Mrs. Aneworth (corrected)
 
 
It was a pleasant spring of the year 1920 at the english village of Maxley when one Thomas Greene gained two new delightful neighbors, mrs. Aneworth and miss Combb.
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth was quick to become a favorite amongst the village, being surprisingly jolly and energetic for a widow, and proving herself a superb hostess who could sing and play the piano to entertain her guests during her memorable parties.
 
 
 
Miss Francine Combb, on the other hand, was a bachelor who always kept to herself, and in general had a lonely and introspective disposition. She never threw or attended parties, and only called by her very few close friends.
 
 
 
But the women’s contrast didn’t end there. Mrs. Aneworth was tall and plump, loved jewelry and dresses with cleavage that displayed part of her large breasts. When out in the sun, she wore highly fashion large hats. Although she swore being forty-five, her perfect pale skin and coal-black hair made everyone think she was some ten, perhaps fifteen, years younger.
 
 
 
The more reserved Miss Combb was a short and skinny woman, who used glasses and despised jewelry. Her dresses were simple and dull, and she lacked the womanly shape of her rival. In her twenties, she looked thirty years old, and always wearing her dirt-blonde hair in a bun didn’t help her case at all.
 
 
 
Calling them rivals would be only partly true, since both were pretty good friends with Thomas Greene. Combb enjoyed lecturing him and Aneworth thought Thomas was a charming and agreeable man. The problem was, miss Combb seemed to deeply dislike mrs. Aneworth, a feeling which the older woman had some suspicion of and made her quite uncomfortable.
 
 
 
One day mrs. Aneworth had called by mr. Greene and was talking as cheerfully as usual while both of them played cards:
 
 
 
“Oh, I’m telling you, Tom! Bras are only fit for meek cowards or shrews! A woman’s gifts should be displayed comfortably and proudly! They need fresh air as much as we do!” As if to prove her point, mrs. Aneworth’s plentiful bosom jiggled inside her comfy dress, distracting Thomas and terribly sabotaging his game. “Look, I win again! Ohohoho, and you even told me you were very good at this game! Be a darling and fetch me a cigar, will you?”
 
 
 
Thomas fetched and lighted a cigar for his game companion and heard gentle knocks at the door. He excused himself and went to see who was behind the sound, leaving mrs. Aneworth alone at the table as she smoked like a movie-actress. He opened the door and saw the familiar slight smile of miss Combb.
 
 
 
“Good afternoon, mister Greene! I thought it wouldn’t be inconvenient if I called by,” The younger neighbor then seemed to notice that mrs. Aneworth had the same idea, and her tone grew a little serious. “But I hope I’m not interrupting something important…
 
 
 
“Don’t be like that, come right in! You are most welcome in my home!” Thomas guided miss Combb to where he was before along his previous guest. “Me and mrs. Aneworth were just playing some of the most intense games that ever used cards! You are free to join, if you like.”
 
 
 
The women traded awkward glares. Both were clearly tense. Mrs. Aneworth took a deep smoke and miss Combb cleared her throat, then announced:
 
 
 
“I fear I am most awful when it comes to card games! But I’d be delighted to watch closely. I heard you are pretty good at those, aren’t you, mrs. Aneworth?
 
 
 
“I’m…I’m not sure,” mrs. Aneworth suddenly rose from her chair, and said in a hurried manner. “I am deeply sorry, Tom and miss Combb, but I just remembered I have an assignment of great importance! How ditzy, playing cards at a time like that! Now, if you’ll excuse me…
 
 
 
The widow left her friends house, to Combb’s relief and Greene’s puzzlement.
 
 
 
“Well, that’s most uncalled for!” Said the man, scratching his head. “What a strange way to end an evening’s game!”
 
 
 
“I’m sorry I ruined you little game, “Tom”,”Francine said, sarcastically. “But you’re better off talking with me today. I have some very interesting things to tell you.”
 
 
 
“Well, go ahead! I’m all ears! Would it be a….peculiar kind of narrative?”
 
 
 
Greene knew his friend’s favorite topic was the unknown and supernatural, which she frequently lectured him about.
 
 
 
“You are right. And todays theme in the mysterious plague known to mankind since the ancient past as vampirism,” Francine talked about how vampires were humans who were possessed, or better yet, assimilated to gluttony evil spirits and gained awesome powers as the one to fly as a bat or insect, and in exchange developed a nasty thirst for human blood. She talked about how they could, after corporeal death, wander the night in search of prey, and talked about their omnipresence in human folklore. She ended her daily lecture in a weird note, though. “And the most recent known case of vampirism was an outbreak in India, precisely in the town where mr. Aneworth worked and lived with his wife, and where he met his end.”
 
 
 
“This is, naturally, only an old wives’ tale, correct?”
 
 
 
“Well, you may take your own conclusion. It would be wise, though, to try to expend a little less time with that….other neighbor.”
 
