“Do you want your absolution, my son?” he asked, causing me to turn back around.
“Just put it on my tab, I’m nowhere near being absolved.” I then left the dark confessional, and the light inside the church seemed to be just a little brighter. As I knelt at the communion rail, I felt that Jesus’ eyes on the large crucifix were fixed on me, trying to give me comfort and guidance.
As much as that guidance was with me, I was not sure that I would still do the right thing. That same evening I went out to my favorite club, confident that I would find a willing donor. As I paid the cover charge, I could feel my body surge and tremble from the massive amount of pranic energy compressed in this liquored atmosphere.
As good as the pranic energy was, I wanted more. I needed more. I needed blood. And I saw her sipping from a champagne flute. It seemed quite out of place, yet she fit in. Her golden blonde hair didn’t hide any curve in her body, and from seeing only back side, I could tell that her blouse was filled out quite nicely. As my eyes stayed on her, she put down her glass, andstood frozen as I made my way over to her.
When I was right behind her, I slipped my hands upon her slender waist, and whispered into her ear. “You want me. You have not seen me before, nor will you see me again. With me, you will feel bliss beyond what you have ever felt before, and you will never feel it again.” As I pulled back, she turned to face me, and kissed me passionately.
I had not expected for her to react at all. Most people did not, and they would forget this entire night. But, not her. She was different, and special. She had a near-limitless ammount of energy within her, ready for harvesting. This wouldn’t be just a one-night stand, I wouldn’t just send her on her way. She had the looks and the ability to be my long-term donor.
As we left the club in her car, she drove us to her place, eager to have me ravage her body in complete ecstasy. As she stumbled out of her jeep and into her apartment, my hunger was peaking beyond my own control. I clenched my mouth shut, waiting until we were inside her place, where fewer eyes would stare at us.
As she opened her door, she slightly stumbled, turning on her lights. I saw that her small studio was nicely furnished, and good enough for what I wanted her for. She pulled off her speghetti-strapped top, and came up to me slowly. As I felt the normal male reaction happen, I also felt my canines extend, preparing for the warm, red serum of life. As she saw this, she cocked her head to the side, not realizing that this was real.
“Bite me. Have me.” Without hesitation, I indulged into my hunger, sucking away at her newly-made wound, lapping up any spillage. After what seemed to be five minutes of drinking, I passed out.
I woke up the following morning, with myself inside her. She never was fully naked, so I pulled out, and lowered her skirt. I tucked her into her bed, and left. I wiped my mouth, expecting to find a little bit of blood there. Instead, I was parched of thirst. I went back home, expecting to visit her tonight again at the club.
As I entered the club, the place had a more somber feeling, and my new friend was not there yet. As I ordered my Rum 151, the bartender asked me what had happened to me last night.
“Last night?” I asked. Puzzled, I wondered why he was asking me this.
“Yeah, Maggie is one of our regulars, and you seemed to pick her up last night like a pro.” His voice quivered, and I could smell his fear. “She was found dead this afternoon, drained of blood on her bed.” With that news, my stomach turned, and I was ready to vomit.
“I only took her home last night. I wouldn’t take advantage of drunk women.” I said hesitantly. I felt absolute despair over what I had heard. My self-centeredness had caused the death of what could have been my true other half, a long-term donor. I didn’t even know her name until now.
I lost a shot at love, since I took more than gave. I didn’t stop to consider the harm and the consequences of my actons.
Her name was Maggie.

5 comments ↓
a sad ending, but thoughtful. I like it very much.
ending? I’m curently writing part 6…. check it out on my site. (It’s under my vampire chapter page… but it’s linked)
I really like this series, I hope you post more of it here.
thanks, your comments mean a lot… (otherwise, I’d quit while I’m ahead)
more of this series and other writings are under the writings link of this site:
Houston Chapter of BLOODLINES.
Excellent. it left me with a vague sort of sorrow for the mistakes he had made…. please write more.