object of desire.

This time, in addition to some other box with old junk, there were books and things from her husband's office. It seemed that the woman was willing to bury her husband's memories in the storage room or at least she had looked for a good excuse to see the boy again.

Pablo acted normally, although he could easily notice how her heart raced when they were close or how she got wet if he walked and she looked at him from behind secretly. Having that control of the situation was fun.

She could think that this boy didn't notice her, that he was just enjoying a visual fantasy so that he could later touch himself at will in her house, but the vampire was much more aware of everything than she was able to imagine.

They made several trips. This time the excuse of falling would not work again, however the opportunity soon presented itself. After putting several things on the shelves, Laura gave her a tug on the neck.

"Ouch! I think I hurt myself, we're going to have to leave it again"

"Let me take a look at it, I'm not bad at removing contractures"

Without giving her time to comment, Pablo's hands were applied to Laura's back and neck. With his sensitivity to touch, his control and his centuries of experience, detecting the contracture and removing it was just a matter of working the area and applying care to the woman's skin.

But Pablo was not only touching the key points for the contracture that was real, he was also pressing certain pressure points, to which she reacted by trying to silence the slight moan that was about to escape from her throat.

"It's true that you have good hands"

"Give me a couple of minutes and you'll see how you're as good as new"

Pablo continued but this time since the contracture was already gone he continued playing with the woman's back, it was obvious that he was no longer touching the affected area. Laura's hair was standing on end and she could feel the boy's breath near her neck.

When he placed a timid kiss on the woman's neck, she moaned, she immediately realized that she hadn't held back, but when he playfully bit her earlobe while his hands went under her shirt, she was already sold to lust.