Vampires
Viktor entered the house as the butcher was carving out the lungs of the third victim. He was impressed with the lack of blood wasted.
The butcher hollowed out the corpses, after completely siphoning out the blood into blood bags. The organs all nested in coolers, packed in dry ice, ready for market.
After the butcher secured the last harvestable organ he turned, and saw the man standing in the doorway. The butcher froze in his tracks and said nothing.
Viktor walked into the room and rummaged through the nylon duffel bag near the entrance. He pulled out a scanner and turned it on. He pointed it at himself and watched the butcher’s complexion began to pale. The scanner read no vital signs. Viktor smiled politely then turned it off.
“So,” Viktor placed the scanner back in the bag. Then walked towards the middle of the room as he spoke, “You know what you are dealing with.”
“No.” The butcher shook his head slowly. He was both surprised and full of disbelief, his words bordering a gasp, “I most certainly do not.” He had never seen readings on his scanner like that for a live person.
Viktor stood in the center of the room. “You take from criminals only, you harm no law abiding citizen?” he questioned.
The butcher answered in an unsure tone, “Yes.”
“That is very noble, Sir.” Viktor said as if the man should be commended.
“Thank you.” The butcher was still unsure of the stranger’s motives.
“That is a rare quality these days.” Viktor looked the man in the eye.
“Yes, I suppose so.” the man nervously agreed. “But I sell the parts on the black market, it’s not as noble as you make it out to be.” The butcher knew the words were probably going to get him killed instead of save him, though he said them anyway.
“Honest as well.” Viktor’s face turned from pleasant to annoyed. “I am sorry I have to do this.” Viktor looked at the aged man. “At your age you should be enjoying the fact you have lived so long. You should be resting and relaxing and watching your great grandchildren play. However, remorse is a luxury I have never been able to afford. I am in need of your skill. Forgive me for condemning you, if only I had found you sooner this would have been a more pleasurable experience.”
The butcher was unable to move, fear had gripped his joints. He watched as the stranger held up a syringe he had pulled out of the nylon duffle bag. The stranger inserted it into a vein and withdrew blood into it.
Slowly, Viktor walked towards the man and inserted the needle into the jugular and injected the man with vampire blood.
The butcher’s eyes widened in shock, he grasped at his neck and walked backwards into his last victim. He never spoke a word, he just collapsed to the ground.