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Someone to watch over me.

Chapter 1 - An unlikely guardian.

Jade's POV

In all my years of existence, there are certain types of voices that have come to really annoy me. The one I was hearing, over the light Jazz music in this upscale bar was one of them. Here I am trying to drink quietly and enjoy the atmosphere, when I hear this young woman in the next booth with this really nasally voice.

She kept going on and on to her friends about some person named Todd and how he's going to make millions at the brokerage house he just got a job with.

Glancing over they all looked like young rich types. They had their hair done, dresses by Dolce and Gabbana, fancy shoes, the works. There were 4 of them. The woman with the terrible voice, was a striking looking blonde with a short bob cut and an angelic face. She wore a red dress and had a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet. She seemed to make an effort to show it off, a lot. Everything about her said money.

But beyond her good looks, the more I hear from her the more I hate her. She's obviously the queen bee of her little group. From what I hear her boyfriend, Todd, is about to propose. I'm starting to feel very sorry for Todd.

"So when do you think he'll pop the question?" Asked one of the girls at the table.

"I'm thinking he's going to do it in a few weeks. I think he's planning something special in the Hampton's. I heard him talking to his dad about borrowing the beachfront home for something."

"I'm so happy for you." Said a second girl, with a happy squeal.

"I know. He'll make millions and I'll just do what I do. Spend and look fabulous. My daddy is talking to a producer friend of his to get me my own reality show. I'll be bigger than the Kardashians." The annoying girl said with a snobbish and confident tone of voice.

"I'll bet he's going to get you a beautiful ring." Said the first girl.

Annoying girl made a strange laugh. "It had better be, 2 carrots minimum."

"or what?" said the 2nd girl with a puzzled expression.

"Or he finds a new girlfriend."

Just looking at her I could tell, she wasn't kidding. Her friends all laughed it off, as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

That's when I decided to kill her. Right then and there. I smiled and ordered another martini as I waited for the group to make their next move. Its past 9 o'clock and I'm guessing, the group would probably hit one of the exclusive nightclubs that dot New York.

I sat there patiently waiting and listening to her loudly talk about how rich and beautiful she was. It was her I'm better than everyone else, attitude that sealed her fate. By all means, I'm much richer, more beautiful and thousand time's more deadly than she is, but I don't feel the need to broadcast it to everyone in earshot.

They left the bar and I discreetly followed them. Being a creature of the night, that was 2nd nature for me. I barely had to even think about it. They piled into, I think hers, white Escalade and they took off. I followed in my Black Mustang. I usually drive something nice but not too pricy, when I'm on the hunt. Really pricy cars attract attention and I don't want to attract attention. I hadn't really planned to feed on anyone tonight. I am a vampire of course, but I've always been a bit different than the rest.

It took me a long time to figure out what set me apart, but in time I concluded that I retained a piece of my soul. Not a big piece, but a piece nonetheless. There are certain limits that I find myself not wishing to cross. I have a strange sense of "morality" and I live by it. Most of the time.

As I follow the group, I wonder what the others of my kind are doing. Probably involved in their little palace intrigues with the vampire council or hanging at one of their places. They're so dark, so decadent, so beautiful, so absolutely fucking boring. Had I not tired of my own kind, I would have made it to the council by now. I'm older and more powerful than at least 3 of the 5, probably all of them by now.

But I tired of court life ages ago, it never changes. Them with their little clans and factions and everyone vying for control or favor of one or more of the council. Once and a while one will try to get my favor to back them up for some stupid scheme. I am the most powerful independent.

I make a point to tell them once, to leave me alone. If they bother me after that, I destroy them. I don't interfere with the council and they leave me alone in turn. It's just the stupid newborn vampires that think they can lure me into what ever they have in mind.

Maybe that's part of my soul, wanting something more than this existence. Over time it's gotten very hollow. They don't seem to mind it at all. I find myself wanting something more. I could find a vampire companion, but they are just as vain and stupid as the girl I'm following.

I followed the group to one of the newer trendy nightclubs. It's called Essen, I have no idea why. What's with trendy nightclubs always having one word names all the time? Pulling up in their escalade they walked right past the line and the doorman let them in. They must have big bucks, I guessed. I parked around back and came to the rather burly doorman.

