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the blue-and-white dress that covered almost all of the flesh on her torso would turn a similar colour, stained with her blood. He couldn’t help licking his lips at the thought of it. Eventually, after teasing himself almost to the point of orgasm, he made his move.
    With eye-deceiving speed he sprang from his position hanging under the pier beneath her feet and allowed himself the pleasure of floating at eye level no more than a foot in front of her, his clawed feet hovering six feet above the waves. It was a moment of the most exquisite pleasure. He relished watching the expression change on the face of his prey as she realized she was about to be eaten alive by a filthy nightstalker wearing ragged brown clothes and stinking of fish. Despite the terror evident in her pupils, dilating with every passing moment, he took even greater pleasure in the knowledge that she had no idea just how much passion and lust he was about to unleash at the same time as the unbearable pain he would inflict upon her.
    As he watched her jaw drop, preparing to scream, he began undressing her with his eyes. Oh, to rip that dress off and feast his eyes, tongue and hands on her silky white flesh.
    ‘Hello, my lovely,’ he sneered, in what he fondly considered to be a seductive voice.
    To Beth it was nothing of the sort. It was a seedy voice, and one accompanied by a stench of foul breath that might have come from the depths of Satan’s rectum. As the initial shock passed she instinctively took a step backwards and considered her predicament. Should she make a run for it? Or stay and try to talk her way out of the situation? Survival instinct kicked in and she turned to run, but no sooner had she whirled round than Kione was in front of her once more. With sinuous agility he had flipped over her in the air and landed on the pier between her and the sanctuary of the promenade.
    ‘Oh please,’ she begged. ‘Don’t hurt me. I have to get home.’
    Kione grinned broadly, showing off the yellowed fangs in his mouth, fangs that matched the colour of the whites of his narrow, evil eyes. There were small chunks of day-old flesh still rotting away in the gaps between his crooked teeth. This vampire was a dirty bastard, in every sense of the word. Unclean, unpleasant, untrustworthy, and without doubt a colossal sexual deviant of the highest order.
    ‘Take off your dress,’ he said, leering.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Your dress. Lose it.’
    ‘But, but … what? ’
    ‘You heard me. Strip for me. Get going quick, girl, because I can assure you if you don’t do it then I will, and people say I don’t have the most gentle touch in the world.’
    Beth looked at his hands. He held them in front of his stomach, the long, bony fingers making groping motions, as if playing with an imaginary pair of breasts. Unsure what to do, but desperate to buy herself some time while she came up with a plan of how to get away from him, she began to slide the blue straps of her dress over her shoulders. Kione couldn’t resist licking his lips in readiness for what was to come next.
    What actually followed very shortly after the first shoulder strap was loosened was the sound of a pair of hard-heeled boots pounding on the wooden slats of the pier behind him. At first it resonated only in his subconscious, for his lust was taking over his thoughts. The sound of the thudding footsteps grew louder and louder, faster and faster, as their owner drew ever closer at high speed. Kione’s lust had control for just a second too long before his instincts took over again. His reaction, when it came, was too late. He turned around just in time to see a scarecrow’s fist, which hit him flush on the nose. He fell backwards on to Beth, who shrieked and reeled away, sending the vampire crashing to the planks. As she readjusted her dress she saw the wide-eyed figure of JD staring at his own fist, looking somewhat startled at what he had just seen himself do.
    Of the three of them, Kione was