 
 
“If I may ask, why do you dislike mrs. Aneworth so much? As far as I know she never did you any harm, and she’s such a affectionate lady too!” Thomas Greene was indeed perplexed by his neighbors’ relationship.
 
 
 
“Dislike might not be the correct word. I’m both repelled and attracted to that friend of yours. But I stayed here for too long, time to say goodbye.”
 
 
 
The following month Maxley had a terrible case of disease and indisposition attributed to the awful bites of the fat gnats that reproduced the most during the hot climate of that period. One day, Thomas Greene decided to call by his good friend mrs. Aneworth to see how she was doing and perhaps talking and playing a little.
 
 
 
He intended to knock the door, but before he would he noticed the mature woman tending to her beautiful garden.
 
 
 
“It looks like the gnats couldn’t stand your bright disposition and you were spared from the trending health problems of the season, mrs. Aneworth!”
 
 
 
 
 
“Tom! How great to see you, darling! Lovely day to deal with the plants, isn’t it?” The widow rose from the ground, towering above her male friend, and he could see that she was clad in her gardening attire, and an elegant hat protected her from the intense sun. He also couldn’t help but stare at the rotund potbelly that escaped under the lady’s shirt, and mrs. Aneworth, noticing her neighbor’s insensitivity, blushed and laughed. “Don’t mind about that! My cook forgot how much of a pig her mistress is and made this big rice pudding. It was supposed to last the entire week, but I gobbled it down with a river of tea!”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth laughed again, this time more heartily. Thomas remembered seeing her stuffing herself during her parties and drinking enough tea to satisfy a small army, so it wasn’t hard to believe how she got that imposing bloat, but as she walked towards him with a smile on her face, her gut sloshing all along, he couldn’t help but think he saw a red gleam bellow her belly’s skin for a moment….
 
 
 
“Come right in!” The woman spoke, breaking his trance. “I have the most curious thing to show you!”
 
 
 
Thomas entered that beautiful house as he so frequently did before, and was guided by his even more beautiful guest towards a closed door he never saw open.
 
 
 
“This room is special, it was under development since I arrived here. Now that this project is complete, I believe you would enjoy seeing the marvel that lies beyond this door,” Mrs. Aneworth opened the door and went in, and Greene followed her.
 
 
 
It was an ample room, with some tables and chairs, and a large wood balustrade at the south-corner. The woman invited her friend to take a closer look by the balustrade and when he did he gasped loudly.
 
 
 
Some three or four meters below was a large pool, and inside of it swam a large brownish-black thing. Inspecting more thoughtfully Thomas concluded it was a fish, a cat-fish to be more precise. But he never saw one as big as an adult male, like that one surely was!
 
 
 
“Impressive, isn’t it? My husband, may he rest in peace, caught it in India and was too fascinated to kill it. It’s a giant devil cat-fish, and a particularly infamous one! He lived in a pond near a village, and the villagers saw him as a water-demon because he ate a cow, which is sacred in India. Well, that was the least unpleasant thing he ate, since rumors say he also had three villagers for dinner!”
 
 
 
“It’s a terrific pet!” Thomas finally found the energy to say.
 
 
 
“Indeed! And he shall make a great if weird companion to this gaming room of mine! Hope my aquatic friend doesn’t scare you away from accompanying me in this room many times.”
 
 
 
“It sure won’t, you have my word!”
 
 
 
“Good, very goOOOURP! Oh dear, pardon me! I shall scold that unruly cook! She is, I mean, her FOOD is not agreeing with me at all! You better leave before you witness another display of lack of manners by this air-headed friend of yours!”
 
 
 
For a moment, Thomas could swear he smelled something metallic in the air. He laughed and excused himself, returning to his home. He would be most surprised if he was to know that mrs. Aneworth’s cook was ill and bedridden since the previous day.
 
 
 
 
 
A week had passed since this exchange, and the village sickness had only gotten worse. Thomas Greene and Francine Combb belonged to the lucky minority of those who managed to avoid the virulent bites of the gnats that continued to multiply in Maxley. One night though mr. Greene was feeling a bit breathless and hot, so he dared to sleep with the bedroom window, which he always kept shut, open.
 
 
 
Feeling more fresh, he slept soundly. That is, until that terrible nightmare afflicted him. In what he believed to be a dream, he woke up from his bed and much like a somnambulant, mechanically walked towards the street. There he saw the most peculiar thing. Thomas Greene saw a bloated mrs. Aneworth lazily flying in Maxley’s night-sky.
 
 
 
He saw her force her plump form inside many open windows, and after a few minutes, saw her squeeze her way out of the houses she invaded. The sleepwalker frozen on the street then felt his consciousness leave his dream-body and stealthily fly towards mrs. Aneworth as she broke into another residence. Peeping by the window he  saw his neighbor bending over a couple who slept peacefully at their bed.
 