"Are you on the list?" He said looking at my worn leather Jacket with scorn.

It only took a moment of gazing into his eyes to put him under my spell. Wordlessly he stepped aside and let me enter. Only the most ancient vampires, such as myself, can hypnotize a human so easily. It can be resisted under certain circumstances, but that rarely happens.

I do hunt humans, but never children. If you mind your own business and don't annoy me, you'll probably be just fine. Most of the time when I feed it's on the dregs of society.

There was a serial rapist who terrorized the area last year. Police were baffled by how he suddenly stopped. The speculated he moved away.

No, he just ran into me. I fed from him and killed him. I like preying on criminals, it gives me a thrill. Not that I exclusively do that. After all, what am I doing now?. I get the itch to just be bad sometimes and tonight is one of them. The rich, stuck up socialite will be a missing person by tomorrow.

She and her friends got a table up on the exclusive upper level of the club. They danced, they partied, flirted, flashed their American express black cards, had a good time and did all the things rich little girls do.

I just needed to separate one from the pack. I gained entrance to the exclusive section and waited. Sure enough, eventually she went to the bathroom.

With her alone, I quickly moved to strike. As luck would have it, the bathroom on the upper level was empty. Following her in, I waited while she was in the stall.

When she came out I was washing hand at the sink.

"Pretty Hopping crowd tonight. This is such a neat place." I said in a friendly tone and a disarming but goofy looking smile.

She rolled her eyes and went to the sink to wash her hands. She apparently wasn't interested in talking to a lowlife Goth chick like me.

"That's a very beautiful dress you have." Complimenting her would certainly get her to say something.

She gave me a look of scorn. "The Goth bar is down the street. You don't belong here." Her voice was dripping with contempt.

I quickly grabbed her hand and gazed deep into her eyes. She struggled for a moment and then simply stopped. The expression on her face suddenly went blank.

I smiled and flashed my fangs. Something she would soon come very familiar with.

Leaning in, I gently brushed back the hair around her ear and whispered. "I'll be outside around the back in a black mustang in 5 minutes. You'll stay here for exactly 3 minutes and then leave the bar. You avoid your friends and say nothing to them. Nor do you say anything to anyone else. Do not keep me waiting."

She nodded and I kissed her on the cheek. I moved quickly and with lighting speed I was out of the bar. In my over 2000 years of life, I can move very fast.

Soon enough, she came around the back where I was waiting. I opened the door and she got in. With that I revved the engine and drove away.

"So…What's your name beautiful?" I said as I ran my hand up her leg. She has very soft skin, I'll bet she takes great care of it. Such a pity.

"Cassie." She said as if in a trance, that's because she was.

"So tell me Cassie, if Todd gave you a one carat diamond ring would you dump him?" I already knew the answer I just wanted to her say it.

"Yes."

I raised my eyebrow as an amused expression came to my face. "The fact that he loves you, doesn't matter as much as the ring size?"

"I'm worth every penny."

I said nothing more and we drove to the industrial park outside of Manhattan. I half thought of taking her up to my place for some fun, but her voice still bothered me.

Soon we reached our destination which was behind a large ironworks. Using a garage door opener I used it to open a back garage door. The whole place belonged to me. It turned me a tidy profit and I used it for other purposes.

Once inside the little garage, I turned off the car. "So Cassie, do you believe in vampires?" I said, as I tenderly traced her jugular vein.

"No. They don't exist."

I smiled and flashed my fangs as I leaned over. "You should. Because they do."

She moaned as I sank my fangs deeply into her. My favorite part is always that moment when my first come in contact with the skin. The second I know that I have them. An instant later I was gorging myself on her warm salty blood. It was like nectar to me and only spurred me to drink deeper. Sometimes I play with them for a while, she however would just be a meal.

I could turn her, if I wanted. With her shallowness and good looks, she'd make a perfect vampire. But I didn't want to, so I just kept drinking. Not letting a single drop run down her perfumed neck. As I did, I could feel her get colder and colder as the life force ebbed from her body. She of course just passively took it, as I wanted her to.

