Vampire Conservationist

A pale man in a grey suit walked backwards down a dark floor made of coffin lids facing his tour group, a bunch of school children dressed in capes and fake fangs. At the children's side was a chaperone who had been giving him “the look” the entire tour. They came up to a large clear window on their right, framed with wooden stakes and polar bears were playing in the snow.

“On your right, you will see our prized attraction here at the Vampirical Zoo, our Polar Bears,” the pale man said.

The children all ran to the window, pressing their grubby faces against the glass. Their oohs and aahs were music to his ears and took delight in their happiness. The chaperone was more interested in him, sneaking glances while she pretended to care about the polar bears.

“Mr. Stephenson, how much do these polar bears weigh?” Patrica said, wanting to ask a question that was both educational for the students and gave him an opportunity to compliment her on her slimming figure.

“The males can get up about 900 pounds, while the females are usually around half that. They must watch their weight like Mrs. Fellis here," Mr. Stephenson said.

"It's Ms. Fellis," Patricia said, brushing her blonde hair to the side.

"Where do polar bears live?" one of the students said, briefly lifting her face away from the glass to look at him.

"They used to live in Antarctica, but due to the near extinction of them back in 2078 after the ice caps melted, we brought them here to live. So for the foreseeable future they live here in our artificial winter land."

"Do polar bears taste good?" one of the boys said.

"Henry." Patricia glared at the boy.

"It's alright. Polar bears don't taste good to humans, but to vampires they are quite tasty," he said, licking his lips.

"Vampires don't eat polar bears. They suck human blood," a little girl with pigtails said.

"Are you questioning a vampire?" Mr. Stephenson asked, showing his fanged teeth in his smile.

"Yes," the girl giggled.

Mr. Stephenson pretended to suck her neck, tickling her with his fangs and she giggled some more. Patricia was probably jealous of the little girl.

"Okay class, if you are done with the polar bears, feel free to go to the gift shop," Patricia said.

The children all cheered and ran off down the hall, leaving Mr. Stephenson all to herself.

"I have to say, my kids really enjoy your themed zoo."

"I'm glad they like it. At first I didn't think the polar bears fit the theme, but I do enjoy the flavor they provide.”

"And you pull off a very good sexy vampire," she said, ignoring his answer.

"I'm flattered, Ms. Fellis."

"Call me Patricia," she said, stepping closer to him.

Mr. Stephenson leaned in close near her ear. "Patricia. You want to know my secret to my good looks?"

"Desperately," she whispered back.

"Polar bear blood," Mr. Stephenson said and sucked on her neck like a human would.

She closed her eyes and let out a gasp of pleasure. He bit down on her with his fangs, but did not break the skin. Instead his eyes were transfixed on the polar bear. The polar bear made eye contact with him and staggered back in the exhibit. It knew that soon it would fall victim to his bite like the many bears before it that were still stuck deep underground. Their continued existence was only for one true purpose. To satisfy his thirst.