Chapter One

It was hot, dry and sunny and everything you'd see is red, red, red and more red.

Of course. It's Saint Marcus festival. Tourist and locals all clad in bloody crimson, cheering prayers and praises for the saint who is said to have chased away the vampires from this village. Only if they know the truth that the blood suckers live just below them. Quite sure they will run, if they are smart enough or just stare and be held by our unnatural beauty, like the females today who always take second glances, all of them seduced.

I sighed ignoring the stares and looked up at the concrete wall that gives me enough shade. I closed my eyes briefly tracing Heidi's "string" from all the circuit of presence I knew. I agreed to accompany her to go fishing today but Heidi doesn't want me to interfere. She loves the attention too much.

When I have pin point her location, my legs moved in human speed and made my way. Carefully avoiding sunlight and human touch.

Long legs, beautiful mahogany curls and a slender figure and a face that resembles a goddess. That what makes up Heidi, the fisher, as we call her. She stands outside the clock tower explaining the history of the structure to the clueless tourist who will end up as our dinner later. My lips crept into a smirk. Surely she had perfected the art of acting.

I was going to join Heidi when the wind blew. It was just a faint breeze but strong enough to carry the scent that made my mouth pool with venom. Heidi gave me a questioning look but I ignored it anyway. My mind was clouded with the scent. It was so perfect, divine and delicious. I could already imagine the sweet taste of it on my mouth the flowing to my burning throat.

I searched the sea of red for the source of the mouth-watering scent. My nose burning with the scent as I take more steps toward the east.

And there she sat at the Café drinking coffee. Her brown eyes wander around the people on the streets as she slouched on her seat. Her black shoulder length hair makes an annoying curtain from her pink rosy cheeks and I. She is alone. Perfect. Guess I'm lucky today.

And I made my way toward the woman already thinking a hundred different ways to kill her.

Author's Note

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