Angelus moved slowly through the crowded street. His eyes searched the crowd for someone. I could see that he was trying hard to blend in.
I feared what I had to do next. What if it didn't turn out right, or didn't work at all?
The dream that I had last night still lingered in my mind. When I dreamt, it wasn't something to be shrugged off as an illusion my mind had created out of my memories. My dreams were visions of the future. Last night I had dreamt that I would have to cause Angelus' change.
He was still looking around, searching for the perfect victim. I knew exactly what he was looking for. A gypsy girl, most likely the prettiest one he could find. That was his style. If only he knew all the consiquenses of craving that exotic blood. Even I didn't know them all. I knew he would be cursed, damned, but it would all be for the best.
I began my work and scanned the crowd to find that perfect girl. I was sorry that she had to be sacrificed, but her death would save so many. My eyes stopped their searching when they were caught by the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had rich brown hair that glowed from inner luster, dark brown eyes with thick, long lashes, and silky smooth skin. My senses told me that she was the one.
I knew I had to act quickly and efficiently before the girl left. I walked briskly into the crowd and made my way to where she was walking. As soon as I was close enough, I pretended to trip and I fell onto her, being sure that I "accidentally" scratched her arm with my fingernails, hard enough to draw blood.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!," I cried as I stood up and helped the girl up. "Are you alright?."
"Yes, yes. I'm alright, just a scratch on my arm," she said with a thick accent. "I'll go home and treat it." She showed me her arm, and sure enough, there was a bleeding scratch. It was small, but the scent of blood would definitly draw Angelus to her. The scent intoxicated me, and I licked my fangs with my mouth closed (I don't have a vampire face, just the fangs, which are there all the time. One of my mutations that I'm glad to have). I would feed later on one of the homeless or thieves. I only fed on those better off dead.
The girl smiled at me and was on her way again as I retreated to the shadows of an alley. Just as I had predicted, Angelus was soon behind the girl, his prey having been chosen for the night. I looked after him until he was out of view. Perhaps that would be the last time I would see Angelus for a long time. Perhaps it would be the last time I would ever see him. God forgive me for what I had done.
I feared what I had to do next. What if it didn't turn out right, or didn't work at all?
The dream that I had last night still lingered in my mind. When I dreamt, it wasn't something to be shrugged off as an illusion my mind had created out of my memories. My dreams were visions of the future. Last night I had dreamt that I would have to cause Angelus' change.
He was still looking around, searching for the perfect victim. I knew exactly what he was looking for. A gypsy girl, most likely the prettiest one he could find. That was his style. If only he knew all the consiquenses of craving that exotic blood. Even I didn't know them all. I knew he would be cursed, damned, but it would all be for the best.
I began my work and scanned the crowd to find that perfect girl. I was sorry that she had to be sacrificed, but her death would save so many. My eyes stopped their searching when they were caught by the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had rich brown hair that glowed from inner luster, dark brown eyes with thick, long lashes, and silky smooth skin. My senses told me that she was the one.
I knew I had to act quickly and efficiently before the girl left. I walked briskly into the crowd and made my way to where she was walking. As soon as I was close enough, I pretended to trip and I fell onto her, being sure that I "accidentally" scratched her arm with my fingernails, hard enough to draw blood.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!," I cried as I stood up and helped the girl up. "Are you alright?."
"Yes, yes. I'm alright, just a scratch on my arm," she said with a thick accent. "I'll go home and treat it." She showed me her arm, and sure enough, there was a bleeding scratch. It was small, but the scent of blood would definitly draw Angelus to her. The scent intoxicated me, and I licked my fangs with my mouth closed (I don't have a vampire face, just the fangs, which are there all the time. One of my mutations that I'm glad to have). I would feed later on one of the homeless or thieves. I only fed on those better off dead.
The girl smiled at me and was on her way again as I retreated to the shadows of an alley. Just as I had predicted, Angelus was soon behind the girl, his prey having been chosen for the night. I looked after him until he was out of view. Perhaps that would be the last time I would see Angelus for a long time. Perhaps it would be the last time I would ever see him. God forgive me for what I had done.