Some may call me a murderer, others with an odd sense of humor, an entrepreneur. Shaking my head in regards to the folly of humans, I send my cascade of alternately raven and violet tresses into a whirl, laughing. As I continue to walk, I observe the men and women wandering among my midst. A bemused smile plays across my crimson lips as I ponder the oddities of the living. Recently though, it seems that mortals as of late, have forgotten the name of ancient creatures such as myself, vampire.
I am a part of the undead race, true enough, although that is not where my identity ends. I am called Cystine, Cystine Azure, due to the piercingly blue eyes that my family is renowned for. Though we are scattered into nearly every corner of the world, we are higher in number than one might first assume. I live in an apartment near the bend of Main and Walnut, preferring my own company to the frivolous covens, that however, is a personal choice. As a matter of fact, my apartment is my ultimate destination for the "day;" but first I shall hunt, then perhaps detour to one of my favorite places near here, a secluded area overlooking the city scape.
The streets were thinning out of people by now, though those remaining were not to my liking thus far. A child no more than seven walked with whom I guessed was his mother, I turned away in disgust. I have never killed a child, and do not intend to break that anytime soon. Debating as to whether I should peruse another nearby town, when a possible choice wandered in my direction. Her shoulder-length brown hair bounced lightly as she stepped, framing her heart-shaped face. Before I had too much time to contemplate this, she surprised me by being an undead as well. Slight disappointment crossed my thoughts as I began to pass her, but then she stopped me saying,
"Were you considering killing me?"
Shocked at her boldness, I replied," Until it came to my attention that you are the same as myself, yes. However, I apologize for my misjudgment. Good night."
She bit her lip softly, then called, "Wait? Where are you going, might I come with you?"
Inwardly I groaned, another youngster out to bum 'tricks of the trade,' from the older ones. "I'm planning to hunt, pause somewhere for a bit, then return to my apartment. If you wish, I suppose that you may tag along, just please, don't do anything to piss me off, for instance asking idiotic questions."
She smiled, and thanked me quietly, matching my stride, though I had her beaten in height by five or six inches (okay, so I was wearing heels). That in itself placated me somewhat, for I am short, barely 5'2" if I round up. Inspecting her more closely, I did find her form pleasing to the eye, and her voice was sweet, another thing I had missed from the company of others.
"So where do you live?" she asked, apparently trying to make conversation.
"In an apartment in town," I replied, keeping my gaze averted, as there was no doubt in my mind that she did not swing in my direction, "I'm a bit of a lone wolf, one might say."
She laughed, and ran her fingers down my arm," You don't appear as much of a wolf to me."