Life has given me a second chance and I shall take it willingly, as willingly
as I would take a human life.
I can smell the innocents walking quickly through the darkened streets completely
unaware that I am waiting in the shadows watching their every step. I must
wait for the right moment to strike and finally succumb to that insatiable
thirst that plagues me. I tried for two whole years to resist, but the temptation
is too great- I must feed!
This killing is like a sexual ectasy I cannot hope to describe. The blood
coarsing through my veins thrills me, sets me soaring to new heights I
neverthought I could possibly reach. But, I must wait for the right moment.
It cannot come too soon for it would spoil my intent. One more moment and
it will be complete. I will be what I have always been, what the ancients
have called- Vampyre!
My eyes narrow into tiny slits as I pick up the scent of a young male. At
last! The moment I have waited for has come. I creep steathily out of the
shadows, coming up behind this tantilizing youth. I lightly touch his shoulder
and I sense his fear escalating. Yes, I love tosmell the fear of those before
I feed.
"Who...who are you?" he gasps his entire body trembling. He turns around
to see my stark white face set against the complete darkness of total night.
He is a young one, no more than nineteen years old, yet he is old enough
to be frightened of alley's such as this one. He had been in a hurry, perhaps
scurrying home to his beloved family.
I smile at him revealing my ivory teeth, and I see him shiver at the sight.
"I am you death," I whisper into his ear as I pull down the collar of his
shirt. Ah, the pure beauty of human flesh, how I missed it! "I am the Empress
of the Damned," I enlighten his small little human brain.
As I stare down at his perfect pink flesh, I feel my fangs elongate and I
know the time for feeding is now at hand. As I sink my teeth into his glistening
neck, I place a hand on his shoulder and ease him down to the cold hard ground.
Ah, the sweet taste of blood, how could I have survived for so long without
it? The hot liquid springs forth from thecut and I feel it hit the roof of
my mouth. I let it stay there foronly a moment, savoring the flavor of fresh
blood.
As I let the blood drift away from my tongue, I feel it slide sensously down
my dry throat. The complete and utter ectasy I feel at this moment of feeding
is unparalled and no human can ever hope to achieve it, only us immortals
are blessed with this wonderous pleasure.
I hear him moan softly and I know that his death is coming swiftly, he is
almost completely drained. I stop suddenly recalling how my maker did this.
He too drained me to the point of death, but instead of leaving me to die,
he took it upon himself to bestow the Dark Gift on me. He took me away from
my painful human existance and delivered me into the gates of Hell for at
that moment, I became damned for all time.
I am cursed to walk among the living as if I were truly one of them, but
I could not deny that hunger for long. I had tried with all my might to destroy
my vampire nature, but to no avail. Once I had chosen the path of darkness,
there was no escaping my destiny. I have been encased in a cloud of darkness
ever since. I have never felt the warmth of others, only their suffering
in the last moments of their lives. I am a child of darkness, I can never
step into the light. I now live on that human warmth, I flourish on their
blood. I will never die, I shall live for all eternity. I kill without feeling,
I kill to live, but everytime I drink, I die inside.
However, this would not be the fate of this young one. It is better to kill
him than to damn him and keep him forever bound by the constraints of the
Dark Gift. "Good night my young one, and thank you."