Picking myself up off the floor, the feeling of lips still tingling through my own, I step lightly over the broken coffee
cup and walk back into my room. I still feel dizzy from the...daydream? Right now nothing is sure and clear in my mind, and
although I have only shortly been out of my bed, I find myself tired again, and lay down. Curled under the soft sheets I
should feel comforted but now I am sure that LeSair is a lot more than a dream. But what did he mean by call on Magg, and who
is Magg. And why should I bring LeSair back? My whole world is up-side-down and right now the only thing I know for certain
is LeSair has awakened something in me I thought I had control of. Both my desire for a mate, and my desire for blood. The
second part startles me, as I don�t realize it until I think about it directly. Inside I feel my stomach twist a bit, the
small amount of coffee I had drank now tasting somewhat sour to my senses. Closing my eyes, I lay there, not intending to
sleep, merely intending to rest my eyes and try to stop my senses from reeling from shock. None the less this new stress has
worn me further than I expected, and slowly I drift off into a disturbed sleep.
I am walking through the woods that I live in, the scents of nature clear and sharp to my
senses. Also clear to them is the scent of different bloods surrounding me. Animals are everywhere and I can smell them, but
it is not their blood I am craving for. Giving in to my darker side as easily as I might give in to a craving for chocolate,
I move silently, stealthily, towards the town outside the woods. Rehoboth, so unsuspecting, so na�ve to my presence.
Wonderful, I think. How nice it must be to believe the most harm that will come to someone is that of a Deer tick carrying
Lyme Disease. Emerging into the sunlight I squint a bit, the light stinging my eyes. It takes a moment before I gain control
of it, and walk as if normal into the town. Familiar faces greet me, yet I am unfamiliar to them. For a few years I have
walked amongst these people, but no one has noticed me although I have studied most of them. I am grateful for that now,
because it gives me an edge against them. The element of surprise is key for any predator. Not that I am hunting now, oh no.
I have but to wait until nightfall, and then I will let myself free, then, I will give in fully to the darkness within. The
thought of it makes me smile, almost making me want to do it now, but I find the self-restraint I have so carefully mastered,
and stick to one last study of the people. I have already chosen my first real victim, the first who I know will not give me
her blood willingly. Sniffing the air delicately I pick up her natural fragrance. As usual, she is not far from her father�s
market booth with corn, tomatoes, and various other vegetables. I watch her from a distance, her shoulder length blonde hair
tied hastily at the back of her head, exposing her slender neck, graceful and lightly tanned by the sun. Beautiful, glorious,
and mine, though she may not know it. I have watched her many times, more than anyone else, her eyes a sparkling blue,
reflecting a pure and innocent spirit. Na�ve, also, very na�ve. Well, I think to myself, she will learn tonight�She will
learn. Turning away from my temptation, I return to the woods, to my house, to wait for the night�.
Rising softly from the chair I had seated myself in, I watch as the sun sets finally, its last rays fading away as easily as
they had risen this morning. Night time, my time, and time for me to let go of my control. My blood pounds at this thought,
the thought of my first hunt. Not really a hunt though, more like shooting ducks in a barrel. Smiling to myself, none the
less, I open up my inhuman senses, and glide silently through the trees, to the town, to the house of my prey. Knowing the
family�s rituals well, I watch from a nearby rooftop as the family finishes up dinner, the daughter clears the table, and her
elderly parents go off to bed. It feels like moments but I know it is almost an hour before she herself retires, and another
before I can count on her to be asleep. But her sleeping state is not the most important part of this night time ritual. The
most important thing is what she does right before she goes to bed. She always opens the window right across the room from
her, knowing the cool night air is better for her then the dust of the small house. Waiting for my cue, I watch as she does
as I expect, and then lays in her bed, snuffing out the small candle at her bedside. In a small matter of time she is asleep,
and I make my move. Slinking like a shadow from the rooftop, I almost glide to the ground and across it, crawling as quiet as
a breeze into her room. Making my way across the bare wooden floor on bare feet, I make it to the side of her bed unnoticed.
Tempted to just take her and get it over with, I lean over her, and study her face and neck. Startled, she wakes as a stray
lock of my hair falls across the neck I was just so closely admiring. Her blue eyes widening in shock, she opens her mouth to
scream. Acting upon instinct I quickly slam my hand over her mouth, and bare my pearly fangs. Her eyes grow even wider with
terror which I can smell and feel, and it arouses me to a high I don�t feel can be matched. Smiling at her wickedly, I lean
forward to bite her, but to my dismay she bites down hard on my hand before I can do anything. Letting out a loud curse, I
remove my hand and she screams at the tops of her lungs. Anger now replacing the desires, I clamp my hand more carefully over
her mouth and slam her back onto the bed she had begun to get up from. Her strength bewilders me for a moment, but not more.
Before she can act any further I bring her neck to my mouth and bite down hard, not caring for her pain. Screaming through
her nose and thrashing, she tries to escape me. I laugh within my mind as I feel the heady rush of warm blood fill my mouth
and body. Jumping with more strength than I thought she had, she causes me to slip a bit, tearing her throat wide and
spraying blood. In mere seconds she is dead, and I am gone, disappointed at the meager meal but still feeling more powerful
than I have before. Silently I race back to my home, through the town and woods, waiting for morning to come. Back at home I
crawl into my bed, feeling the adrenaline and her innocent blood coursing through me. Time to rest, I think. It was a messier
kill than I wanted, but not bad for a first time, I reflect. There are more people to practice on anyways. Curling up, I fall
into a deep and dreamless slumber.
Startled I wake to the bright light of the sun shining through my open window. A little bird is perched on the sill
chirping it�s morning song to me. Rolling over, not quite wanting to get up yet, I think about the dream, and how real it
felt. How exhilarating. How very much I wanted to give in to it and make it a reality. Sighing I look down at my pillow and
feel my breath stop. Jumping out of bed and racing to the bathroom, I stare into the mirror, and see what I expect. Blood is
spattered on my face and chin, dribbled down my shirt. But instead of feeling the repulsion I may have once felt, in its
place I feel a dark pleasure. It wasn�t a dream, and I wasn�t sorry. Smiling, I turn on my shower, strip, and step in. Time
to start a new day. And today, time to start a new life�
