The cold air pressed against Karei's soft, pale, but rose colored cheeks. Her eyes gleamed as the moon shone, and the stars around it, magnificently reflected in them. Her long black hair fell in her face, as part flew around. She had no place to go. Christophe, her boyfriend who was 21, 3 years older than her, had decided that she was too much for him. She was childish, and refused to do anything he wanted. But it wasn't that she wanted, it was the fact that Christophe didn't have the sexuality that she wanted. He didn't know how she wanted to be treated as a toy. But a lusted after toy. Though she was 18, she knew what she wanted.
She stepped along, her long black coat pressed against her body. Underneath was merely a red satin skirt that reached the tips of her black Doc's, and a black tank top. Though the coat was thick, her body still shivered. Where am I supposed to go? I can't go home. It would be too obvious that I'm even more depressed. She thought as little tears fell from her almost black eyes. This fucking sucks. She took a deep breath as she found her way to a small cafe that was open late. And so she ordered her coffee, but nothing special. Just something warm to ease her wounded and pierced soul.
Karei took her regular seat-the window- and sipped on the steaming coffee. How could he call me childish? Just because I wouldn't fuck him? She fell into thought, feeling as if she was alone. She thought she loved Christophe, but realized that he only lusted after her. She took a sip of her coffee, she looked out the window and saw a pair of bright green eyes looking upon her. They were intense and drew her in, even though she had no idea who they belonged to. A car passed by, and the eyes disappeared. She sighed in contemplation.
Karei finished her coffee, and pressed on. It was nearly 12, but the night never frightened Karei. She considered herself nocturnal sometimes. The nights were her favorite time to just...feel alive.
She passed by the ally, where a cool breeze swept up, and swam through her legs. She couldn't help but feel her body tingle at this. And she pressed on. She finally arrived at her friend Erin's house. Erin was her best friend who would openly make her feel better. And so she climbed up the drain pipe, and knocked on Erin's window. She saw that Erin was obviously busy with her girlfriend Taryn. "Fuck." Karei said to herself and climbed back down. She jumped onto the green grass and walked on.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she cried openly, knowing she had no one to talk to. No one to make her feel better. And so at the corner, where a stop sign rested, Karei sat down. She rested her face in her hands, and wept. The streetlight was bright as she sat there for 5 long minutes of pure, somber, weeping. And then she suddenly felt a light pressure against her shoulder. She looked up and saw a man with bright green eyes that seemed to look through her, stared back. But after 15 seconds, she jumped, and looked at the man wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. She didn't speak, but turned around and ran. She ran as fast as her large boots could take her. She reached the end of the street, turned around, and saw the man was nowhere to be found. Breathing heavily, she turned back around and jumped. The man was there, leaning against the street light.
He looked at her, cocking an eyebrow. "H-h-how'd you do that?" She breathed heavily. The man didn't speak, just stood there. Karei felt motionless as the man looked at her. But finally, he moved. He threw his much heavier weight upon her body and wrapped his lips around her neck. She grabbed at his back and clawed in pain. She felt her blood being pulled from the veins. The feeling became sensual. And for a moment, she became aroused. But Karei then remembered that this man was trying to kill her. But the power of the sensuality was no longer in resistance. She fell to her knees, the pace of her breaths becoming swift.
She moaned slightly as she felt the man finish. He backed away, her blood dripping from his plump limps. She looked at him drowsily, and saw the man smile as if he were satisfied. He stood up, and stepped behind her. But Karei didn't realize this. Her head had become light, and she became dizzy. Suddenly, she felt her head hit the hard concrete.
The man lifted her up, and carried her away. He took her to his large New Orleans home. He opened the large French doors, and took her upstairs to his room. The walls that were painted deep red with a gold lining, and candles hung on the walls. Veils hung along the bed, and the man lay Karei down. He walked into the large bathroom, and drew a large bath. Rose petals rested upon the heated water. He stepped over to the sink, and wiped away Karei's blood from his lips. He sighed and looked at his face. His hair had been shaved away many years ago, leaving him with a close cut to his head. He still remembered how it everything happened. And as he reflected, he heard Karei stir.
He looked one last moment in the mirror, and rushed back into the bedroom, where Karei's eyes fluttered open to look at him. Her skin was white and milky like him. Her eyes had become black with pools of silver. The man stepped up to her, and smiled lightly. Karei didn't recoil though. Instead, she felt her face. The smoothness gave her bare chills, and so she shook lightly. She reached her tongue to her teeth and felt something different. 2 pointed teeth. Then on the other side, 2 more. Her eyes widened in horror, so she took a deep breath and looked around.
Everything seemed different. "What happened?" She asked finally. The man looked at her smiled.
"Come, my love, I have prepared a bath for you." He said in a beautiful, deep, accent. He extended his hand to her, offering to help her. And she took it. He lead her to the large bathtub, and as she stood still, he began peeling back her clothes. He pulled away the large coat and let it drop to the ground. He looked at her pale shoulder and touched it with his hand, slowly sliding the straps to her bra and tank top. Karei shivered lightly as he pulled the tank top off over her body. He stepped around to face her. And there he eyed here voluptuous breasts. He touched her bare abdomen, and with his index and middle finger, he pulled the silky skirt down, exposing a black g-string.
He knelt down on one knee, closing his eyes. Karei placed her hand on his shoulder for balance as he pulled off her boots. And as he set the large boots down he stood back up and looked down at Karei. He felt at long last at peace. Karei though, felt comforted as well. But why, that she didn't know. She'd changed in less than an hour. From human to a newborn vampire. Why was she so comforted that a nameless man was undressing her and placing her into a large bathtub.
The man reached behind Karei and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. He reached down and slowly slid the g-string off, not breaking eye contact with Karei. He grabbed her soft hand and led her to the tub. He assisted her getting in, and sat at the steps as she sank in. He grabbed a black cloth and dipped it into the water. He dragged it along her fragile back. And so she finally spoke. "What's your name?" She asked
"Milan." He said. His long fingers crept along Karei's neck as she allowed him to bathe her youthful body. "Please forgive me. I just couldn't resist you." He smirked.
"What have I become?" Karei blurts out.
