So this is a revised version of the story I just put up. It was written quickly at 2 in the morning, and I posted it without thinking, without reading over it. Nothing. Thanks to a concerned reviewer I read it over and realize that not only was the grammar ATROCIOUS (It might still be, and I apologize for that.) But I was also missing words. So, I read it over once, and this is the finished product.

Enjoy.

Bill Compton was a vampire.

He wasn't sure if everyone around him knew this, but he figured that even those who may have figured it out were too high on whatever their drug of choice was to decipher it anyhow. It was 1969 and he was particularly interested in a golden haired female sitting about 10 feet away from him. He was wearing his favorite "Grateful Dead' T-shirt that he had gotten while attending the night festival that the humans had called Woodstock. He had enjoyed it very much, and decided to follow a band that had been calling themselves 'The Who'. The woman he was watching was one of their 'groupies'.

He had learned over the past couple of nights that she slept with the band, and admired their music. In Fact, she had followed them to America all the way over from England. Bill had always loved England, and he wondered if that was part of the reason he was drawn to her. She had the most adorable posh accent he had ever heard.

"They told me, you know, 'Lillian if you follow those damn rockers all the way too America you are never going to make it back'." She laughed slightly, taking a small drag off the joint they were passing around. A young man sitting across from her, the drummer maybe, looked amused.

"And what did you say to that, Lils?"

"I told them they could fuck off. Nothing could stop me following you guys, Music is my life. What was I going to do back in dreary old england?" She glanced around, meeting everyone's eyes. "Well, probably the same thing I'm doin' now, just not with a bunch of lovely fuckers like yourselves."

She was vulgar, and for some reason, he loved it. He could smell her scent from across the room. She smelled like fresh flowers and smoke. It was intoxicating.

He had been doing quite a good job at not getting himself noticed. He followed their bus, like many others who admired them. He slept in the ground at night, and was becoming more and more accustomed to the hours they kept. Which were, in fact, very close to his own. He went to shows, glamoured the men and woman who saw him too often, and fed on whatever lonesome hippie happened to stray away from the herd.

He considered his surroundings. It was a small hotel room, there were many humans all packed close together. She was one of the only women who seemed to be close with the band, and that made some of the others jealous. He was snapped to attention by the golden haired groupie standing up and following the drummer into another room. He set down the glass he was holding, it was still full seeing as he had no interest in whatever contents it may have held, and swiftly made his way towards the door they had disappeared through.

He listened to them have sex for a while, until he became bored and watched some of the other girls try to seduce the man who sang. He had no interest, and Bill watched with amusement as each woman was turned down. He heard the man speaking and zipping up his pants. He exited the room, turning to face Bill, he eyed him strangely for a moment.

"Hey, would you mind keeping an eye on her for me, she is bloody well fucked if we don't watch her. Thanks pal." And he left.

Bill wondered if this musician knew the danger he was putting young Lillian in. He considered this for a moment and then realized, that no, he didn't.

Lillian was lying on her back, a needle sticking out from her arm. He vaguely heard 'Baby It's You' playing somewhere in the background. The room was dark, and rather small. His glanced around, though he knew they were completely alone. He closed the door and locked it, knowing for a fact that they would not be bothered for quite some time. He focused on her again, scanning her, and letting his eyes fall on her own. He had seen her at the Woodstock bonfire, twirling and dancing. She was the first human that had struck any interest in him in over a century.

Her dazed eyes scanned his face for a moment, and she let her eyes rest on his shirt, and giggled slightly.

"Nice shirt, man. Maybe you can show me what's under it some time?"

He couldn't help but smile as he sat her up. He could smell that the drugs in her system mixing with something that she had taken earlier, forming some sort of deadly concoction. And suddenly, he thought of how lonely he was without Lorena, and how she had left him, even if it was only for a short time. He could change poor Lillian before she died. Lord knows she was attractive, and what a wonderful distraction she would be until his Lorena returned to him. He considered all this, while still looking her in the eye, glamouring her into submission, not that he imagined she would have put up much of a fight anyway. She seemed to be enamored with him even in her drug stupor. He had never changed anyone before, he had never even considered the idea. He was always so wrapped up in Lorena, in fact, this was the first time he had ever struck out on his own for more than a year or two. But he could sense that Lorena would return too him in due time, and Lillian would be a welcome distraction.

Well, whatever he was going to do, he better do it quick. She was slipping away, and the more time he took, the weaker she would be when she finally turned completely. He pulled the needle from her arm and picked her up, one hand under her neck, the other under her knees. Sliding window open, he carefully jumped outside, landing swiftly, and running towards the parking lot where his car was parked. He would take her to the cemetery he had seen while driving into the city, a moseleum would serve them well.

He made haste, making sure to park the car in the parking lot of a large shopping center about a block away. He ran, carrying her, to the cemetery, hoping against hope that she would still be strong enough to turn over. He could still sense a strong will to live inside her, and as he set her down to break into the moseleum, she glanced up at him and smiled before once again, lulling herself back to in sleep. Once inside he laid her on the ground and a sudden jolt of excitement welled up inside him. He stared down at her for a moment, taking in how beautiful she looked while asleep. Bill had always loved blondes, and he would have to exhibit complete control so he wouldn't kill her.

He leaned down next to her face, and as if she sensed his presence, her eyes snapped open.

"I'm going to die." She choked out, her voice weak, but he could detect a faint smile on her lips.

"I can save you."

"Please." Was all she said before passing out once more. That was all the green light Bill needed, and he leaned down, sinking his teeth into her neck, she made a small gasp, and reached up to cling to him.

Her blood was sweet, and he felt it flowing through him, warming him in every aspect. He felt himself become erect immediately, but he wouldn't rape her, he would wait until she was fully awake to allow himself that pleasure. He drank, and drank until he felt only a tiny spark left. When he pulled away from the wound on her neck, he licked it slightly, and the wound began to heal. He lifted his wrist to his mouth and sliced it open, lowering it too her mouth she opened her eyes as the first drop splashed onto her lips.

"Drink," He said, his voice heavy with lust and the effects of her blood. She didn't even wait for him to finish the word before she latched onto his wrist, sucking the life right out of him. He could feel the lust budding inside of him, growing stronger as she drew the blood from the small wound. Whatever warmness had been there because of her blood, was now replaced with his want for her body. She was become more and more flustered by the second, until finally, she fell back onto the cold dirt floor. She was dead. But not for good. She would awake after a few days, ready to feed, and relieve him of his sexual desires. For now, he needed sleep.