 
 
Thomas couldn’t see clearly what she was doing, but when she finished he saw mrs. Aneworth’s mouth and chin covered in a red liquid. She licked the rest of her meal and he was sure it was blood. The sudden horror forced his flying spirit to return to the dream-body, which proceeded to watch the monster’s night-feast.
 
 
 
With a trembling heart, he watched as mrs. Aneworth flew towards miss Combb’s window, only to back off after finding it closed and covered with garlic. The fiend then hurried to a big house, which Greene recognized as Major Purshall’s. The Major’s seventeen-years-old daughter was suffering as of late a most terrible case of fever and anemia. The poor blonde girl had lost a lot of weight and was bedridden.
 
 
 
It was to Greene's horror that he saw mrs. Aneworth emerge from the Purshalls window with an even more bloated and distended belly. His horror grew when he noticed the demoness was staring right at him. Mrs. Aneworth started to fly at his direction like a fat bat, and Thomas broke from his trance and rushed to his house, locking the front-door behind him.
 
 
 
He sighted In relief, thinking that he was safe, only to remember that his bedroom window was open. He rushed upstairs only to find his chubby neighbor having  already forced half of her body inside his room. To his luck though, it seemed like she was stuck, her childbearing hips, bloated belly and generally pear-shaped body working against her.
 
 
 
Nevertheless, she was trying to squeeze herself in, and by the looks of it, would soon manage to complete her goal. Her efforts where so formidable that she pressed a loud belch out of her insides. The vile eructation only added to Greene’s distress, and he searched his room for the one and only help he could think of.
 
 
 
Now mrs. Aneworth was being held only by her massive backside. Just a few more seconds and Thomas would be doomed. But he finally found it. The man held his crucifix and, trembling, approached the monster stuck at his window pane. Now Thomas could see hand marks and a face imprinted on the creature’s belly, something that almost made him drop his crucifix. At the sight of the holy object, mrs. Aneworth face contorted in a snarl, and with even more urgency than when she tried to catch her prey, did her best to escape back into the night. And she succeeded, disappearing and allowing Thomas Greene to rush and close his bedroom window.
 
 
 
Next morning Thomas woke up tired and with a headache, and a faint recalling of what he believed could only be the worst nightmare he ever had. After a good drink and a few minutes smoking his best cigar, he felt brand new. He forgot his nightmare and went by his day normally, until he heard the news about Major Purshall’s daughter’s disappearance.
 
 
 
The anemic girl vanished from thin air, leaving behind shocked parents and puzzled authorities. The horrified family doctor guaranteed that the poor lass couldn’t walk in such a weak state as the one she was in. Thomas shivered, and remembered his night-terror. What an awful coincidence it all was! Surely miss Combb’s supernatural talk had gotten to his nerves.
 
 
 
But Francine had a different opinion on the subject. She called by that afternoon and after hearing her friend narrate that awful dream, sat in contemplative silence for a few minutes.
 
 
 
“It truly was a most distressing experience,” She finally said. “Are you feeling well? Are sure she couldn’t lay her fangs on you?”
 
 
 
“What are you saying, miss Combb? As I already told you, it was only a nightmare! An awful one at that, but only that! Please don’t let your disliking of mrs. Aneworth cloud your judgm…”
 
 
 
“I’m sorry, my dear friend, but the one whose judgement is clouded is you. You said you saw the garlic in my window for the first time during that dream, and look at it! There it is, in the real world! And how do you explain poor miss Purshall’s disappearance? I assure you that the lass is either soup inside that vampire or already lies in the sewers!”
 
 
 
Thomas truly had no way to explain so many coincidences. He made his mind, and that evening he would make a visit to his neighbor, and be sure to be back home before the rise of the moon.
 
 
 
When mr. Greene called by mrs. Aneworth he was received by the smiling woman, but her smile was different from the usual one. It looked less jolly and more like the embarrassed smile of a child who was caught trying to steal cookies from the kitchen.
 
 
 
“I’m happy to see you, Tom!” The widow’s  courteous made her belly jiggle, and it’s contents sloshed loudly. Thomas did his best to act like he didn’t notice it at all, but he clearly saw that the belly was way bigger than usual. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit, dear?”
 
 
 
“Well, and there’s need for a reason? I am just calling by as you did so many times before.” He said, perhaps to harshly. He regretted his words, but mrs. Aneworth only blushed.
 
 
 
“Oh, you are indeed totally right! I ask for you pardon, Tom dearie, but your friend is not in her best mind today…the whole Purshall ordeal got me feeling terribly moody, and to add to my despair the gardener’s son got really sick. The poor boy got bitten by two of those damned gnats, probably while helping his father. We are very good friends, me and the boy, so my heart is hurt thinking about his health…”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth looked at the brink of tears, and forgetting his nightmare Thomas remembered that cheery woman that loved and was loved by all. Feeling the need to comfort her, mr. Greene hugged her and stroked her beautiful black hair.
 
