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."
I found ignoring her more difficult than before, and blushed. Yes, even vampires can blush. Not replying verbally, I scanned the crowd for possibilities. At last, a man with light brown hair, and hazel eyes crossed our path, taking in our figures and mischievous smiles.
"My girlfriend and I are looking for someone to complete our little party tonight. Would you care to join?" the vampire who I came to know as Medina asked, trailing her hand down a nearby lamppost.
His eyes lit up, and replied," Why, I never thought you'd ask, and it so happens I'm free tonight." His warm eyes took on a stronger greenish tinge, and came with us. Like a sheep to the slaughter, he followed us.
As I was the only one who knew where we were going, I was in the lead, with Medina beside me, her arm lightly linked through mine. Without warning, she turned and pulled me into a searing kiss that nearly left me breathless. As we neared the complex, she continued touching me and kissing me.. I thought I was dreaming as the three of us entered my apartment. Once we finally crossed the threshold, Medina and I parted to take the guy we took off the streets, and cuff him to my bed. Therefore, he was present and able to watch, but not to touch as we gave him a bit of a show.
I found myself being coerced into a dance, wondering what she was planning exactly. However, she was not going to have all the fun. It seemed as though the scent of my perfume was affecting her in the most delightful of ways. she had turned her face towards my neck, and I felt her inhale, then shudder slightly, and she began to run her fingertips lightly down my back. I could play as well. As we danced, the music picked up in intensity, and I danced a little dirtier, making sure to brush against her as I moved toward the floor, raking my nails up her inner thigh as I returned to my original position. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could pause to stop it. If she wanted a challenge, I would most certainly give it to her.
