• Night of the Vampire


    Another night, another kill, that is how I live. I live off the sweet nectar of life, and to do that, I must take it from others. Tonight is no different. As to where I am going to hunt, I’ll go wherever the wind takes me. Whose life shall I take next?

    As I walk through the deserted, darkened streets, I take the time to take in the sights. This city seems desolate to me. No people walk the streets, no cars drive by on the road… I am alone. The thirst rages on inside of me and my mouth feels as dry as a desert. A light breeze blows through and rustles litter and bits of leaves about the ground. I pull the loose, black trench coat I am wearing more snugly around me. There’s no need really; I don’t feel cold. It’s just a mortal habit I suppose. Old habits die hard, as they say.

    I let out a small sigh, and wonder if I’ll find anybody in this place. Except for the occasional stray animal, no living thing wanders the city. My preternatural hearing picks up laughter and talking from inside the buildings and apartments. Releasing another sigh, I push a hand through my hair. The thirst had me in an excruciating vice-grip and felt as if it would crush me if I did not satisfy it soon.

    I could smell it long before I saw it… my prey. The intoxicating scent of masculine spice drifts toward me, and in an instant, my hunger boils all the more stronger. I look up and see him just ahead of me, a tall man dressed in a fine suit walking out of an office building with his briefcase in hand. He looks to be in his late twenties, with curling black hair and rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, framing his dark eyes. He was very good looking and suited my taste in men just fine.

    Knowing that he was the one, I began to follow him, melding into the shadows so as not to be seen. By now, the thirst drove me mad, but I am able to restrain myself. I enjoy the art of stalking and feeding and refuse to be like the new generation of Dark Ones these days who just act sloppy when doing these things. Amateur fledglings, that’s what they are. I fall into step with the man, my footsteps soundless. We enter a park with a small forest of trees surrounding the area. My time to strike is now.

    I close in on him and wrap my arms tightly around him from behind. He freezes instantly, and I can feel him stiffen with fear.

    “Who’s there?” he asks, his voice laced with shock. Were I just another vampire, I would not have answered, but I on the other hand loved to toy with my victims before they died. The man attempts to struggle, but I hold tight to him, aided by my vampiric strength. I smile, leaning close to whisper in his ear,

    “I am just a mere phantom and nothing more. I prowl the night in search of prey. Tonight… I’ve chosen you…,” I say as I turn him around in my embrace. I look up into his eyes; the pale moonlight spilling through the tree branches reveals his emotions. He knew that he might not live this night. “We’re all alone, so no one will hear you if you shout for help. Accept your fate, dear one, ‘tis a great honor to be one of my victims. I am one of the first vampires to ever come into being. I hope you cite me as the one whom liberated you from life when you arrive at the gates of the afterlife,” I chuckle darkly.

    I press my face to his neck, inhaling the wonderful scent of him. My lips part as my fangs roll down and I bury them into his delicate flesh. The warm, rich liquid flows into my mouth the moment I pierce his skin. I swoon from the lush taste, drinking deeply of him. Ah, the taste of his lifeblood is sweeter than any dessert I have tasted when I was still mortal. Energy and warmth electrifies through me, sending me into a spectacular ecstasy. Though his blood drove me insane, I did not lose control. I wanted to savor the moment.

    The man began to weaken in my arms, and as his legs gave way, we slowly sank to the ground like lovers. I take one last gulp and dislodge from his neck, sighing with pleasure and licking my lips free of blood. I flick my gaze down upon him with a smile. He had paled considerably, and his breathing is labored. I can hear his heart slowing to a soft beat. I stroke his hair as his lay on my lap.

    “Heh, I am surprised you’re still alive,” I coo, continuing to pet his head softly, “Usually, you would have already passed by now, but it will all be over soon… you can’t last much longer.” I gently set his head on the ground and stand. “I won’t leave you here. One must always clean up after eating,” I laughed, “I am not one to carelessly leave bodies strew about at every site I feed at.” I shrug, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest.

    “…No… I can’t die… not… yet…,” the man rasps weakly. He painstakingly slides up into somewhat of a sitting position and leans against a nearby tree.

    “My, my, what a stubborn one you are. Drained to the point of death and still wanting to live. You’re strong… I like that. Perhaps we could strike a bargain?” I raise an eyebrow as a smile plays upon my lips. “I’ll let you live… but in return; you will become my companion and servant for all eternity.” I crouch next to him as I look into his eyes, tilting up his chin. There was a fire in those dark pools that were his eyes. “You’ll be mine forever…”

    “I…,” he pauses for a moment, furrowing his brow in thought before answering, “…I’ll do it,” the man answers, making me grin.

    “Excellent. What is your name, love?” I question, purring the words gently to him.

    “Vincent Bradford…”

    “Pleased to meet you, I am known as Lia.”

    I gently kiss his forehead, and then raise my wrist to my lips. “In order to become my companion, you must first become a vampire. To do that, you must drink some of my blood,” I explained, and he nodded slowly. I bite my wrist and offer it to him. He took it and began to drink, shutting his eyes as he did so. Once Vincent was finished, I smile and kiss his cheek.

    “Welcome to the family, Vincent Bradford,” I say, taking his hand and leading him away from the park… and away from his mortal life.

    The End