 
 
“It’s going to be alright, my friend. I saw that boy working before, and I know he’s strong. Let Maxley’s doctor deal with it, and you will see how it’s all figured out soon enough.”
 
 
 
“Oh, Tom…you make a lady’s heart skip a bit…”
 
 
 
So close to mrs. Aneworth, Thomas could hear the disgusting sloshing and sucking sound that indicated her digested meal’s trip to her bowels. He remembered the fiend of his nightmare and the lovely lady he was now hugging, and asked himself if they could really be one in the same.
 
 
 
The next week, the gardener’s son condition only worsened. He was bedridden and suffering from anemia just like the Purshall girl. Mr. Greene and Miss Combb were close friends to the local doctor, mister Ward, and he was telling them about the two marks of gnat-bites at the teenager’s neck.
 
 
 
“May I see those bites, Ward?” Asked Combb.
 
 
 
“Sure thing. The boy’s in my house. Let’s all go see him.”
 
 
 
And the trio walked towards the doctor’s house, and were about to enter it when a fourth character approached them. It was mrs. Aneworth, smiling cheerfully and carrying a bowl of jelly.
 
 
 
“Oh, good evening, gentleman, miss Combb,” That last name she said with less musicality. “I was just planning to visit the lad myself! Since my cook had to….visit some relatives for an undetermined amount of time, I made this delicacy on my own. Perhaps something sweet might raise your patient’s spirits, doctor!”
 
 
 
“I believe it will, mrs. Aneworth. It looks delightful!”
 
 
 
“Thank you, you’re way too much generous, hohoho!” While the widow laughed Greene could also hear satisfied gurgles coming from her bloated belly.
 
 
 
“May I speak to you a moment, doctor Ward?” Miss Combb said coldly, before whispering something to the physician.
 
 
 
The doctor scratched his head then turned back to the other woman, speaking in an awkward manner.
 
 
 
“I’m sorry, mrs. Aneworth, but I believe that a visit of yours would excite the patient way too much.” When he said “excite”, mister Ward didn’t mean it in a naughty way, but he knew that when the teen saw the widow the little precious blood he had left flowed to the wrong head, which wasn’t ideal.
 
 
 
For a split second mrs. Aneworth stared into miss Combb’s eyes with hostility and rage strong enough to melt steel, but then her expression became heart-breakingly sad.
 
 
 
“Oh…I suppose you’re right, doctor (snif)….but we’re so close! We are like family, you see? Don’t you think it would be cruel to separate a mother from her child? And I’m not young anymore, my poor heart lacks the strength it once had…”
 
 
 
“Please, be strong, mrs. Aneworth,” Said doctor Ward, firmly. He was determined to protect his patient’s life for a potential fatal boner. “You won’t see him only for a few more days. It’s for the poor devil’s own good.”
 
 
 
“I understand…well, I think I’ll just let my jelly under your protection and go back home….”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth returned to her abode, visibly frustrated and defeated. Miss Combb saw the boy and showed the holes in his neck to Greene, who agreed they were clearly not caused by gnats. He was more inclined to believe in her stories now, and both felt that some action was needed.
 
 
 
That night, mrs. Aneworth flew towards doctor’s Ward housed and broke in his patient’s room by the open window Ward forgot to close like miss Combb told him too after the boy was moved to his place.
 
 
 
The sixteen-years-old woke from his feverish sleep to see a tall, portly and pale woman standing by the side of his bed, staring uncannily at him.
 
 
 
“Mistress… Aneworth…” The teenager gathered the strength to say those words. He knew what she was there for, and she could see the fear on his eyes.
 
 
 
“Oh, please, don’t look at my with those pathetic eyes! I already told you that it would end this way, and yet you didn’t care! I could suck you blood as long as I also sucked you down there! And I’ve been drinking you those two ways for long enough, now it’s time to eat!”
 
 
 
The young man started to tremble feebly, and a lonely tear fell from one of his eyes. Mrs. Aneworth wiped it with her finger, and said in a mocking voice:
 
 
 
“Oh, poor baby… don’t be sad, you won’t be lonely. See auntie’s big gut?” The vampire rocked it from one side to another, making its contents slosh and splash as they hit the stomach walls. “I’ll let you out a secret: your father’s in there! The fool started to suspect me, and accused me of poisoning you. If only he knew the truth! But he threatened me, so I drained him until he was as weak as you are, then I scarfed the idiot down so he could despair and lose consciousness slowly in a pool of his own life force!”
 
 
 
The teenager broke into tears after hearing those words, and tried to scream, but lacked strength to do so. He trembled more and gasped.
 
