"The Benevolent Vampire" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

Emelia Winston
5’9”, 34B-24-34
Firm, gravity-defying breasts with large, dark-pink perma-pert nipples; long, sleek legs.
Thick, black hair, long to her waist.
Dark, flawless skin (she is somewhat of a Heinz 57 ethically)
Dark brown eyes
Perfect, white smile; her fangs (canines) extend on demand.

It was past 9pm on a dark, cloudy late April evening when Emelia pulled her 2019 Jaguar XE sedan up to the roll up doors of tiny Brownsville’s only still operating garage. She was happily surprised to both see and hear a mechanic still on duty, working under an old Ford truck lifted up on jack stands.

She couldn't know the reasons behind the garage’s long hours but didn't question them. As unfortunate as auto trouble was, the timing of the engine pinging couldn't have been better, just 1 mile before the Brownsville off ramp.

Of course, Emelia hadn't realized that the town of just 600 souls was almost 30 miles from the freeway. Add to that the fact that the next big city down the freeway was another 30 miles and Brownsville was isolated.

The mechanic rolled out from under the pickup on an old, wobbly, squealing creeper. He sat up and silently studied Emelia as she exited the Jag and strode his way.

“Excuse me,” she said politely. “I know that this is all very spur of the moment, but I was wondering if you could take a look at my car. It is making quite a ruckus.”

Emelia had left the engine running. It was pinging loudly by now, and smoke was just beginning to blow out from under the hood

“Should I perhaps turn it off…?” she asked, “...or…?”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"God dammit!" Clark cussed as the large wrench he was holding slipped and he banged his knuckle against the undercarriage of the old truck. It wasn't the first time he'd hurt himself on this old and rusted truck, and knows it wouldn't be the last time. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and soaked up the blood as it pooled on the surface before lifting the bleeding digit to his lips.

As he was sucking on his knuckle and surveying the undercarriage of the truck, Clark heard the car coming up the road long before he saw it. The pinging sound was a dead giveaway, and it made him cringe, especially since he knew how far away from the highway they were. He couldn't help but feel bad for whoever was driving the car though, and hoped that they were driving slow on the road here, taking it easy on the poor car to minimize the damage to the poor engine.

When the car stopped in front of his garage, because of course it stopped in front of his garage, he wasn't surprised. His was the only one that hadn't closed down after all. He slowly rolled out from under the truck to see what poor sap had happened upon Brownsville. What he saw when he sat up though, was anything but a poor sap. The beautiful black jag in front of him was truly a sight to behold, damn near spotless. One could swear that it had somehow been able to repel the dirt and grass of the road that he knew the car had had to drive on to get here. The only sign that something was wrong with the poor thing, was the pinging noise coming from the engine and the white smoke starting to blow from beneath the hood.

As if the car itself wasn't surprise enough, the sight of the woman, as exotic and beautiful as her car, exiting it and walking towards him, then speaking with an accent that he didn't recognize, which was a surprise for him, because Clark had a knack for accents, something he'd picked up over his fifty years of life. He made it a point to ask her about it some time.

"I...um..." Clark said as he stumbled to his feet and took the baseball hat off, revealing the ever-widening bald spot on the top of his head, surrounded by the rest of his salt and pepper hair. "Of course, ma'am, I can take a look at it." He gave her a smile as he wiped his hands on the cloth he was holding and walked past her, moving towards the open door of her car and peeking inside far enough to see the hood latch and triggering it. He then moved back around to the front of the car and triggered the secondary exterior hood latch to open it fully, using the cloth he held to do so, knowing that the hood would be hot to the touch. He leaned back as he opened the hood, because of the billow of white smoke that they both likely expected before latching the hood open and giving it a look. The white smoke in and of itself was a bad sign, and the rest of his brief inspection didn't yield much better results. He tinkered with this and that, checked the fluid here and there, but in the end, he knew what he was going to have to do, and when he was done, he unlatched the hood, and closed it before turning back towards the woman.

"Well...I've got some good news and some bad news..." Clark started, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck as he lifted his gaze to meet the woman's dark brown one. "The good news...is that I don't think the damage is that bad, considering you've likely been driving like this for thirty miles." His gaze dropped a bit, his cheeks flushing slightly with shame. He didn't like admitting his failures before such a beautiful woman, but he didn't have it in him to lie to her. "The bad news is that I won't be able to fix it tonight. I'm not the best with European cars to be honest, and don't have the tools for the job. There's more good news though. There is a guy in town who has the tools and the knowhow. So if you'd be so kind as to wait until tomorrow, I should be able to give you some specifics. There's a motel just up the street if you need a place to stay for the night, and Herrings across the street makes some pretty good drinks and the best burgers you've ever had if I do say so myself."