Aviva arose from the casket she lay in. The darkness was concurring the earth, providing a shield of night as a form of protection to the old vampire. She made her way to the glassless window 4 stories up in the old abandoned apartment building.
Aviva arose from the casket she lay in. The darkness was concurring the earth, providing a shield of night as a form of protection to the old vampire. She made her way to the glassless window 4 stories up in the old abandoned apartment building. She peered down and caught a glimpse of two men, maybe in their twenties, standing in the alley. One man, tall with a large, muscular torso with gory tattoos stretched all over his gigantic body. The other was exactly the opposite. He was rather short and slim. He wore thick spectacles and his greasy hair was visible in the dim street light glowing a dull orange in the far corner of the alley way.
“Sam, I don’t have the money just yet! But – but if you let me go, I guarantee you I’ll have it by tomorrow!” the puny being pleaded in utter terror.
“No,” barked the beast of a man, “You swore on your life that you would have my money by tonight. I can’t give you any more chances, and I really do expect you to live up to your word, Mitch.” Even as a whisper, the man’s voice seemed to roar.
“No! Please, Sam! Just give me one more day!” the once called Mitch fell to his bony knees, arms outstretched to the beast as if praising a god, surely more merciful than the man standing above him.
“I’m sorry Mitch. You’ve let me down.” Sam hid once of his huge tattooed hands beneath his jacket then pulled out a fully loaded pistol. Mitch’s outstretched arms fell to the ground in front of him. With his face to the ground, he sobbed loudly. The sound of the gun’s click made him sob even louder. Sam slowly raised the gun to face the pathetic waste of a man crying loudly at his feet. “I really hope you’ve leaned a lesson here. You see, the moral of the story is…don’t make promises you can’t keep.” The fire of the gun echoed like thunder. After those three blasts, all was silent. Gravity took hold of Sam’s arm as it fell to his side. He raised his other arm and wiped the blood which was smeared on the side of his face with the top of his hand as he starred down at the lifeless body sprawled at his feet. Aviva smiled from the top floor of the abandoned building. Within a blink of an eye, she appeared behind him, looking at his wide muscular back.
“Hello…Sam,” she greeted in that airy voice of hers. He gasped and turned. He pointed his gun at her and trampled backwards over the corpse.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded. Aviva laughed and took a step forward. She could hear the sound of his warm blood pumping through his entire body. She heard it quicken.
“I can be your worst enemy, or your most erotic fantasy…” she took another step towards the large beast. “Drop thou weapon. You don’t need it nor can it protect you from me.”
“You think so?” he pointed the gun directly at her.
“Don’t do that,” she said, nonchalant and knocked the gun out of his hand with nothing more than a slap.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Aviva,” she breathed, cornering him between the two buildings which stood above them. He smiled as he allowed himself to be trapped by the immortal creature. As terrified as he was, he was also becoming aroused. His grin grew wider as Aviva slammed his back against the brick wall with her fingertips. He gazed into her deep blue eyes. He noticed there was something miraculous and mysterious about them as he starred hypnotically into them. Aviva ran her long fingers down his throat. She felt him gulp. She brought her face closer to his and swiftly brushed her blood-red lips with his. Her kisses slid gracefully down to his throat. He placed his enormous hands on her stomach and began to slide them upwards. Just as his hands cupped her breasts, she pierced his bare skin and sunk her sharp vivid teeth into his flesh.