After John passed out from the stress of being bitten, Jason surveyed their supplies, which consisted of three men. They sat along the wall, all tied up.
"What are you going to do with us?" one them asked.
"Leftovers," Jason simply said.
From behind him, he heard John moaning. He walked over to him and crouched down. "Feeling better?"
John groggily awoke. It had only been a few minutes since he got turned. The puncture wounds were still visible on his neck, as they haven't been healed yet. But already, his skin was losing its tan. And he could feel the canines in his mouth elongating into fangs. He still couldn't believe that he had been turned. He spent the last fifteen years of his life fighting against these creatures, and now he was becoming one of them.
Lisa stood up from the woman she was feeding on and walked to John and held her blood-soaked fingers in front of his face. "Hungry?"
John stared at the woman that Lisa had fed on. Her name was Julia and she was his wife. He wanted to kill that bitch Lisa for killing his wife, but his mind had switched to something else entirely. The blood on Lisa's hand. She held it close to his mouth and he involuntarily licked the blood off her. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste and texture of it. Then he licked some more. Then Lisa allowed him to suck it off her fingers.
When it was all gone, she asked him "Do you want more?" He did.
Jason was amazed at the speed of John's transformation. But he thought that maybe the blood had something to do with it.
Lisa and John knelt over his nearly dead wife. Part of him didn't want to do this ... to her. She was his wife. But another part of him, the vampire part, which was growing every second, just saw her as food. Nothing more. And that was the part that won. Without hesitation, he fed on his wife, enjoying every bit of it, until she was dead.
The three hunters that were tied up looked on with dismay.
