Prologue - 1942
Our story begins in 1942.
As a vampire in New Orleans food was easy to come by. People were everywhere packed manly in jazz bars. As I sit in a corner of the bar where I basically called home I ordered my usual, a wine glass, knife and a bottle of whiskey. As I sit there observing the crowd deciding who would be my appetizer I poured myself a drink. During my time "alive" and I use this word delicately alcohol was meant to help with the cravings of blood. I noticed a girl waiting on her own just looking around when she looked my way I smiled at her and she smiled back, I got up from my seat with the wine glass in hand. And made my way over towards her. "Waiting for anyone in particular?" I asked I had to choose my words carefully. "Waiting for my companion" she replied. Her voice was quite and soft. It was at that moment I stood directly in front of her looked her in the eyes "It appears my glass is empty, be a sweetheart and cut your wrist so I can have a refill"
I handed her the knife and she slid the blade across her wrist, I held the wine glass at a angle allowing the blood to drip into it, after waiting which seemed like forever the glass was three quarters full. I handed her my handkerchief to clean the blood from her wrist. Next I then bit into my own arm and presented it to her. "Drink" it wasn't a demand more of a request. Her wound which was located on her wrist had now healed."Forget of this encounter, go enjoy the rest of your evening" she nodded and walked away.
I return to the bar blood in hand sipping the sweet nectar that slid down my throat savouring every drop. I carried on enjoying my evening, had the occasional dance with the odd stranger. Until this one gentlemen practically took my interest. Keen I walked over to him. "Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this" he asked me. "Enjoying the fine wine and music" I replied seduction dripping with every word I said. He held out a hand "May I have a dance" My dainty gloved hand reached out to meet his "You may" was all I told him.
Moments pasted at we gently swayed along with the music. "So what brings you here? To New Orleans I mean, by your accent I can tell your not originally from here" he asked me. "Yes it's true I wasn't born here, I was born in England but I'm pleased to call this place home for now" I responded. "I've come to observe a couple of dear friends" I added while looking over his shoulder seeing 4 figures with there backs towards us. Why I was telling a stranger the reasons for my trip was beyond me, however I was excited I hadn't killed for a while and I had decided that this man was going to be my prey.
"How rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself" the man said."Adrian Peterson" he added. "Why Mr Peterson it's lovely to meet you" I replied. "Have I not earned the pleasure of knowing your name?" "Not in the slightest" I giggled "Perhaps if you allow me to see how you taste, it might change my mind" Instantly I leaned forward and kissed him, gently at first but then as I deepened this kiss I felt hands roam towards my backside. I pulled away and motioned Adrian to follow. As we made our way through the crowd of people we managed to get outside to a side alley next to the bar. "Now where was we" I say as we continued where we left off. About 5 minutes had past where I moved away from his lips and trailed kisses down his jaw line and next feeling his pulse beat so erratic made my fangs come through my gums and veins bulge out under my eyes. I pulled away. Making use of the restricted amount of light down the alley. "Still want to know my name?" I ask. Adrian nodded. "Well I suppose it's best to know who murders you, so let me tell you it's Serina Romerez" dazed and confused by lust made him such a easy target as my fangs plunged into his neck drinking his blood till I could no longer fell a pulse dropping him to the floor I carefully wiped the blood around my mouth. Stepped over his body and walked into the night.