What is immortality, and is it a curse or a gift? A physical body can never be immortal and dies too easily. However, the soul is immortal. Immortality can be a curse at times as well as a gift, depending on the situation. The curse being the boredom of living so long. It can get very boring as there is so much that can really be done to stay entertained. One more negative aspect is to endure the pain when the body gets destroyed either by being involved in an accident or attempting to get rid of vampires.
Stefan is such an individual who once used to be a painter in the 14th Century. He loved to paint portraits of young ladies. He never harmed any woman, nor did he ever have any bad intentions for any of the girls he painted, the society still believed him to be an evil man. He accidentally spilled paint on one of his clients one day. She complained to the crowd nearby. This gave them sufficient reasoning to punish the evil and burnt him alive despite his repeated apologies.
Following the event, a few days later, the entire village was empty. Half of the villages had died while others fled. Rumor has it that Stefan turned into some demon and sought revenge, while others say that this was an act of God.
Stefan has no recollection of the events as centuries passed. He neither knows why he has to carry the burden of living a never-ending life. All he has now is a lonely life and a thirst for blood, delicious food, and sex.
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There have been reports of young sexy women disappearing or showing up dead randomly. The police have been searching for any connections; however, the bodies would turn up once in a couple of months or even in a few years. The case keeps being closed and re-opened. The only connection between all the murders has been bite marks all over the women's bodies.
There were no fingerprint marks anywhere that could help the police trace the killer and no strange news of weird pregnancies or monsters walking the streets. The news channels too never pay too much attention to these minute details. The loved ones' families lost claim of demonic or vampiric activities; however, all those thoughts are shrugged off. Not many people believe in this in modern times.
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Stefan found an old abandoned house and preferred to spend the day sleeping indoors as direct sunlight seemed to damage his skin. He mostly preferred to wander about late at night.
He worked nights at a nearby McDonald's to earn enough money to buy clothes or eat out at restaurants. He would usually get free food at work. Eating the food kept his desire for blood under control. He needed to ensure that he kept a low profile.
He liked the night shift as it was rare for a hot girl to show up, mostly due to the location, however, also the time of his shift. The McDonald was located far off the highway next to a truck repair shop. He mostly had mechanics and truck drivers showing up. He worked part-time from 10 pm to 5 am.
There were times when girls did show up either alone or with friends. It was difficult for Stefan to control his lust. It was almost the end of his shift on a Friday morning. He was looking forward to the weekend. It's been a while since his last feast, almost a couple of years.
Minutes before his shift ended, a woman stepped into the restaurant. She was drenched in water with all her clothes sticking to her body. It had been pouring all night. She must have been caught in the rain somehow. She was wearing a tank top with a deep cut neck. It was a white tank top that was now wet, revealing the lady's beautiful round breasts and nipples. She was a real beauty with blonde hair.
"Do you have any towels or any change of clothes by any chance? My car broke down not too far from here, but I got caught in the rain," she asked. Stefan could not get his eyes off her; however, he was experienced being in such situations many times. He calmly responded that he does not have any here, but if she didn't mind, his house is not too far, and she can wait for her car to be fixed there while she dried herself.
Natasha didn't see any better alternatives given the situation and agreed to go to Stefan's house. Stefan asked his co-worker who took over the shift to ask the nearby mechanics to pick up her car from the described location and call Stefan's cell once done.
Natasha followed Stefan to his car. He drove an old beater Honda Civic. "Sorry, I'm getting your car seat all wet." Natasha was feeling quite embarrassed about the situation. However, she didn't understand why, but she felt relaxed around Stefan. She felt a little excitement or happiness within her now that she was alone with him.
"Don't worry about the seat. The car is ancient anyway. I hope you don't get sick. you have been wet for quite a while." Stefan drove home. Natasha felt it was weird of him living in such a secluded area with no one around. His house was even more dilapidated than his car. She should be scared of entering a house with a stranger, yet she felt relaxed and at home.
Stefan handed her a towel and showed her the washroom. He instructed her that the bathroom will have bathrobes that she can wear while her clothes dried. "Oh, thank you so much; I don't know how I can repay your favor."
"Don't worry. We have plenty of time for that. I forgot to mention, the Mechanics found your car, and it seems like some of the parts got filled with water, and it will take a week for it to be repaired." Stefan lied on the duration. It was only to take 2 hours to fix the car, yet, he did not want to miss the opportunity to spend a week with such a hottie.
Natasha was puzzled about what will she do for a week. She can not live with a stranger for that long. "You can stay here for the week, I don't mind," added Stefan. Natasha surprisingly nodded in agreement.
Nathasha took a nice hot shower, dried herself, and found the bathrobes in one of the closets. The robes were really nice and clean and perfectly fitting. The white robes covered most of her body, showing a small amount of cleavage.
The duo ordered some pizza for breakfast. "What is your name? I forgot to ask." Natasha asked while sitting at the dining table.
"That's alright, and it's been an eventful morning. I am Stefan, and yours?"
"Natasha. How long have you been living here."
"I have lived here since as far as I can remember. It is quite abandoned though it is where I feel at home." Stefan replied. "You should get some sleep; you must be tired," he added.
