"I can't stand this!" he growled in frustration, banging the side his closed fist against the wall with a sickening thud.
Nikoli Menikov needed to get out, but more importantly he needed to feed before he lost control. He hated when his hunger got the better of him, but it was something he learned to deal with over the years. The thirst was a part of his life now and there was no way to get rid of it permanently, unless he were to die. Even then that would be a great challenge since he could not die. He would always look younger than he was. In fact, he was stuck at the age of 27.
He had awoken to his throat on fire. The familiar burning and scratching sensations helped bring him back to reality. For what Nikoli dreamed of could never be. It couldn't be because, she didn't exist. Running his fingers through his dark, silky hair, he tried to think of anything but her. It was no use. The dreams he had of her were hard to forget. The vision of her beauty would be forever engraved in his memory. All he could think about was her dark burgundy hair that fell in soft shiny waves down to the middle of her back.
He fondly remembered his dream girl had sparkling emerald-green eyes, her luscious crimson lips and her fair, fair skin. She had pale freckles lightly speckled across her pert nose. Her layered bangs fell in a long swoop across her left eye. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld. He wondered what she smelled like and especially what she tasted like as he stroked his smooth, chiseled jaw.
Amused at his childish fancies, he chuckled softly to himself, standing up to pace back and forth in his vast, stone wall foyer, "Keep dreaming Nikoli, keep dreaming."
The biggest perk of immortal beings was that you never age, never grow old, never get wrinkles. To some it would be a relief, but not for him. He had watched everyone he ever loved die while he lived on. No, to him, living forever had felt like a curse for the longest time. Thus far he had survived his former friends, his mother, father, and his older brother, Thomas, as well as all of his extended family. He picked up the silver framed family photo, the last picture they'd taken as a group, and sighed, closing his eyes.
He missed his family something fierce. He had grown up with a decent sized kin. Cousins, aunts and uncles always seemed to be around. Nikoli had never known true loneliness until he was turned into a vampire. It had taken some time before he got used to being alone. For years, he'd shut himself off from the world, afraid of the monster he felt he had become. It used to terrify him that he could possibly kill someone. He never wanted anyone to go through what he had gone through. The transformation was extremely painful. It felt like his body had burst into flames, as if he was slowly burning alive. Nikoli winced in remembrance of his change.
