The clock on the wall struck midnight�well, another night another bite. Better get out there and re-fire the battles within myself. It is tough when you are what you once fought; all you ever do is fight with yourself.
The night is cool and damp. The pavements still wet from the afternoon�s rain. All around the park people sleep, at this time of year all the benches are full. It is so easy for a vampire in the summer and the best part is no one cares when these people are gone. They are the hungry, the lost, the mad, the rejected, and the forgotten. It is the perfect situation for hunters like me. No one will even miss the beggar on the corner or the man you step over in the subway.
It is a good night for the stalkers too; a good night for those who play the intricate game of hide and seek with the evil possessors of the night.
Tonight Lumier would get that vampire he had been stalking for a year; tonight he would finally get Geneviva. As the moon reached its apex, cutting a hole in the clouds that had marked the night, he saw her standing in the reflected light, her skin ignited to a warm glow. In her arms there was a child too far gone to help. She looked just like his guardian angel standing there.
�How ironic,� he thought as he drew his stake for the final blow.
All his senses where alert for danger. Never had it been so easy and this, after all, she is one of the best. Behind him the trees creaked, a dog barked to the left, the garbage can he was behind stunk to high heaven, and before him stood his prey. That�s right, tonight she was the prey.
You�d think it would just be a matter of stopping myself. I know how to do it, one quick thrust and I am no longer a threat. But I can�t, she owns me now, as she does all the creature of the night. I am hers forever. No stake can change that.
Oh well another night another bite.
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