Vampire: [vam-pahyuhr]
–noun
1. a person who preys ruthlessly upon others; extortionist.
She would have him. She didn't want to kill him. No. Not yet. He would be her new play thing. She would get so very bored after so long. She was alone. She didn't need anyone, she could fend for herself. The thought of needing a defender made her laugh. She was a loner in every sense of the word. What purpose could she possibly have in getting someone to be with her. Be like her. She needed nor wanted anyone. They wanted her. Of course they did. It was part of the deal. Wrong word perhaps. Deal makes it sound as though she received something for this life? She received nothing but a one-way ticket to hell. Yes, she can live forever, but it's not meant to be that way for a reason. The longer you live- if it's living- the more death you see, the more death you cause. Though, she didn't mind the latter part. She made it a game. A game of life and death. Literally.
She always had fun with them. Most didn't last long. Well, all but one never lasted past the night they were unlucky enough to be noticed by her. He, however, captivated her. She couldn't end the game. She refused to let it happen. She liked him. She had studied him. She knew everything. His name, birth date, family schooling, address, hometown, everything. She kept it profiled in her head. She knew, as well, that he wasn't ready for her yet. She needed to be patient with him. He'd be a sensitive one she believed. But she liked that, it made the game all the more interesting. But she couldn't wait forever, just for him. So, in the meantime, she found another man. A stand in, if you will. A mister Michael Newton. Age 22, new to Seattle, junior in the University of Washington, and relentless frat boy stereotype. Easy enough. He wasn't completely appalling, as most of the mean from his house were. They idiotically tainted themselves with alcohol and drugs. Why that was, was beyond her. She didn't understand the workings of their minds and it bothered her. She understood everything. Everything except for these ridiculous frat boys and the one man she was after. She followed Mike into the house that was vibrating with the bass of the stereo. The music was revolting, as were half of the boys and girls in the room. Common decency had been lost with the years, obviously. She new it was a summer break party, she had heard some of the students talking of it. Normal enough. Someone disappears during the party, never ound again., Happens all the time, never suspected.
She saw him now leaning up against the wall, alone and brooding. Perfect. She sauntered over slowly, grabbing his attention. He attempted to look sexy with his smile. Sleazy, popped into her mind instead.
"Hi, gorgeous," he greeted holding his hand out. Lord, I hope he doesn't sincerely believe that works. She internally rolled her eyes. She unleashed a full, fake- though he couldn't tell, no one could- and took his hand in her, and keeping it.
"Hi," she replied sweetly. This should go fast enough.
"You dance, sweet thing?"
"She made her beautiful features look shy and embarrassed. "I can't dance."
He chuckled. "Of course you can. Come on, just stick with me."
He attempted to grab her but she lifted her arm at the same time, knocking his half empty cup onto him and down his shirt. Perfect, as usual. She pretended to look sorry. Of course she wasn't sorry. "Oh, dear, no! I'm so, so sorry. I'm way to clumsy. It's just… I like you.. And I really did want to dance-"
"Hey, hey. It's alright. I'll just go try to clean this up. It's my roommates shirt anyways. No harm done." She knew it was his roommate's shirt. It smelled like him. It was a lot of harm done. The poor shirt.
"I can help," she said quietly, looking up at him through her lashes. She knew what the look did. It never failed. She followed him up the stairs and into one of the bathrooms. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she turned towards Mike, who had a smug smile on his face. Too bad I'm the one getting lucky tonight. She walked up to him slyly and reached for the buttons on his shirt. He watched her, smile stuck in palce, putting his hands on her hips and squeezing. She smirked and finished the last of the buttons, setting the shirt over the basin. She had to keep that shirt safe. She was keeping it. We can't have this stupid boy ruining it any further.
She tilted her head and moved her lips to his. The kiss was slow, simple. As he tried to deepen it, she let him, but only for a few moments. She pulled away and descended on his neck, grazing her lips lightly up and down his bare throat. He moaned gruffly, and grabbed her hair, holding her there. Idiot. She put her three longest fingers over his lips, he didn't notice too much. He'd never think it'd be to keep his screams in his mouth where they belong. She smiled against his neck, nipping lightly.
"Harder," he moaned. She chuckled darkly. If you say so. And harder she bit. Through his skin to the beautiful artery pounding wetly in his neck. He gasped, trying to gather enough oxygen to scream, but her fingers pushed harder, and he was kept silent. She drank slowly, enjoying his whimpers, perhaps too much. But who exactly was going to judge her? No one but herself. She felt him slipping toward the floor, but she help him close until she finished. As the last drop hit her tongue, she threw him down onto the floor. How to make this one look better…
She open the oddly large window and picked the lifeless boy back up. Checking, and finding the lack of witnesses to her liking, she chuck him easily out the window. Poor, Mike, she thought, was jus too sad to go on living. Wonder if his roommate will be heartbroken… Her thoughts drifted back to the man she was waiting for. He would be a challenge, but she liked that. These simple kills were just so boring, and she wanted someone to test her. She'd keep him around for a while, she was sure of it. She walked back down the stairs quietly, after cleaning herself up. His shirt was tucked safely in her jacket pocket. He was here. At this party. She could smell him. She turned towards the kitchen. He was laughing with his brother. Emmett, she had found out. She smirked towards him and gripped his clothing in her hand. You're next, sweetheart.
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