 
 
“Now, let’s join you father, boy,” The widow opened her mouth like a snake would, exposing her pointy canines that already made acquaintance with so many of the village’s necks. Her mouth was now millimeters away from his face, and he could feel her breath when he was suddenly hit by a powerful burp that sprayed saliva on him and burned his nostrils. The release of the scorching fumes deprived the gardener from a precious share of oxygen, signaling his demise. “Excuse me. Where were I? Oh, yes~”
 
 
 
The vampire started swallowing the sick boy face first. She easily lifted his thin-framed body and with the help of gravity, sent him to his doom in a matter of seconds. Mrs. Aneworth licked her lips and patted her distended, massive belly. Then suddenly a great problem came to her mind: how would a woman of her size leave by that window?
 
 
 
Trying to squeeze her way out was simply not possible, so she came to the conclusion that she would have to escape by the main door. She actually managed to do that, doctor Ward snoring even with all the noise she ended up making.
 
 
 
Finally, she was back to her home, where she could digest in peace. She burped loudly once more, then lied down at her comfy bed, and fell asleep thinking about how she loved being so engorged.
 
 
 
The next morning, mrs. Aneworth woke pretty much satisfied. She examined her rotund belly, now smaller than last night. The bloat was substituted by rolls of fat that jiggled when she moved. Feeling her breasts, the widow allowed herself a naughty smile.
 
 
 
“My, my….by the looks of it, father and son were eager to add to my chest! BooOOOOOOOUUUUUoooooouOOORP!” The vampire let out an earth-shaking burp, then felt something stuck on her throat. Putting her hand inside her mouth, mrs. Aneworth pulled out a tangle of wet and deformed fabric that once were several pieces of clothing. She tossed the tangling mess aside, a bit disgusted, then coughed up two pairs of half-digested shoes on the floor. “Oh, heavens, I fell much better now. It seems like their clothes floated on the acid pool inside my stomach instead of being sucked to my intestines alongside their owners, as it usually happens…oh, well.”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth clumsily got out of her bed, still a bit groggy from last night’s banquet. She dressed herself and went by her day, with the only proof of her cruel adventure being a powerful fart that knocked an unlucky young maid down with it’s sheer force. Later that day, the widow heard several knocks at her door.
 
 
 
She opened it to find mister Thomas Greene and miss Francine Combb standing there. Thomas seemed jolly, and Francine hesitant. Thomas held something with both hands.
 
 
 
“Good evening, mrs. Aneworth! Thought it would cheer you up if I called by today! Saw miss Combb looking lonely on my way here and decided to drag her along,” Thomas lied, since the whole visit was miss Combb’s plan. “Hope you don’t mind!”
 
 
 
“Hmmm…well…” Mrs. Aneworth was biting her lower lip, a bit uncomfortable.
 
 
 
“Oh, and I’ve even brought you a roasted chicken!” Greene extended forward the large plate he carried, containing a beautiful and fragrant chicken.
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth’s mouth watered and she forgot her rivalry with miss Combb, inviting both neighbors inside.
 
 
 
“I’ll prepare the game room for us! Just wait me here, and don’t start eating that delightful roast while I’m gone, hohoho!” The widow darted excitingly out of their presence.
 
 
 
“Are you sure she won’t be able to smell all that garlic you put on the chicken?” Thomas whispered to his partner, sweating.
 
 
 
“If she could she would already have smelled it at the entrance. I filled it with special herbs and sauces that perfectly hide the garlic. Now try to look unconcerned, the fiend’s coming back.”
 
 
 
“Follow me dears, there’s a big table for the four of us, chicken included, and some cards to entertain me and Tom.” They followed the jolly woman to her peculiar gaming room, and sat at the large table she prepared for them.” Tom dearie, you wouldn’t mind if I played while eating, yes?”
 
 
 
For a split second her neighbors exchanged a nervous glance, then Thomas said, coolly:
 
 
 
“Not at all, enjoy it!”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth smiled warmly, and hold her cards with one hand while pulling a chicken leg with the other one. She voraciously put the hole thing on her mouth, cleaning the bone from the meat in a moment. Then her happy face suddenly turned into a grimace, her eyes becoming watery. She looked sick.
 
 
 
“Are you…are you alright, mrs. Aneworth?!” Thomas faked sincere worry, even rising from the table.
 
 
 
“I feel…queasy…oh, it all burns inside! The worst heartburn of my life….is that chicken rotten?!” Her voice was trembling, and she had tears in her eyes.
 
 
 
Then mrs. Aneworth belched painfully and started to regurgitate a large amount of blood on the floor. Miss Combb calmly rose from the table and took a crucifix out of her pocket. At the sight of the object, mrs. Aneworth backed off a little.
 
 
 
“That blood is not yours, is it?” The younger woman said, with a hint of rage in her voice.
 
 
 
“What…what do you mean? The chicken made my stomach sick, that’s all!” The widow shook her head.
 
 
 
“Of course it made you sick, it had garlic as an ingredient. Tons of it. Garlic never tends to agree with vampires.” Francine said with even more hostility.
 
 
 
“Vam….VAMPIRE?! What are you talking about, you mad woman? Tom, are you hearing what that crazy friend of yours is saying?!”
 
 
 
“If you’re not a vampire, mrs. Aneworth,” Thomas said with a hesitant voice. “Why don’t you eat the rest of the chicken? It isn’t rotten at all.”
 
 
 
“W-Well, I’m already full! And I’d rather play than eat right no…ARG!” The brunette backed off even more, Francine having raised the crucifix in her direction.
 
 
 
“And why do you cower before this?” Miss Combb provoked. “Saying you belong to a different faith won’t justify your reaction: it looks like you’re being hurt by it.”
 
 
 
“Damn…damn you, bitch!” mrs. Aneworth lost her cool. “Close that mouth of yours, you dry, bland woman! If I sat on you, you would break like a bunch of sticks! Arg!
 
 
 
Miss Combb was starting to walk towards mrs. Aneworth, and Thomas, who revealed his own crucifix, was doing the same. The vampire was walking backwards towards her balustrade.
 
 
 
“Tom, please! Stop this madwoman, I beg of you!”
 
 
 
“Mrs. Aneworth…everybody loved you, and you treated us like cattle…that wasn’t a nightmare, you really tried to kill me!”
 
 
 
“I wouldn’t kill you, I rarely do with the first bite! I just wanted you to get sick so I could tend to you myself! You’re different from the others, Tom! You’re the only one that I see as a friend and not food!”
 
 
 
“Did you see your husband as a friend too?” Asked Combb, with contempt. “They never found his body. You ate him.”
 
 
 
“I had to! He was the first infected, and he was the one who turned me! But he had no powers while I could fly every night, and he grew envious. I ate him before he could eat me!”
 
 
 
“And the gardener’s boy and young miss Purshall?” Asked Thomas Greene. “You ate them in self defense too?”
 
 
 
“Oh, who cares about those little things?!” mrs. Aneworth grew angrier. “What’s the problem if I need to eat a brat one time or another? People can always have more children!”
 
 
 
Thomas Greene was disgusted by his former friend. He walked towards her holding his crucifix even higher and more confidently than miss Combb. The vampire was retreating instinctively over the balustrade, and realized too late her mistake in doing that. The large woman lost her balance and fell to the big pool bellow with a thundering splash.
 
 
 
“Fast, mister Greene! Let’s jump too and finish her off with the crucifixes! We can’t suffer the vampire to escape!” Francine grew desperate.
 
 
 
“By God, hold, miss Combb! Don’t jump there! Look!” Thomas grabbed Francine by her shoulder, stopping her. Both friends then rushed to the balustrade to see what was happening to mrs. Aneworth.
 
 
 
The vampire was making a fuss in the pool, desperately trying to swim to somewhere safe, to no avail. The duo then saw a large and black shape eagerly swim towards the woman. Mrs. Aneworth screamed and there where several splashes of water that indicated a fight.
 
 
 
“God, I can’t see a thing! Those damned splashes!” Thomas said, frustrated.
 
 
 
The fight finally stopped, and the two neighbors noticed that only the black shape remained. But it was larger. The bloated giant devil cat-fish belched loudly and proudly from having defeated such a large prey, and swam lazily while the plumb woman tightly stuck inside him fought uselessly.
 
 
 
“Should we perhaps…help her?” Asked a pale mister Greene.
 
 
 
“No, let poetic justice end the fiend. Her awful pet shall digest her before anyone even suspects where she went.” Miss Combb had a triumphant smirk in her face.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Two months had passed since mrs. Aneworth’s defeat, and Thomas Greene had almost forgot about his vampire-hunting adventure. The season of the oppressive heat and disgusting gnats had ended, and a new period of fresh air and gentle sunlight had started. The climate was so agreeable that mister Greene invited his younger sister Susan, who was pregnant, to spend some weeks in Maxley. He believed it would improve her health greatly.
 
 
 
One morning Thomas and Susan were chatting and drinking tea when an excited knock on the door was heard.
 
 
 
“Wait here, dear Susan. I’ll be right back.”
 
 
 
Thomas Greene opened the door to find his neighbor and best friend, miss Francine Combb, with her hands clasped in a tense manner around something.
 
 
 
“Oh, Thomas! It’s superb! And it’s awful! Very awful indeed!”
 
 
 
“Calm down, miss Combb! What happened?!”
 
 
 
“It’s her. She’s back….”
 
 
 
“Who’s… who’s back?” Asked a puzzled mr. Greene.
 
 
 
“Who else?! Mrs. Aneworth! The vampire!”
 
