The Bees’ and their clan’s venom doesn’t enter the victim’s bloodstream. There is no anesthetic or hypnotic reaction like with the rest of us. In other words - a human will feel the bite, the sucking of their blood, and the pull on their heart, which apparently is excruciatingly painful towards the end. The wounds will be visible on the victim as well because the venom also makes the wound heal over – the covering our tracks part. We are evolution at its finest.
The calling sign of the Killer Bees is what they do to their victims. This is a warning to all other vampires about who they are, what they are - and why you shouldn’t mess with them. Their calling sign is left on the poor victim for all of the world to see.
They are called the Killer Bees because of the dozens and dozens of bites they inflict. They relish causing pain. They delight in killing. They and their clan are cruel and vicious vampires.
Although it is forbidden to kill victims, the Bees and their clan do it, and the vampire hierarchy looks the other way. The hierarchy requested the clan to take only humans that won’t be missed by human society and to dispose of the bodies so they won’t be found - as if somehow, this makes it okay to brutalize and kill their human victims. The clan and the Bees now follow these rules somewhat due to governmental pressure - but every once in a while the Bees or members of their clan leave bodies where they can be seen by other vampires out hunting. This is nothing more than the equivalent of in the Middle Ages of leaving a foe’s head on a spike. It is meant to project their power within the ranks of vampire society.
If a body left by the Bees is found by humans there is so much overkill, it appears to be a vicious animal attack. The forests here abound with wolves, cougars, and bears - and people are attacked and killed by them. It really doesn’t raise any suspicions in the humans - it’s just a tragedy of living near the forests.
This clan of the Bees is spooky and weird as all get out. They are very secretive as well. Rumors abound about other sick happenings in this clan.
The clan is headed by Nadira’s father and mother; Erickson and Adamina Vidal. Are those some spooky names or what? People have rarely caught a glimpse of them or the other Elders of this clan. They all live in their vampire district in a reclusive manner.
Lily’s told me the Vidals have a huge compound with a huge mansion on it. Actually, it is more like an old world castle she says. Its made of thick stone walls and is surrounded with high fencing made of stone columns and spiked wrought iron. These won’t keep a vampire out, but they aren’t meant to. No vampire’s going to cross the Vidals and their clan. The fences are to keep any humans from seeing what goes on behind those fences and walls. Just in case a vampire does get curious, the Vidals have guards always roaming the property. If you are a vampire, you certainly won’t get very far and I doubt if you ever live to see another day.
And now - you know the Killer Bees. Worst of all however, is I have the KB’s in gym and biology classes and they hate Lily and me. We are the subjects of their ridicule and scorn. As if I needed other reasons to dislike school - the KB’s are one of the primary reasons I dread going. Lily wants to confront them. That really is not an option unless you seriously want some drama in your life-- I don’t. “Suck it up” is my other middle name.
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While I was soliloquizing, I moved into the woods behind our house... I’ve acquired the scent trail of my family. Time to catch up.
No full moon tonight, just a waxing crescent, which is good. Like all nocturnal creatures, we don’t need, or want much ambient light. We are stalkers and the darkness is part of our cover and gives us the element of surprise.
Okay… here come the afterburners.
I’m moving past things so fast that I’m leaving the noise of my footsteps to the imagination of whatever animals I’m passing. I’m following the scent trail to the coast. I’m betting the family is going to the docks to catch some fishermen. To “catch” some fishermen-- that’s funny.
Commercial Fishermen coming in from the sea are a staple of the family because they are a ready-made packaged meal. If you catch them on the boat they’ve got no place to go except in the dark, cold water and in a few seconds they are under and harmless. If they get on the dock and try to run, they are so exhausted from the long day –add into the equation their big boots - and they are easy to catch.
Most nights I can find someone fishing off a pier or at the beach, or in their boats offshore if the seas are calm. The ones in boats are perfect. I just swim out and explode out of the water into their boat and that’s that-- a very nice meal with no worries. Again, where are they going to go? In the freezing-cold sea filled with tiger sharks and great whites? One night, I took five fishermen, in a single boat. The last one caught me in the back with a gaffing hook-- those big hook things you see them pull big fish like marlins out of the water with.
You should have seen his face when I pulled the hook out of my back like it was no big deal. It was priceless. I admit, you get a little power-rush once in awhile as a vampire.
As the guy stood there stunned looking at a twelve-year old girl, dripping wet, with blood and saliva gushing from her mouth-- I jumped to his throat. That night is still my record for a single take-down and I did it in less than thirty-seconds.
I’m going to take a calculated guess that the commercial fishing piers is where the family is headed and take a short-cut off the scent trail. I know all the short-cuts and I can take most of them because I can jump so far now. I can leap over the wide and deep canyons with no problem. Now if I could only learn to fly, I’d be the happiest vampire on the planet!
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Here I am at the coast and downwind. Smelling… and yup-- got them at the docks. Just a quick run now and I’ll catch up to them.
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There are the commercial fishing piers. There’s a crab boat tied up with fishermen finishing up on the boat, (a perfect situation) five in all. They don’t see my family silently moving on the darkened pier getting ready for a surprise attack. Skyla is so cute. Look at her creep with Mom, Dad and Christian. My little sis’ is growing up.
The family is in position. And there they go. Christian’s got hers… Mom and Dad have theirs. The fishermen are dropping like flies. Dad’s already on to a second one.
In their need to render their victim’s unconscious and with that first taste of blood pulling at the receptors in their mouths and brains, they’ve left Skyla momentarily on her own. One of the fishermen has managed to get out of the boat and onto the pier. He’s running as fast as he can past Skyla on the pier.
Come on girlie don’t lose him or I’ll have to jump in and I don’t want to harm your self-confidence.
There she goes. She’s getting fast the little rabbit. She’s closing in. Nice leap, Skyla! She’s on his back. There’s the neck-strike. And down he goes with Skyla clinging onto his back like a spider monkey. That’s my girl!
The fishermen aren’t enough for the family tonight because of the season and they’ll need a couple more humans to feed on but that will be easy for them. I’m going to go look for my own meal.
So where do I want to hunt tonight? Or do I blow it off and go to the lighthouse? It’s a beautiful night with my favorite kind of moon up in the night sky: the waxing crescent. It’s my favorite phase of the moon because it’s my birth sign. I have a birthmark in the shape of a waxing crescent moon on the back of my neck. It’s how my parents named me. Then they got all mystical and named Skyla; Skyla. They thought it had something to do with the sky and then found it meant scholar! It still rocks.
The waxing crescent moon is also a sign of hope and rebirth as it leads to a new moon, then the full moon and the rest of the moon’s cycle. The moon’s phases are like the seasons in fast-forward. It all deals with the Earth’s and Moon’s relationship