I grinned as I slowly made my way down the dark alley, staying close in the possessive shadows. I ran my tongue over my smooth fangs, feeling every angle and the sharpness of each point. My eyes followed his every move.
This young virgin boy, with hair as golden as the sun, and eyes so bright, so full of life. Though I wasnt dead, I longed to truely live. I longed to feel. Ever since I tasted the first drop of blood, I lost myself in the darkness. No longer able to feel. My heart had turned into stone, cold and useless, and it had been frozen for centuries.
I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and watched it form a puff of smoke in the cool, crisp night air. I focused on the mortal once more. I’d been contemplating my plans while I had followed him that night.
I crept up on him, keeping low and silent. My eyes narrowed and my body tensed. My muscles in sweet tention.I lunged out and caught him around the chest, slaming him hard up against one of the brick walls that bordered the alley. He looked at me, his eyes full of fear and his lips slightly parted. What a beautiful creature he was. I smiled to myself.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a kiss. Tastng him thoroughly. I could now smell the lust in his sweat.
“You poor fool,” I thought, “I’m not real, only an oblivion of your fantasies.”
He pulled me closer to him, sending shivers down my back, despite the warmth that had rapped my body from his. I had never been this close to someone for this long.
I kissed my way down to his neck. I heard him moan as I playfully nibbled, forcing myself not to bite. Not just yet. Finally, piercing his skin, I beagan to taste his sweet, warm blood that flowed from his neck and drank it down.
I pulled back and licked my lips. Grinning at him for the first time, allowing him to see what I was. His complexion had turned into an ashy grey. Not far from death.
“Come join my world,” I beckoned.
He faintly nodded as I made a small slice in my arm and let my blood, as dark as the night sky drip onto his lips.
He greatfully licked them clean and I could sense the change within him.
He slowly stood and faced me. My mouth formed a smile as he leaned down and tasted me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the essence that pain brought me as his fangs cut open my flesh. I let him drink and gain the strength he needed, then I pulled away. We stared at each other, and for a very brief moment, I felt something. I held him close and smiled.
Love had come and left me as swiftly as the wind.
But maybe, just maybe. It would soon find me again.