 
 
“Shhhhh! Don’t let my sister hear you!” Thomas whispered, sweating. “What do you mean, Francine? We both saw her demise, she was eaten by her pool’s giant beast! You guaranteed me that she was digested!”
 
 
 
“And indeed she was, but don’t you remember my lectures? Once their worldly life is extinguished, the vampire’s spirit takes almost physical shape and haunts mankind every night! And look at this!” Francine gave her friend a page ripped from Maxley’s local newspaper. “Three teenagers disappeared only this month, one each night!”
 
 
 
“By gosh…you can’t be serious…oh, why did I invite my sister? The poor girl would faint at the sight of that demon flying towards her!”
 
 
 
“And you better take extra care: vampires are vengeful fiends. She WILL come back to kill us once she feels confident she can!”
 
 
 
“And how can we destroy her?!” Asked Greene, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.
 
 
 
“Well…” Francine gulped. “You need to destroy the hellish corpse that shares a link with the evil soul.”
 
 
 
“But…but… there’s no corpse! Aneworth was digested! She’s….excrement! Fish-waste!”
 
 
 
“The link isn’t formed with the dejects in this case. I suspect she’s bonded to the monstrous fish who ate her!”
 
 
 
“Then we need to kill that cat-fish, is that so?” Thomas was feeling anxious.
 
 
 
“Yes, but it’s not possible. After the incident, the thing was shipped off to a friend of the late mr. Aneworth who lives in the Americas. We can’t simply travel there, she would drink and eat all of Maxley in the meantime!”
 
 
 
“Oh Lord! Then what do we do?!”
 
 
 
“If the vampire sustains enough damage caused by holy and magic means, it’s forced to vanish from the world of the living. I already started preparing our weapons: we shall hunt her again tonight.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And so they did: that night the duo left miss Combb’s house armed with crucifixes, blessed-stakes, bottles of holy water and garlic-necklaces. This last device Thomas forced his sister to wear, to much of her displeasure. He also instructed her to leave the bedroom window locked at all costs, no matter how hot the night got.
 
 
 
“Where is she? Are you sure she will really come, Francine?”
 
 
 
“Oh, I’m totally sure! In this form the vampire never misses a hunt. There she is, coming out of a window!”
 
 
 
Thomas gasped at the sight of his ex-neighbor. She wore a gracious white dress that floated like it was made of mist. Her sensual lips were crimson-red, her skin was pale like snow and her pretty hair was blacker than ever. Mrs. Aneworth also was plumper, but it didn’t seem like a problem in this new form. She could squeeze her way in and out of any opening with supernatural easiness.
 
 
 
To mister Greene’s despair, he noticed that the window from which the fiend emerged was none other than his house’s guest room, where his pregnant sister was sleeping that night.
 
 
 
“No!” He screamed. “Oh Susan, I know the night’s hot but you were supposed to be locked and safe! Don’t tell me she also was annoyed by the smell of garlic and took the necklace out!”
 
 
 
Thomas Greene’s loud voice called mrs. Aneworth’s attention to the wannabe vampire hunters. With a devilish grim that showed her two pointy teeth, the vampire flew towards her nemesis.
 
 
 
“Beware, Thomas!” miss Combb was quicker to reach, and raised a crucifix towards the demon, forcing her to fly back to the sky to avoid being hurt. “Keep it together, man! If we manage to dispel her in time, your sister will be saved!”
 
 
 
“She will??? Oh, now I feel my energy return! Don’t run from us, vampire! I’ll destroy you myself!”
 
 
 
But mrs. Aneworth wasn’t running away. She was preparing her next attack. From the blackness of night she erupted in a dive towards the duo, managing to knock Thomas down. His crucifix feel from his hand and was lost in the dark.
 
 
 
Thomas managed to rise from the street right in the time for another of the vampire’s falcon dives, but this time miss Combb backed him off. The younger woman threw an open bottle of holy water at the vampire, and mrs. Aneworth was forced to dodge the attack with a hiss.
 
 
 
Some of the blessed fluid managed to hit the vampire, who screamed in pain and flew back to the sky. The vampire-hunters were tensely waiting for her next strike. Suddenly, mrs. Aneworth dropped to the street between the duo. Before miss Combb could react, mrs. Aneworth slapped her in the face with superhuman strength, throwing her far away. Thomas froze and let his gear fall to the ground while he trembled in fear.
 
 
 
He could see someone fighting inside the vampire’s big belly, and heard his sister’s voice crying and screaming for help.
 
 
 
“S-Susan….!” He managed to speak meekly.
 
 
 
“So we meet again, dear Tom~” Mrs. Aneworth said with a beautiful voice full of musicality. “But this time I won’t be so nice: I no longer like you, so you are nothing but food now! Oh, you fool, if you only had chosen me instead of that flat-chested slut! The sex we could have had!”
 
 
 
“Spit my poor sister back! She’s got nothing to do with our fight!” He said to the vampire, who laughed deliciously.
 
