His birth name was Simon, and his friends used to call him Si; now he preferred people not to know his name. He didn’t have an address, or a phone number. He had an identification card once, but that burnt with his house. He’d only been in trouble with the police once, and they didn’t take his fingerprints. They simply made him sleep it off in a cell. As far as Simon could gather, no one knew who he was now. He had destroyed everything that could name him, or place him somewhere. Now, he was above the law.
Simon was now staying in a shared house with two male students. They didn’t care that they didn’t know his name, or that he only went out at night, or that he constantly wore gloves. He paid them cash weekly, and put almost all the money up for the bills. It looked good on the student’s rent book that they were so efficient with the rent. They had told Simon that they needed a name to call him by. He hadn’t said anything, and would not tell them who he was, so they ‘affectionately’ dubbed him Vamp.
Vamp seemed quite appropriate for him. He looked a bit like Dracula, with jet-black hair, a pale complexion, and a towering height, well above six foot five. He dressed in smart black jeans and a black top. His black leather gloves never came off. The students had gone into Vamp’s room once in the daytime when he was asleep. He had painted it black, and bought thick dark curtains to block out the daylight. He slept on a mattress, with no duvet, base or pillow. Just a red, velvet cushion to rest his head on. He wore his clothes to bed, and his gloves. The students were slightly scared, slightly confused by him. They couldn’t figure out whether he was some sort of satanic activist, or just plain insane. They didn’t ask, and Vamp surely wasn’t going to tell them.
That night, Vamp woke at around midnight. The students were still awake, as they often were in the early hours. He rose from the bed and left his room. He went towards the kitchen. Vamp heartily ate what was left of a chicken carcass, and drank water. He only ever ate meat and occasionally had one glass of red wine; otherwise it was water. When Vamp had finished eating, he left the house. He never spoke to the students, and they only spoke to him if they’d been smoking weed.
Vamp proceeded on his nightly ritual. He kept out of the glow of the streetlights. He liked people to walk past him, not even realising he was there. He headed past the suburban homes and towards Angel Park. It was a fitting name for the place, Vamp often thought. Here, on one of his nightly prowls, he had found her. Her name was Jenny. He had found out her name from the night watchman, before he cut his throat with the switchblade he carried in his boots. The watchman was the first person he had spoken to in years, and he had found it hard to talk and had been forced to whisper. There was of course a full investigation, but with no weapon, fingerprints or witnesses, he doubted they’d do much more than listen to the confession of a drunk, who insisted on confessing after every major crime.
Jenny was tall, close to six foot. She had black hair, which was crimped, and fell over her full breasts. She was perfectly proportioned; pretty, tall, dark hair, full breasts, small waist and a plump yet firm ass. Vamp had decided her name would be Angel, and that he would have her by any means possible. Tonight, she walked her dog before she headed for her shift. He assumed the local hospital, as nowhere else in town was open twenty-four hours. Vamp watched Angel throw sticks for her dog. The dog had turned to look at him occasionally, but then hurried to catch his stick. Angel was smiling and laughing, and every time she threw the stick, the dog went further and further away from her.
It was now close to 1am, and Angel was looking for her dog. She had thrown the stick a bit too hard, and the dog had gone after it five minutes ago. Little did she know that Vamp had found the dog, and it had been surprisingly friendly towards him. Vamp had tied the dog to a tree, and was now watching Angel searching through the bushes, shouting “Timmy!”. Vamp watched Angel move further towards him, searching through shrubs and hedges for her beloved pet. When he had first thought of this scheme, Vamp had considered killing the dog to make Angel faint, or at least be in a state of shock. She would be easy-pickings then. But Vamp couldn’t kill something his Angel loved, so he left him tied to a tree.
Angel was right in front of him now. Vamp was behind a tree, controlling his breath so that she wouldn’t hear him. He waited until she had passed to the right slightly, then grabbed her side and pressed the soaking cloth over her mouth. She was kicking, and trying to scream, but the drug had been affective, and Angel fell to the floor.
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The cave Vamp had chosen was small, dark and warm. He had found it months ago, but leaving Angel here overnight would have given her hypothermia, so he had waited for the summer months. Angel stirred and groaned. There was a large, flat rock to the rear of the cave. He had covered it in a thick, red woollen blanket, and had bought another velvet cushion. He had draped a red, velvet blanket over Angel. After a lot of painstaking work, he had managed to get hold of iron shackles. He had locked her ankles and hands, and although they were heavy, you could manage to walk with them if you were careful.
Vamp went over and sat on the rock. He leaned over Angel’s face and kissed her sweet lips. She stirred again. Vamp watched her eyes open, and when she could focus properly in the darkness, she looked petrified. Vamp smirked. He knew she would be scared, and he knew she would bargain with him to let her go. He waited for her imminent negotiations.
“Please… Don’t hurt me… I’ve got money in my purse, please take it.” Angel pleaded.
“I guess you haven’t noticed that your purse is missing already, as are your clothes.” Vamp told her. Angel looked down, horrified to find she was naked. She thought, to her terror, that he might be a rapist, or some guy with a screw loose who just wanted to watch her die. She squirmed, and then felt the heavy chains on her wrists and ankles. She was helpless.