When she expired in my arms I let go, having drained of her most her blood. I found myself more than satisfied, having fed on her.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Thank you Cassie, you've been wonderful."

Quickly getting out of the car I pulled her limp cold body from the front seat. I carried her to the elevator and took it to the top of the smelter. As I got up, the noise from the floor grew louder. As I emerged on the top floor I could feel the temperature rise as I was nearing the large furnace where the iron was melted and purified.

When it was installed I had a special featured put in, a small chute from the top to deep inside the furnace. Finally reaching my destination, I used my key to open a small door. As I did the heat became intense.

Not giving it a 2nd thought, I pushed her body down the chute where it would be incinerated into nothing. Soon what ever was left of her would be part of a bridge or a skyscraper.

"Todd, I do hope you chose better next time. No need to thank me." I said with a smirk.

3 days later I would read about the mysterious disappearance of wealthy young socialite, Cassie Hartwell. The news report said she was last seen leaving a trendy night club alone. Police were investigating but had no further leads.

As I said, I'm bad sometimes. The last non-criminal I made vanish was oddly enough, another Goth chick. I was in a Goth bar and for some reason she figured out I was a vampire. She told me how it was so cool that I was one of the night children and she told me how beautiful I was. Then she begged me to sire her and make her one of the beautiful ones.

As far as I'm concerned, anyone wanting to be a vampire shouldn't be one. People that stupid, deserved to be fed on like cattle. Of course I didn't bother tell her that. Though I think she may have figured it out, just before her heart stopped.

It was then I looked at the time on my phone and saw it was nearing midnight.

"Shoot…I can't miss it." I said quickly as I rushed back to the car. With a building sense of urgency, I drove back into the downtown.

In my rather dreary, if not boring existence there is one bright light. Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to it. I can't keep away, no matter how much I try.

In no time I arrived at my destination, a slightly run down part of town. I parked in a private garage I had rented and quickly moved to my normal vantage point.

I was sitting on a rooftop overlooking a dark grimy alley that smelled of grease. My attention was focused on a blue door with a single light over the top. It was the rear entrances for Hap's, which is a greasy spoon diner that had been around since the 1960's.

Just like clockwork at 12:30 am the rear door opened and a young woman stepped out. She had long brown hair which was tied up and was wearing a faded brown waitress uniform. She was holding a plastic tray with soda, salad and a roll on it. Next to the door was a single table and a chair which she sat down on.

Just seeing her, made me happy. I made a wide smile. "Break time."

In the dark alley behind a greasy spoon the tired looking waitress began to eat. Her name is Victoria but her friends back in California call her Tori. . She's unfailingly kind and deeply cares about her friends and family. She works the late shift from 7:30 PM to 4:00 AM as a waitress. She has beautiful brown hair, heavenly cheekbones and the most striking brown eyes I've ever seen.

But her passion is singing. I happened to be passing by one day when I heard this voice, a beautiful sweet voice that made that tiny fragment of soul in me leap for joy. So I quietly stole to a rooftop and listened. After that I had to know everything about her.

Tori takes her break at 12;30 Am and as she is an aspiring singer almost always sings. Alone in a dark alley she sings the most beautiful songs. Sometimes it's up tempo pop songs, sometimes sad ballads, new songs, old songs, she does it all a capella. In any case it's the most beautiful voice I've ever heard and I've heard many.

From that first moment I was utterly mesmerized with her. Not just her perfect yet simply beauty, but her voice and as I learned later her huge heart. Every day I fall further in her spell. Me a powerful creature of darkness and I'm in madly love with her.

I have yet to speak to her and I don't dare. She's so perfect, so truly angelic that I feel that if so much a spoke to her, I would spoil that perfection. Turn her into a vampire? Never….I would never ever do that. She's such a kind soul and it would kill me to see her turn into one of the soulless decadent blood suckers that I've grown so tired of.

I wait patiently and am rewarded a few minutes later as she sings Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus. She handles the song well and doesn't miss a note. She likes to sing all the time, but is very shy about it. She frequently sings while alone and always does so on her break. But I'm here, unseen, listening every single night.

