Sigh, life. Such a fleeting thing. Fragile and fraught with tension. Finding another such as me is not easy. So I hunt. I have been around for a very long time, unhappy and alone. How can I be alone surrounded by people? It is easy; I only look like one of them. Underneath I am very different. Perhaps I should begin to look for a mate, but I have seen what happens when others like me have done so. It changes them, weakens them and sometimes kills them.
I prepare myself for tonight's hunt. Dress my hard, cold flesh in the style of today. Such revealing clothing, nothing like this body had worn in its youth. I dress to entice them, the men I feed upon, let them come to me and I shall choose which will be my victim tonight. The closet is filled with such clothing, what shall I choose? Dark or light? Tonight the devil will choose white like an angel, so deceptive of me don't you think?
The white silk soft against my white skin. The dress falls just to my knee, the neckline plunging between the swell of my generous breasts. You can see the outline of my nipples jutting through the thin material. White sandals wrap around my delicate ankles and show my tiny feet to perfection. No underwear, just the thin dress. I go to the mirror and gaze at my reflection, blonde hair falling to my waist, green eyes blazing like emeralds.
Sigh, the mark my maker made shows. I should have hunted sooner. I look through the jewels and choose a thick diamond choker that was my mother's many centuries ago. It flashes like ice upon my throat, covering the two small marks nicely. I brush my hair making it crackle with vitality and then apply a few cosmetics. They enhance my exotic looks and give me the look of the silly insipid females of this century.
The nightclub I choose tonight is filled with the choice morsels of the human sea. I laugh to myself as I think of fishing a prize catch from its depth. The man at the door is telling people it is full inside and they cannot enter. When I look up at him beneath my sooty lashes he says nothing and opens the door to me. I glide inside, my quiet manner much different than the loud boisterous crowd. The smell of sweaty human flesh assaults my senses. The place reeks of blood. My mouth begins to water, but I stop it, I must.
The men notice me, they always do. That is my intent. I glance over them, the usual throng of male bodies. My eyes travel quickly over them to one in the corner. He is different. He stares at me. His eyes burning with need. Is he tonight's meal? I don't think so. There is more to him. I will feed quickly and come back. A young piece approaches his sexual desire for me written on his face. I can feel the blood pumping through him, just beneath the surface. I do not have to kill to feed, just a small drink.
We dance closely and he follows me to a back booth where I let him paw my body. I feed as he does so, the stupid people around thinking we are kissing. Just before he is ready to pass out I stop and excuse myself. I make sure he does not see the blood on my teeth or let any drop to his collar, giving myself away. I am still hungry so I choose another. The man in the corner still stares. He is frowning. I repeat what I did earlier, two, three times before noticing the man is gone.
A touch on my elbow tells me he is there. I turn and raise a brow in question. He grabs my arm and pulls me to him. His warm flesh beneath mine hard. We dance without speaking; he stares into my eyes with anger and passion. "Why?" He asks. I don't tell him, I will show him, wanting to scare him from me, save his life. I pull him to a dark corner and show him my teeth. He does not run, he looks at me stunned. Not the horror I expected, there is more to this man than I thought.
