| She moved with grace, the girl was positively striking in every manner imaginable. I followed her through the park and down the empty streets. I watched her. Draped in black negligee, her tiny feet danced on the gravel as the moonlight lit up the night sky permitting me to hide in a familiar shadow. Her tawny hair floated ominously in the breeze, she was so near. I had become infatuated with her glowing skin, flushed rosily with life - so much life. It wasn't long before I craved for her even more. The blood in her veins was listening to me. I wanted to whisper back, but I knew she'd scream if she saw me. Mortal eyes saw baffled, startling sights - particularly the young ones who weren't quite familiar with the cruel world around them. The girl couldn't have been more than twenty-four... much younger than I - some three hundred years or so. Steadily she paced, eager to arrive nowhere of importance. She had a certain essence to her, much like the spirit of an immortal like myself. Yesterday was of no importance; all that mattered was the freedom she held in the palm of her hand as she traveled that same path she had trekked for as long as I could remember, staring up at the shimmering moon and falling in love with the velvety night sky. I admired her free spirit - freedom was merely a memory I had once held in the palm of my own hand. |
| If I had a pulse, it would have began to rush the very first night I came to her. She was only a small child then, twelve or thirteen years young. The deserted path was a dangerous location for a child like herself, especially with the moon as her only beam of hope if someone, or rather something were to leap out from the shadows and steal her innocence. Her fearlessness brought a smile to my face. She had always been an adventure seeker. In any case, I was there to watch over her every night and keep her safe. As the years went by, I noticed nobody used the path other than her and I. It baffled me, but I continued to see her every evening anyhow. I pursued her past her favourite coffee house, through the boats near the dock, then under the bridge by the creek until we were alone at last - two polar beings side by side, yet joined in fate. The urge was becoming stronger; I could smell her soul. Sometimes I convinced myself she knew I was watching her. Perhaps the reason she strolled down that path night after night was because she was waiting for me to appear from out of the darkness. I wanted to, more than ever. Every time I felt prepared however, I couldn't decide what would be done with her. Surely, when I first began watching the young lady all I longed for was to taste her. And although that urge has increased to unimaginable levels, there was a connection that had grown between us - something that couldn't be expressed with merely futile words. I loved her, and if she had known I was there, I'm certain she'd love me as well. This delectable creature whose name I did not know had captured my heart with her beauty and valor. Most humans were so occupied with inconsequential uncertainties and consumed by an astonishing amount of anger and animosity. She was the breathing pillar of my castle in the sky centerfold - profile and all. Tonight I would follow her more closely. I wanted to catch a first-class scent of her sweet aroma and feel her sinister spirit as I had many nights before. Her aura was stronger tonight, I couldn't quite figure out why she was so anxious. I looked up towards the moon; it was full. Perhaps she was superstitious. Surely, she didn't believe in such creatures as vampires. I chuckled at the thought of my own existence. Then I thought maybe it wasn't so foolish after all. She was in fact, the type of girl to have such fantasies. Perhaps she enjoyed making love under the moon when she arrived home - possibly with a vampire like myself in mind. I cringed at the thought of her in another's arms. I wanted to hold her down in my own crimson embrace. The sensation was irresistible. I wanted to sink my hungry fangs into her feeble neck and watch the blood trickle all the way down her limp, voluptuous body - past her collarbone, alongside her breasts and over her abdomen. The moon taunted me. It screamed, turn her into your kind! Feed from her! It was all too overwhelming; I could not hold it back with all my power. My moral standing was lying down. As I stepped from the darkness, she sensed my presence. Her anxiety seemed to melt away. She stopped in her tracks and gradually turned around to face me. I no longer feared she would be alarmed or taken aback. She approached me cautiously and examined me from head to toe, seeming amazed at my misplaced company. She looked me in the eyes, still silent. My lip quivered and yearned to be tasted. "What is your name stranger?" she inquired in a melodic English accent. I became worried as to why she looked at me with such fascination, as if she had been waiting for me. Her anticipation had only been a vision of mine. This was all too unreal. "My name is Valic, mistress," I spoke softly and with gracious manner. "Why is it that you wander this path alone each and every night?" She smiled and lifted her long, auburn hair, exposing her delectable neckline to me. I turned away from her and for the first time, denied my natural instinct I had devoted solely to her. "The commoners say there are vampires in these parts. I haven't seen a living soul cross this path since, well - never," She gazed at me still and gave a sultry grin. Again, I turned away. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and charm. I was not worthy of taking the life of such a beautiful creature - yet my fangs grew longer and my mouth salivated still. Her expression became gaunt and disappointed, "My name is Jennea," she continued. "Have you not loved me?" A tear emerged from her eye. "I need this," she whimpered. "Please, I've waited for you." I looked up at her this time, slowly. All this time she had known I was there. Night after silent night I had held myself back. She wanted me and I wanted her. I inched closer to her and brushed her rosy cheeks with the back of my hand then ran my fingers through her wavy locks. She shifted her head towards my hand and kissed it tenderly. I pulled her near me and felt the passion pulsate through her body and mine. Swiftly, I lifted her hair to expose her neck. Her world darkened again as I took from her the life that had left her drained and hungry for something more. Her blood was strong and I felt her electricity travel through my veins while I drank. I threw my head back once I was finished and howled with pleasure and satisfaction. I laid her body, now limp and motionless, to the gravel delicately. I lingered over her and waited for her to open her eyes. Once she did, I kissed her gently and said with sorrow, "You will die, Jennea. I have drained you to the point of death." She managed to crack a smile. "I've always loved you dark prince." I clutched her lifeless body. What had I done? My beautiful princess was dying in my arms. A tear rolled down my cheek for the very first time since I had been born into darkness those three hundred years ago. The salty water bead fell onto her cheek then rolled onto her lips. She felt the warmth and glided her tongue over them. She twitched at the taste and opened her eyes once more to gaze at me. She had a pitiful expression to her. I was a part of her now; I knew precisely what she wanted from me. I hesitated before piercing my fangs into my wrist. Many immortals cannot recall their mortal lives once they are turned. I didn't want her to forget me so soon; we had just formally met. I thought of all the passion we could have shared, the trust and the love. She didn't deserve to breathe her last breath this way. I bit down on my wrist and the blood began to flow. Before I could even raise my arm over her mouth, she pulled it to her lips and began drinking. The more she drank, the stronger she became. Finally, she finished her very first drink. "What will happen to me, Valic?" She asked. "Am I going to die?" I wiped my blood from her mouth and let out a sigh of contentment, "You will not die, my love. You have only just been born." (c) Kasara 2001 |
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