About 6 months ago, some homeless person who was sleeping nearby, yelled at her. He told her to stop that horrible caterwauling, that was keeping him up. That made Tori stop in mid song.

I could see the embarrassment and shame on Tori's face as she apologized. As soon as she went back into the restaurant that night, I quickly descended on him. How dare he insult my beautiful Tori. I dragged him off and tortured him to death and took my sweet time in doing it. Like the others, he wound up in the smelter.

If a music critic or an instructor gives her legitimate criticism, I'd have no problem with that. But he silenced her in mid song, with his vicious insult. That enraged me and made me lose control. Tori didn't sing for a week in the alley after that. I was very happy when she got the courage to sing again.

I've taken the time to learn about her. I haven't seen her date anyone. She's much to focused on work, school and music to do so right now. But it's bound to happen I suppose. As much as it pains me to see her with others, I would not interfere. She needs to learn of love and such matters on her own. I can't possibly intervene. It would only spoil her. If some man or woman makes her happy than I will live with it. I won't like it, but I'll live with it.

Of course if any of them lay a finger on or hurt her, they will never be seen again. It's just that simple.

I want to love her, hold her, tell her how special and beautiful she is. I want to shower her with cars, diamonds, furs or anything else her heart desires. I want to show her the world and the beauty I know of it. But of all those things, I would just want to hold her. Feel her warm body in my embrace.

She would know that in my arms, nothing could ever harm her.

How could a simple human being make me into a total romantic? I just don't know. But I'm a killer, a demon, a vampire, one of the undead. Truly, what could I possibly offer her? Any time I even think of speaking or getting near her, I become afraid. I get nervous. That same feeling one gets normally when they ask a person out for the first time. It's just easier and less complicated if I admire from a distance. For my touch, only brings death.

For a few more minutes she sits quietly and eats her dinner. Time passes and her break is ending soon. Tonight she seems to be lost in thought. I'd give anything to know what she was thinking about. I keep hoping to hear one more song.

She takes a final bite of her roll and once again she begins to sing. I recognize the song instantly and my heart sings with delight. It's the song. "Someone to Watch over me" By George and Ira Gershwin, written in 1926. It's a stunningly beautiful ballad and one of my very favorites. I met both of them at a party sometime in 1928, they were both very charming. But I quickly pushed aside all thoughts and closed my eyes as the song drifted up from below me.

There's a saying old says that love is blind
Still we're often told "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found her yet
She's the big affair I cannot forget
Only girl I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add her initials to my monogram
Tell me where's the shepherdess for this lost lamb

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone to watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although I may not be the woman some girls think of as handsome

To my heart she carries the key

Won't you tell her please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh how I need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me

I couldn't believe what I heard, she sang it with such emotion and power. I didn't think I could, it had been so long since I had, but I found myself so moved by her beautiful rendition of the song, that I could feel a single tear running down my cheek. I hardly give people like Cassie a second's thought. But Tori is something, more than just something. She's special and unique. I lover her more every day.

"This must be what heaven is like." I found myself whispering. As she finished up, I had to restrain myself from swooping down and taking her in my arms. I so wanted that song to be about me. In a way it was, but not really.

As it happens every night, her break ended and at 1:00 in the morning she picked up her tray and went back in the restaurant.

I stood there on the rooftop for a few moments more looking at the now empty alley. "I wish I could love you." I said, my heart heavy, as I turned to leave.

The night passes and at 4 am I have my last ritual of the night. Tori travels back home to her tiny apartment when she gets off for the night. She always looks so nervous when she walks alone to the bus stop and then waits for her bus. I can't stand her looking like that.

So every night, from the rooftops I follow her. Not just because I'm in love with her, but to ensure that she gets to her bus alright. No one will ever harm her, I see to that each and every night. She never sees me, but I'm always there keeping her safe.

As she sung earlier, she does have someone to watch over me.

But unfortunately, being who I am and what I am.

That's all I can do.

I do not own the rights to the song "Someone to watch over me." It's considered a classic and has been covered by everyone from Frank Sinatra, to Ella Fitzgerald to Amy Winehouse. It's a fine and beautiful song.