The woman gripped the wheel and nervously peered through the rain-splattered windshield. She drove slowly down the deserted, dark street cautiously looking through sheets of rain. Occasionally she craned around to gaze upon her sleeping daughter, who had turned five today and insisted she was too big for a booster seat. The little girl was dwarfed by the seat belt slipping from her shoulder. Tight-lipped, the woman strained to see through the horrendous pelting of rain as the fast speed of the windshield wipers did little to improve her vision.

A red blur wavered through the windshield and she slowed to a stop. She obeyed the traffic laws even at this hour of night. The engine hummed in conjunction with the splashing of heavy raindrops and slap-slap of windshield wipers. She waited patiently and gazed once again toward her daughter in the back seat. The fine blonde hair cascaded forward, partially hiding the round pudgy face.

Her attention whirled back around to her door as it was flung open. Instantly, raindrops dampened her clothes and face. She stared into the barrel of a .45 automatic held by a dark hooded figure. He pulled on her arm demanding she “Get outta da car!”

“My baby…” she protested, her voice tinged with incredulous fear. He pushed the cold barrel against her eye and cocked the pistol. She fumbled with the seat belt and as soon as it opened the gun-toting stranger tore her out of the seat and flung her to the ground. He scrambled in and gunned the motor. The tires squealed and spun as the car fishtailed, the open door flopping in his haste to get away.

She scrambled up from the wet street, her rain-soaked clothes and hair already clinging to her skin. She watched in horror as the car swerved onto the sidewalk, barely missing a storefront and crisscrossed the street several times before coming to a sudden halt against a light post with a sickening thud.

She ran toward the crash, heart thumping, fearing the worst. She approached and saw the car thief half outside the drivers side laying on his back with her daughter on top, jerking her head back and forth with growling, slurping sounds. The little girl looked up at her mother and smiled. The drizzle of rain formed dots of yellow upon her blood-smeared face. Her newly-formed vampire teeth dripped globules of blood.

“Did I do good, mommy?”

The mother smiled in relief.

“You did real good, darling. I am so proud of you. Can we share?”

“Of course, mommy. It’s way too much for me.”

The rain stopped and the clouds parted. The full, bright moon threw a dark, blue hue over the two figures on the lonely street, hunched over their victim, enjoying their first mother-daughter outing



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