Cloette Du Montressor, The Dhampir

The newly acquainted duo came upon a road to a gas station in the middle of a small town, with a couple of shops close behind and across them. The gas station was one of the common standards that would have the management by both the vendor and the manager of the gas pumps.

"A human, like I said, would never understand what it is like to love someone so dear. Enough to fight wars." She glared at the man.

The man was a bit startled and gathered himself. Beads of sweat reformed on his brow as he felt the words were like daggers inside his brain. 

'She's agitated. I just want to make conversation, because it's a long ride,' he thought, looking through his wallet to pay for the gasoline.

The woman stayed in the car, curled up, and a couple of men came out of the station and saw the hooded figure.

"Oh my, you must be the oasis of my dreams. To lie on your lap and enjoy the dates with honey. Baby!" said one of them.

He was wearing a brown shirt, with a pair of big shades, with a muscular figure. He approached the hooded woman, flicked down his shades, and gave her a wink. The woman ignored the man, but he kept being persistent in his approach.

"Don't ignore a good time, madam. I can be a gentleman if you want me to. Or not." He said as he grabbed the woman's arm and thrust the arm by his side to see her face.

The hood fell, and her face became exposed, her pinkish skin, matted hair with rosy lips, and eyes that were a captivating pink rose that glistened like diamonds.

"Oh ho! We have a true gem in our midst. She may need a bit of cleaning up but good enough." said the overconfident man as he dragged her away.

Leaving a trail of sand that was quickly covered by the sudden winds within the gas stop. 

The woman struggled, "Get off, you disgust me!" she got out of his grip and spat at his face.

"Your worth is useless to me human." She glared defensively and stepped down from the car.

The muscular man laughed. "She doesn't know what is going on. Silly woman. I am not here to attract you, I am here for a good time." he chuckled and puffed his chest, while his friends held the woman by her arms.

"Get off of me you cur, scum of your bastard selves." She cursed at the men holding her hostage.

One of them, holding her right arm, said, "Hey Daniel, I'll go next."

Daniel, the big man, took out a huge knife and tore through the woman's tattered cloak, and it nicked her skin. He licked the woman's arm as she twinged in disgust.

She groaned in pain while the men laughed and breathed heavily in anticipation of their next tactics. But the blood came out black and gelatinous.

It moved with fangs out and attacked the armed man. The woman grinned in delight as the energy shifted from playing the damsel in distress to having the aura of a ruthless killer.

"Who said anything about me being unaware of your intentions, mon amie?" she confidently said.

More of her blood flowed out and formed bat-like webbed wings on her back.

"Merci, J'mange bien actuellement.<Thank you, I am going to eat well today.>" she hissed and chuckled in amusement.

It frightened the men by the sight of whom they then held hostage. She licked her lips as the blood creatures invaded the man's mouth. The little black blobs entered through their bronchi and transformed into the blood itself.

Once the men let go of their grip. They grasped onto their faces and gasped for air as if they were drowning in gelatinous blood.

Constantly shifting like worms inside their bodies, it felt as if they were paralyzed and thought they were dead. But they could feel the creatures in their veins as if consuming them alive.

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Meanwhile, the kind stranger was in the store and grabbed some water bottles. The cashier was reading the paper and listening to sermons on the radio.

"You hear about the Earth Chalice? Crazy am I right?" said the kind stranger.

"Which pump?" questioned the cashier.

"Ah, number 3 please, Thank you." said the kind stranger, as he gave the cashier the money.

The cashier looked up from his newspaper, counted the money, and put it inside the register. 

"I will come out to pump the gas for ya. You just relax," he said begrudgingly and got out of his chair as he mumbled, getting the keys for the pump.

He went through the rows of snacks and drinks to reach the doors of the store. He looked at the bodies of the three young men and just shrugged.

The old manager chuckled and muttered, "Well then, they shouldn't have messed with a woman. Their mothers must be rollin' in der graves."

The cashier turned the gas pump key, and the man started filling the car's gas tank. The woman was tired and was sleeping in the jeep, curled up and exhausted. Winds of sand intensified a bit, and the old man finished filling up the tank.

"Well then sir, thank you for your service." said the kind stranger.

The man yelped when he found the unconscious men on the dirt road and looked at the woman. But as he started the car, the black, viscous goo expelled itself out of the men's bodies and went around the car to the woman.

She looked over her arm and reached her forefinger towards the creature. It looked at the protruding finger and shrilled slightly in glee.

The blob quickly slithered up the woman's finger as the car drove away to its presumed destination. The gelatinous creature made itself into a straw with a container of a crimson liquid.

Cloette consumed the liquid in desperation, savoring every milliliter as if moaning from the amount of hemoglobin trickling down her throat. She felt the ecstasy of hunger being satiated from the brink of death by starvation.

The driver asked, "Well then budruwa, we should start with names. Since we are a long distance from where you want to go. So we might as well be acquaintances amongst ourselves. Yes?"

He looked over and saw the woman feeling revitalized with her hair unmatted, skin pearlescent and full. With hair in the color of iron, silver, and gold. She noticed the man looking at her sudden change.

She responded with a smile and said, "Oui, it seems so. Someone may well acquaint us during our journey in the meantime, monsieur. Cloette. Cloette du Montresor, the Dhampir. Enchanté."