The moon rose above the endless clouds and shined down across my pale face. The glow revealed the out stretched grin from ear to ear and exposed the blood dripping from my mouth to the bottom of my chin. The feeling that took over me at this time still shakes through my body and stirs up past emotions of a fresh kill.

"Please don't kill me..." the young woman said as I held her tightly bound.

"Kill you..." I laughed through the thickness of the blood "...Why would I kill you?"

"You are Vampire."

"Well, You had to be right." the sound of her neck snapping eased the pain of her fear and my flavored meal of the night.

My way home was quick and easy, almost as easy as my break-neck ability, but not quite. The black motorized car I drove used to be a hard top but my anger over the heat not working made me convertible it up for my enjoyment. The top was ripped clean off and the wind moved through my hair as the high of my blood lust stayed with me after easy kills.

The lights from my vehicle shined on my little cabin by the woods as I rode up the small stone drive way. I got out the driver's side door and made my way to the front door handle to go in. The door was cracked open and a light was on inside. Peaking in, all I could see was the shadow of a figure spread across the hardwood floor. A sound rustled in my ears and a voice rang out over the cool night air.

"Come in Matthew."

I stood for a second, taking my sleeve and sliding it over my mouth to remove the blood or at least hide it, and then made my way across the threshold. I had heard this voice many times though out my long life and I knew what was in store for my corrupt soul.

"Welcome to your home. It is certainly nice to see you again." the voice said.

"Well I guess you found where I was living and decided to make your way in."I found pride in those few words and yet, I knew the results of talking back to my elder.

"I see..." His body moved across the room in an instant, attacking me and throwing me against the wall of my home, with his hand wrapped around my throat like a vice,"...You were never really respectful. You are very much and too much like me for your own good."

I couldn't breath all to well as a sculpture, one I had bought a few days ago in a haggle, was driven deep inside my back after getting slammed against the wall by the man. The pain was ringing through my body like a five alarm fire.

"What do..." that pain was now effecting my speech "...you want?"

"I need you to stop draining the life from every blood pump you see?" he released me and turned around making his way to his seat he had once sat at.

My thoughts were violent in action and very regrettable to my well-being as he found his seat,crossed his legs, and drew his black eyes in my direction.

"What does it matter to you?" I said popping the cap off a beer I found sitting out on the counter.

He leaned forward with a cough to clear the throat and said.

"Well, First! I made you and I take pride in things I make. Second! What you do makes waves for me and I will not have that, you understand?"

"Of course." with an eye roll.

"Third! I care about you and want you to be a better person than you have to be."

I laughed with a cartoon grin."Ok dad."

"Did you not learn from what just happened or do I need to refresh your memory Matthew?"

"i got it." taking a drink of the stale beer.