Bloody Potomac 3, Let the Children Die

By Carl Reader

Tasha O'Burke, the President's vampire daughter, gives birth to a baby boy who shows great promise to grow into a powerful member of the clan. From the moment he's born, he shows a lusty desire for blood, but the Washington Ghouls see him as a bargaining chip to get what they want - more and more war dead to feed their perverted appetites for corpses. They kidnap Little Anthony and threaten Tasha she'll never see him again unless her father prolongs the death and destruction of endless war to feed their hunger. The vampire baby has a surprise for the Ghouls, but eventually Tasha and her girlfriend Cari Anne Pomegranate have to rush to save the boy, but that turns out to be more dangerous and complicated than they anticipated. And they have to decide if it's worth killing a hundred strange children to save Little Anthony ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carl Reader
• Release date: May 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476450490

Carl Reader

Carl Reader trained as a journalist at Temple University and has worked as a reporter, photographer and editor in Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Montana. He's published short stories in literary magazines and on the Internet and has self-published a children's Christmas story called THE TWELFTH ELF OF KINDNESS.That book was partially published in Russia under the Sister Cities program. He's also self-published a novella called THE PERSECUTION OF WILLIAM PENN, which has been well-received in several college libraries. He works as a professional photographer and freelance writer.

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Bloody Potomac 3

Let the Children Die

By

Carl Reader

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Other works by this author:

Bloody Potomac, The President’s Vampire Daughter

Bloody Potomac 2, My Mother Bites

The Hostage of Vampire Valley

Three Horror Tales

Bloody Potomac 3

Let the Children Die

1

When the baby was born, there was no question he was a vampire.

With the stress of leaving his mother’s womb, he bared his fangs and opened his red eyes.

The doctor gasped.

He’s the most beautiful child I’ve ever seen, the nurse said.

He’s a freak of beauty, said the doctor. I’ve never seen a movie star this beautiful.

But the beautiful boy wasn’t the type to take the attack of birth without responding. Entering this cruel but delicious world is an assault upon anyone’s peace of mind.

He wasn’t breathing. The doctor, who barely acknowledged the tiny fangs and red eyes, since the child was so dazzling, knew just what to do. He held the blood-slathered tiny body up by the ankles and slapped his ass smartly.

That the boy construed as an attack. He and twisted and bent at the waist violently. He managed to nick the doctor’s wrist twice with his right fang but drew no blood.

He did not cry, but he did breathe.

This little one’s a biter, the doctor said to the nurse, shaking his hand to numb the pain. Here, you take him before he does anymore damage to me.

Sure …Oh, sweetie, come to your momma, the nurse said. She eagerly cradled the child in her arms. Did that mean man slap you? Come to momma.

The nurse was indeed a mother, having had six lovely children, but she was not this baby’s mother. The nurse had a pair of very happily large and child-useful mammary glands, toward which the child eagerly gravitated, and she knew how to please a baby boy with them. She held the child close to her left breast for comfort, and cooed at him.

There, there. Is that better?

He bit deeply into the breast and blood spurted all over his face and down the front of the nurse’s white uniform. Her scream shattered the peace of the room as though a hammer had hit glass, and the doctor had to pry the boy off with two fingers in his nose and the other hand pulling down on his lower lip.

You little bastard!

I’m so sorry, said Tasha O’Burke, the boy’s real mother. She was still gasping from the delivery. I don’t know why he’s acting this way. He must be really hungry. Give him to me, please.

The doctor was too frightened of the boy to hold him, so with two fingers in the tot’s nose he carried him to Tasha.

Tasha opened her hospital gown and bared a swollen, voluptuous breast.

The child must have thought now this was heaven, as he calmed down immediately and settled with great pleasure on his mother’s willing nipple.

He suckled there contentedly while the doctor stepped away and sighed.

Well, that’s a relief. I guess that was all he needed after all. He just mistook where he could get it.

Tasha beamed, as contented as the baby, with the first generous act of her teenage motherhood.

I think I want to name him Anthony, Tasha said, after his dead father. His father died fighting for his country, you know.

Then I think it’s appropriate.

Do you mind, Cari Anne? Tasha asked, looking up at her lover. You don’t mind if we named him Anthony, do you?

I don’t mind at all. Anthony was a wonderful man, and I’d be happy to help raise a boy with his name.

Are you two together? the doctor asked.

Now and forever, answered Cari Anne.

She took Tasha’s free hand.

Then it’s good the boy has two parents, the doctor said, especially if the father’s no longer with us.

He left the maternity ward as a man pleased with this work.

He was an open-minded, liberal man who meant what he said about two loving women raising a baby.

He just didn’t know that the mother who had just birthed the boy was not giving him milk through her breast, but blood. Tasha knew what the little vampire needed, and that was why the boy at first had been upset at entering a world that seemed hostile and unconcerned with