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There was a new rush that filled my veins. It felt similar to adrenaline, pushing the human body beyond it's normal limits. But for me, it was so different. the blood of the girl last night, Morgan, was still fresh in my body. I tried to sit up in bed. A part of my smiled at the irony of the situation. Vampires don't sleep. Ever. As long as we have blood, we feel energized and alive. The sluggish ones might fall into a light trance to pass the time. I hadn't slept in about forty years.
I pushed back the covers, another useless figure to my room. They were fluffy and warm. Not that I would notice. Changes in temperature didn't effect me. I could feel when it was hot, I could even feel the cold. But, I could also go to Antarctica and walk around in my boxers without any worries.
I ran my fingers through my growing mop of dark hair. That was one of the thing's that did change on my body. it grew, often past my eyes at times, before I ever bothered cutting it. the time of the Beatles was one of my favorites, and the recent upsurge in emo hairstyles had helped me fit in. Now, the shaggy was look was one that I kept with well. Brushing a clumped strand of hair from my face, I got out of bed and took the twenty-three steps to my bathroom, to look in the mirror.
My eyes were pinched together slightly, set on both sides of my nose, ridged slightly from a fight before my changing, that had broken. Back then, they never set right, leaving me with a nasty looking nose. My pale features made me glow slightly, in the bathroom. Light colored pale lips were set just about my clefted chin, dead center of my stronger jaw. Oh, yeah, the whole no reflection. Load of bull crap to increase the mystery of vampires. But, every one of my features paled to my eyes. They stood out, so sharp and vibrant. They had once been a sea storm blue. But, with new blood rushing through my body, they had taken on a purplish color. Oh, and the pupils are slitted, almost like a cat. From a distance, it's hard to tell. But, up close, the slits are far too obvious. I could pass for human. But, I could never fool myself into thinking I was one of them.
Getting naked, I turned on the hot water. the heat may have made little distance, but I still loved the feel of it. Back when I was human, it was hard to come by. Some of the things that humans take for granted.
I soaked and soaped up my body. It was a mostly useless ritual. Vampires are notoriously clean. Even my feeding had left very little blood behind. I tried not to think of the warmth of the girl's blood, the metallic taste still lingered on my tongue.
I tried not to think such thoughts. But the odd fact about that, is the harder you try not to think about something, the harder it becomes. Feeling that the relaxing shower I had hoped for was in vain, I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. The sun was already coming up. the light struck my face, and I was forced to avert my gaze. Sun doesn't harm young vampires, especially ones that have recently fed. An older vampire without blood would burn upon the pure rays of the sun. I supposed I could thank that Morgan girl once more.
I got dressed in my normal garb of hoodie and jeans and left the house. The sun might not have burned me to a crisp like an old frying pan with some bacon, but it blinded me with its intense rays. the sounds of the city hit me like a brick wall.
Even in the suburbs of New York, I could still hear all the cars. The city that never sleeps found a way to creep its way to its surrounding areas. Jumping into my car, a jet black, sleek 1967 Chevy impala. It was my baby. I had bought it when it was brand new, back at the end of the sixties. Turning it on, I could feel the roar of the engine straight to the marrow of my bones. Smiling, I pulled it out, whipping the wheel and peeling out of the parking lot. The cookie cutter houses flashed by in a blur of repeated images.
I followed the pull of the blood in my body. It's an odd thing about vampire's and drudge's. There is an instant connection between the two. A vampire can count on a drudge to take whatever order is given, while a drudge knows that the connection they have with a vampire makes them safe from harm. It also allowed them to find each other, no matter the distance that spans between them.
I stopped the car outside Morgan's house, and got out. Standing by the passenger door, a simple nudging thought against her mind and I could feel her urgency to get out. Morgan came flying out the door, pausing long enough in the doorway to wave at her parents before half-running at me. I could see in the corner of my vision the curtains moving out of the way, a surly bear of a man glancing out with one eye at me.
Lips crushed against mine in a familiar feel of soft need. My tongue flicked her bottom lip. Although my eyes were closed, I knew her father was still watching. I could almost feel the burning anger at watching her daughter make out with a hooded figure billowing from the house.
