It had been three weeks.
Three weeks without blood.
I was going mad. Slowly, monstrously, a blinding torture was filling me up. I couldn't take this any longer…What was I thinking, leaving like that? Without even stashing on blood. I chuckled at myself. Oh Lord…I really was going crazy.
I breathed as deeply as I possibly could. Without a necessity for lungs, I realized that there was no limit. I couldn't smell anything. I had walked all the way to this? Ran away from Maria so I could eventually…not even die! What would happen?
Stupid eternal damnation.
With a last spark of hope, I inhaled again.
The new smell threw me off guard. An extremely sweet stench, pure and fruity. I felt like I'd just entered a batch of peaches.
And naturally, the peach smell had no appeal for my aching throat. I longed for warm, human blood. And the thought of it just made me feel worse.
Nevertheless, as the childish perfume got stronger, my instincts took over and I ran blindly forward.
I stopped when I knew this would be where the smell was strongest. It was pitch night, but my eyes still saw. I spun in a full circle, looking desperately for the essence of the fragrance.
Why was I so drawn to it? It wasn't what I needed.
Come on…come on. I let out waves of what I hoped would be attraction so the thing emitting the smell would come. It felt like roped were being strung out of me and searched in the dark for something.
I heard a soft giggle from behind. Startled, I twirled around. There, in front of me, about two yard away, I could see a shadow perched on a fence.
I got closer. Features started to appear. Short spikes of hair…tiny body.
The thing was sitting down, rocking its legs.
Suddenly, the clouds around the moon cleared up, and I could see as clearly as daytime.
Before me was the loveliest creature I'd ever seen. She was extremely short, with short, black hair. Beneath her simple white frock, I could distinguish her very skinny shape. She was barefoot. Her skin was pale, ivory. She smiled at me, and I could see a spark of delight in her deep scarlet eyes. She was a vampire. She laughed in a beautiful soprano.
"Well…it looks like I've found you, Jasper Whitlock." She said.