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I am 29. I have been thus for the last twenty years. I know those of you quick with numbers will say I am 49, but I tell you I will always be 29, forever. I have not aged, nor have I known no disease for these last twenty years. But I have known hunger. A hunger that eats at what is left of my soul. Hunger that brings madness and agony. A hunger for BLOOD.
I am a vampire.
I know that I am much younger than others of my clan and that I am not of pure blood, as I was turned. And though I can walk in the sunlight and not die, like those born vampires would, I still prefer the night.
My hunger for blood bids me to hunt, so I hunt alone, prowling the upper end of the city where the decent and mostly overly religious folk dwell. Though their blood is sometimes bitter, I can think of few being that deserve to become a meal for such as I. And it was one night during a hunt in this area I caught the scent of something that made my blood on fire. The sweet, intoxicating scent of innocence.
I leapt lightly from rooftop to rooftop, racing to track down the scent. The breeze must have carried it a long distance, because I found myself in the business district of town. The taller buildings gave me a better vantage point for which to find my target. I perched an outcropping of a building and waited.
The intense burning I felt from this scent was becoming unbearable. I watched you exit your office building and start walking toward the subway. I dived from my perch to float up behind you. YESS!!! You ARE what I had scented. I floated closer to you, above and behind you and breathed in you scent. It blinded me with such intense passion and lust.
When my mind had cleared, you were nowhere in sight, having made it to the subway entrance. I flew like a wild beast over come with hunger, following the trail of the scent of your blood. I WANTED you, more than anything I had known since I became what I am now. By the time I reached the platform, your train had just left.
Frustrated I followed your scent, hungrier than ever. In the distance, I heard someone whistling. A subway worker repairing some wiring. He saw me as I walked closer. "You're not authorized to be down here, mister."
"I go where I will." By now he had gotten a good look at me in the glare of the work lights. As fear of the dark form closing in on him registered in his eyes, my hand flashed to his throat, crushing any chance to cry for help. As my fangs pierced the pulsing veins on his neck, he shook in my grasp. Emptied of every last drop of blood, he fell in a crumpled heap on the ground, never to stir again. "You mortals make it too easy for us," I told the corpse at me feet. "You barely deserve to be our food."
With my thirst only partially sated, I continued to follow your scent, floating through the tunnels under the city like a shadow. Soon, I came to the platform where you had gotten off and departed the sub-city rail system. I was lead to a high-rise apartment building, where I caught your scent again anew as you stepped out onto your balcony. I hovered in the shadows where you could not see me.
In the light cast from the room at your back, your crimson hair seemed to sparkle as you stretched. You were unlike most of the women I had preyed upon. They were thin and had bitter blood. You had a nicely full figure without being overweight. All this mixed with the sweetness of your blood scent rekindled that flame that caused my own blood to boil.
As you turned to reenter your apartment, you paused and seemed to stare right at me for a split second. I blanked any image of me from your mind, yet only a few seconds later did you turn and go inside. I puzzled over this for a few moments when a light from another window of your dwelling came on and I heard the sound of a shower running.
Through the window, I could see you as you undressed. Your pale skin captivated me like a buccaneer lusts over a box of pearls. I watched as you unfastened bra and slid it off your arms. The flesh of your breasts contrasted sharply with that of your perfectly proportionate nipples, which were erect from the breeze drifting through the open windows. My mouth watered as you bent to slide you simple white cotton panties down your rather juicy looking thighs and let the fall to the floor.
My fangs seemed to grow longer with desire for you. I had decided hat I wanted you, forever, and I would make you mine. The time it took you to shower passed tensely. When I looked up again, you had gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you and were drying that lovely, fiery red hair with another. I drifted in through the open balcony door and looked in to the bathroom, where you now sat naked at a vanity with the towel now on your head.
I do not know if you knew I was there or not, but you seemed to pause your applying cream to your face for a moment, then seemed to shake off a though and continue. A moment later, you got up and walked into your darkened bedroom, unaware that I lurk in the shadows there. Getting into your bed, you were soon fast asleep. I floated above your naked form as you slept. I wanted o make passionate love to you, yet did not want to disturb you either. You were now dreaming, so I entered your mind.
The warmth of the sun shown down on you as you walked through a field of bright flowers next to a large lake. The thin cotton dress you wore blew gently in the breeze. Making you way to the edge of the lake, you pulled the dress over your head and run naked out into the water. You had not seen me yet, though I followed you closely.
Soon I joined you in the water. After a moment, you finally saw me and blushed slightly. "Hello," you said, "I have not seen you here before. Where did you come from?"
"No where special," I replied. My normally cavalier and cocky attitude seemed to disappear when I looked into your eyes. I some how felt the need to tell you the truth. "I am a vampire, and I have been hunting you."
To my surprise, this did not shock you at all, and I was stunned by your response. "I know," you said, "I have been waiting for you since I was a little girl."