 
 
“Are you joking, dear? I didn’t eat her to annoy you, although I love seeing that desperate face of yours! I ate was because OURP! ‘Scuse me! She was tasty! But don’t fret, you’re joining your baby-stuffed sister RIGHT NOW! Go down nicely, will you, dear?~”
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth opened her mouth like a snake’s to eat her former friend and Thomas started to see everything in slow motion. He saw miss Combb coming out of the darkness towards the unaware mrs. Aneworth, and he saw as Francine stared at the full moon in the sky with a grim.
 
 
 
Then her body started to change. Her dress was destroyed and she grew larger, until she was a two meters tall she-wolf covered in brown fur. Her only resemblance to the woman she had once been was her feminine outline and small furred breasts. Mrs. Aneworth finally noticed a presence behind her and saw in horror the thing that once was miss Combb.
 
 
 
“A lycanthrope?! But… it’s impossible!”
 
 
 
“I’ve been following you since India, you fat bat!” The beast spoke with the contrastingly mousy voice of miss Combb. “Vampires are a werewolf’s favorite food, and you are bound to be a feast!”
 
 
 
“Wait, hound! Don’t you dare!” The vampire screamed in fright, but it was too late.
 
 
 
The she-wolf opened her mouth and swallowed air with all her might, and mrs. Aneworth’s body started to be sucked in like it was truly made of mist. Thomas watched in horror as the older woman tried to hold onto something while her body disappeared behind Francine’s mouth. The more the lycanthrope swallowed, more her furred belly inflated.
 
 
 
Finally, only mrs. Aneworth’s head was out of the wolf’s gut.
 
 
 
“D-Damn you, Combb! Damn your bitch-hide in the depths of He…” But she was interrupted when Francine finished swallowing her whole.
 
 
 
The werewolf licked her lips and released a loud and airy belch.
 
 
 
“Tasty whore! Hope you enjoy being a werewolf’s meal~”
 
 
 
“Christ….Francine…” Thomas was about to faint.
 
 
 
“Sorry for not telling you before, but I became a lycanthrope some years ago in a trip to Eastern Europe. I wanted to keep it a secret until I gobbled the old cow down. But I was pretty cool, was I not? Swallowed the fat bat like a big and plump marshmallow! She was mostly gaseous, but being trapped inside a closed space is forcing her to solidify, so she is going to be digested…”
 
 
 
“By Jove, Francine! My sister’s still there!”
 
 
 
“Oh, right…oops!”
 
 
 
“Vampires and werewolves…oh, dear God…” Mister Greene trembled before fainting, much to miss Combb’s surprise.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He woke up In his bed the next morning feeling sick and frightened. He had hands down the worst nightmare a human being ever had. He almost fainted again when miss Combb entered his room and he knew he didn’t dream it all.
 
 
 
Miss Combb gained weight. A lot of weight. The once small and skinny bachelor was plumper than mrs. Aneworth had been, and her nonexistent breasts had become massive jugs that jumped from her new dress’ big cleavage as she walked towards him.
 
 
 
Her massive belly was composed of multiple rolls of fat, and her jiggling butt could block the sun.
 
 
 
“Good morning, sunshine!” Francine said in a cheery tone, with rosy cheeks. “I tended to you all night, and really hope you’re feeling better now!”
 
 
 
“Francine! My sister…?”
 
 
 
“No good. She had to be sacrificed so we could destroy this evil,” She slapped her belly and burped with satisfaction. “Heaven rest her filling soul. But don’t look so sad, look how much the bat-whore and your sister helped my body!”
 
 
 
Francine pressed her titanic breasts against one another and Thomas had to look the other way, blushing, then he said:
 
 
 
“Sacrificed to destroy evil! What a load of baloney! Aren’t you an evil monster too?!”
 
 
 
“Monster? Perhaps. Evil? I wouldn’t say so. I saved you back there, don’t you remember? You should be grateful, darling~”
 
 
 
“W-Well, you’re totally right,” Mister Greene blushed even more. “I’m really grateful, miss Combb. I owe my life to you, even if you’re….not exactly human. But I still don’t know what to tell my sister’s husband what happened to Susan when he finally comes to pick her up…”
 
 
 
“Tell him she became fat in my butt after a bitchy vampire ate her. Oh, and drop with the miss Combb! Call me only Francine from now on, alright? Or even better, miss Greene!”
 
 
 
“What…what do you mean?!”
 
 
 
“We are going to get married. It’s the only way I could leave a man who knows my secret alive, you know~” Francine suddenly let out a lengthy fart and laughed. “Sorry, mrs. vampire’s ethereal body was partly gaseous, so I got to flatulate her out!”
 
 
 
As his future wife kissed him on the cheek, mister Greene felt sick again. A vampire neighbor and a werewolf bride! He could only hope the honeymoon wasn’t also a full moon!