| The constant drip of blood against the cold, hard floor, serves as a reminder as to the beast I am. I am Nosteratu. I am not the one of the living dead. I have never died. I was born from my mother's womb, not as a human baby, but a demon spawned from hell. I have feasted upon humanity throughout the ages. Though I am not a mere blood-drinker, I do drink the blood of my victims. Rather, I sup upon their very essence, their souls and memories. Sometimes I steal everything from them, from others only a portion. Their blood and flesh serve as a pleasant dessert. As I glided through the rooms of my latest prey, I caught a glimmer of myself in a mirror. Slowing to a stop, I turned and studied myself in the mirror. I'm tall, about six feet and three inches. Sort of thin, but not to the point of looking sick. The flesh that covers my frame is mostly muscle. A mane of golden-brown hair that reaches to the small of my back. Since I'm naked, I always dine this way as not to spoil my clothes, I can see the only hair on my body is on my head. Not a trace of hair anywhere else, not even facial hair. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. My pale blue eyes peek out from a mask of gore that covers my face. My skin, that is not covered with blood, is a slightly tanned color. Yes, unlike the so called living dead, I can and frequently do venture out into the day light hours. Drawing my attention away from the mirror, I continued on my way. I soon found myself in the bathroom. Feeling the need to be clean, I drew a bath of very hot water. Sighing with pleasure, I lowered myself into the molten water. As I closed my eyes I thought about my victim in the bedroom and how I had met her. She was a pretty little flower. She was only about five feet tall, but the way she carried herself made her seem so much taller. Long brown hair, that was almost at the point of being black, that reached down to her knees. Her eyes that seemed greener than a shining emerald. Skin that looked paler than the surface of the moon. When I had my first look at her, she was wearing a silky black dress that clung to every curve that her petite body had. When I saw her I knew I most possess her. I had met her at a dark, little nightclub that only the twisted dare venture, in a rough section of New Orleans. It was one of my favorites haunts. The only color used in its solemn decorations was black. Black like a night without a moon or stars. Candles were the only source of light in the club. Hundreds of them burned in niches in the walls and from the many chandeliers. The air was always filled with a smoky fog. Dark and gloomy music pulsated like a heart throughout the club. It was a perfect place to pick up my meals, since about the only people who came there were the deathers. They worshiped the romance of death and that made them easy prey for me. It was sometime close to midnight when I had my first glimpse of her. It wasn't until about an hour later that I actually saw her well. As soon as I saw her, I started to make my approach. She was at the bar, so I quickly glided onto the stool next to her and ordered a Flaming Orgasm. Looking at her from the corner of my eye, I asked, "Would you like anything?" |
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| Nodding her head, she asked the bartender to bring her a Sex On The Beach. While we waited for the drinks, we made the usual small talk. How it was a pleasant night, hate for the government, etc. Useless chatter that really only served the purpose of allowing me to get a feel of her mind. As soon as I could get inside who she was and what pleased her she would be all mine. I soon learned her name was Gabrielle. I said, �That�s a lovely name. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.� Blushing, she said, �Thank you. What�s your name?� I replied, �My name is Nicolas and I�m very pleased to met you.� The drinks arrived and we continued to talk. Soon she was telling me that it was remarkable how much we had in common. Suppressing a laugh, I simply nodded my head. Sensing that it was time to move my little game on, I got up and made my way to the dance floor confident that she would follow me. I reached the dance and turned around to see her a few steps behind me. Bowing, I asked, �Would you care to dance with me?� Nodding her head and smiling a little bit, she started to dance with me. She was a marvelous dancer. Flowing across the floor, we twirled to the dark music. Soon my hands were stoking her back and sides looking for her spots. Not long after I had started, I had found a couple. Sighing, she looked me in the eyes and smiled. I smiled back, knowing that she was mine now. We danced for a little while longer and then stopped. I then left the dance floor and started for the exit. Before I had even reached the door, she had caught up with me. We left the building together. Looking at me, she asked, �So, could you use a ride somewhere?� Nodding my head, I replied, �As a matter of fact I could use one. Thank you very much.� Taking my hand, she simply said, �You�re welcome.� She then proceeded to lead the way to her car. When we reached the car, she looked at me and asked, �So, where are you going?� I said, �You can take me where ever you want to.� Smiling, she replied okay and let me into the car. As she cranked the car up, I decided it was time to make my move. Catching her hand, as she took it away from the ignition, I brought it to my lips and kissed |
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