Forbidden Blood

Part one

Your average, everyday 'serial killer'. Yeah. Sure, you say, but you don't know. I could be stalking you or I could be just watching as you go about your business, leery of my deep green eyes.

I'll keep my distance and you can keep your sanity for the time being. I'll find you again when you least expect it. I'll come when the time is right, when the moon is full and my skin begins to sparkle. Until then you are safe, trust me.

I'll walk away, into the non-descript hole in the wall restraint, leaving you to your false sense of security. I'll move on and scare the wits out of the waitress. She thinks I'm beautiful anyway. My pale skin makes her jealous. How I wish she'd make my day. How I wish I could taste that blood pumping through her body. So warm and energizing. I wouldn't kill her though. I can wait for you.

The night is my aura. I live for the night and you have an infatuation with it as I have observed. You sit in that little café staring out at the moon, jotting the occasional note on the pad next to your coffee.

You become enraged once when a woman sat at your table trying to lure you away from your notes. You should have gone with her for your own good. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed you if you had. That, however, may not be completely true. You see, I've been watching you for awhile; you are a very interesting guy.



I will be able to lure you away. You will be enchanted by me and hang on my every single work. You ask how I know but I'm experienced. Humans will always hang on my words.

You will want every part of me. You ill come as soon as my full lips form your name. Your brain will all but shut sown and I will be there in your mind telling you what to do. We'll take my car to the hill and you won't return.

Your day is approaching quickly. I've watched you for a month now. Like all my victims, I've grown attached to your smell as if my life depended on it. That will recede soon. I'm growing uncomfortably hungry. I do hope your blood tastes as good as it smells.

Now, I'm watching you in your usual place trying to play your mind. For some reason I can't get in. Is this a joke? Do you know my game already? It can't be so, you are just a human.

There's a smell. The smell just crossed my path. There's a mint attached and she is trying to get to you. A feral growl rolls off my lips as I spot her. She has begun speaking to you and now I will claim you and kill the insolent fool of a vampire. She doesn't know what she's started.

She stands 5 foot 7 inches, topped in bright blonde hair that touches her slight shoulders. She wears a t-shirt and jeans on that slight frame. She smiles when you look her way; to you it must be a pleasant smile. Now I'm behind her and she can tell that I am angry.

"Get away from my territory." I hiss low enough that only she hears.

"This is fair territory. I could smell him for miles."

"I don't mind making a scene. Get off my territory or you will die."



You are waling towards us, abandoning you notes. My heart would be racing if it beat at all. I will you to go but you come closer. She is practically drooling.

Faster than she expects I rip off her head and you stop dead in your tracks. I grab the body and take off into the night. There will be a great fire. No one will have you but me, even if I have to destroy every vampire in existence.

There's a factory down the block. Its boiler is still hot, flames jumping out when I open the door. Her pieces are twitching as the heat registers against her pale skin. There is nothing she can do to stop me. Her body burns hotter than the boiler was before for only a moment before she was completely gone.

Two days have gone by. You still stay at the café all night watching for me. You were enthralled by me. You thought I was beautiful; now my job was getting easier.

As soon as I enter the brightly lit diner your attention snaps to me. I sit at the counter and order a coffee. It has no flavor to me but I shall maintain that semi-human appearance. You once more abandon your notes and join me at the counter; I've been trying to burrow into your mind since I walked in but to no avail. You are impenetrable.

"Hello." I say quietly from under my vial of dark hair.

You stay still for a moment in the exact spot that I nearly killed the other vampire. "May I join you?"

"I'm nearly finished but yes. I might enjoy your company."

You sit next to me; so close to the very thing that is about to kill you. You are oblivious to the growing danger.



"why did you do it?"

"what exactly are you insinuating sir?"

"not insinuation. I saw you kill her." he whispered.

"I don't know what you're saying and I don't appreciate you accusing me on false charges."

"I know what I say. I apologize however; as I am sure you wouldn't tell anyone of your habits, especially someone you've not known. I'm Jason."

You offer you hand; I sip the coffee as if you hadn't made the gesture. Taken aback by my lack of notice, you drop your hand, wafting your scent through my nostrils. How tempting you are to me.

"you don't talk much. You don't strike me as a shy person though. Would you lend me your name? I can't keep up this one sided conversation forever."

Too bad you don't have forever to try that theory. I'll indulge you though.

"Jade Gwendalen, but needn't know my last name because it is not a name of stature."

Your hand moves to touch mine but I've moved already.

"I must be leaving now; the sun is rising."

You look at me as if I were some kind of idiot. I understand your confusion. Daylight is when you are safe. Daylight is when I stay in the shadows to watch you.



I lay a bill on the counter and slide from the diner. It feels so slow and dramatic to me but you see a certain quickness. Humans are so very ill-equipped to handle such fluid movements in both sight and attempts to copy. When will they learn? Oh, right, never because our secrets remain with those who die.

On this day you walk down the middle of the street. I'm not sure why, as I cannot seem to enter your mind. All I know is that a car is coming and you are not looking. The thought of your blood pooling on the street so close to me has crossed my mind. I am contemplating leaving the shadows and hoping that you move.

The car's horn is blaring and its brakes screech. I have only a second to decide what to do and there you are. Fine, I thought, grabbing you and pulling you into the shadows where I stand.

"Don't walk in the middle of the road you idiot. You could have died."

You are speechless. I roll my eyes and grow rigid. I've scratched your arm with my nails. Not deep at all, barely through a layer of skin, but blood is bubbling up and I find myself warring. Your breath smells so inviting and I don't want to hurt you now.

"Get out of here. You're late for work." I say taking off to hold myself together.