A/N: Before you start reading, I'd just like to tell you that my knowledge of vampires is limited to Bram Stoker's Dracula, the movie Queen of the Damned, and the obvious which most everyone knows. So if you have any info on vampires that you think is interesting or feel to correct me on something I wrote, please do.
Chapter 2
I didn't have to wait long to find my next victim, and I refused to wait as I did before. Nor did I hide in the shadows. I had grown impatient after that leaving that girl. Quickly I came upon the young man and sunk my teeth into his neck before he could even react. His face slowly grew pale as the sweet nectar rushed from his body to mine. The quiet gasps for breath began to fade and his arm lowered to his side until he hung limply in my arms.
With a smile I slowly removed my teeth from his mouth and let the body fall to the ground with a quiet thud. I noticed another presence since I had found him but chose to ignore it until now. "I know you are there, so come out now before I drag you out." I said, wiping the blood that dripped from my lips.
"My, my, aren't we cranky." A female voice teased as she came out from the shadow of the building. "Did something go wrong?" She asked and drew closer to me. I gazed at the lifeless body that lay before me, not bothering to face her. "You're not one to strike so quickly. You like to examine your prey." She started to wrap her arms around my neck but I quickly threw them aside and glared at her.
"Quiet." I ordered.
The vampiress that stood before me was Clarisse. An old vampire but still considered young compared to myself. Long silky blonde hair ran down her shoulders to her waist with the ends curled slightly. Her pale skin contrasted with her red lips and dark eyes. The clothes, or lack of in my opinion, were a dark red mini skirt and blood red tank top. She would often steal jewelry from her victims, necklaces, bracelets, and rings, anything that sparked or shined. She had an odd attraction to material things. This time she wore a long gold necklace, three rings, one gold, silver, and the last hand a large diamond, along with a couple bracelets of various colors on both wrists and one on her ankle.
"Oh poo." She pouted then smiled as she stepped towards me. "And I was feeling so lonely tonight." I glared at her more intensely than before. Her smile quickly faded when she saw my mood was not planning on changing. "Fine, I'll leave you alone, Derek."
"You are never to call me that!" I growled at her. She smiled smugly before disappearing into the shadows once more. Finally I was able to relax when her presence was gone. Clarisse was the only one alive – if you could call her alive – who knew my name and loved to say it even though I forbid her from mentioning it to anyone. "Derek is dead." I reminded myself before leaving.
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"Did you see that guys face!" Animita laughed as she and the other young ones came into the old abandoned mansion. I sat in a comfy car in the study resting, waiting for them to return. They continued laughing loudly as they came to the study and quickly quieted down when they saw me. The chair was turned to the fireplace so all they could see was the back of the blood red chair. They often thought that I was meditating when they find me like this.
"Excuse me Master." Luke said seeing that no one else was going to speak. "I'm afraid we were unable to get the noob here to eat." He pointed to the man standing by the door examining the building. "He's been in a-"
"It does not matter. He can starve for all I care."
"Can we starve?" Marissa asked taking a step forward.
I turned my head just enough to look at her from the corner of my eye, a gesture that made them shudder at the coldness they saw. "He can starve for all eternity until his hunger consumes his mind." I turned back to the empty fireplace and closed my eyes. "Go. You are not to leave for the rest of the night." They grumbled quietly as before heading up the stairs to their rooms.
"Why do you protect us?" The so called noob asked when everyone else had left.
I sighed before getting out of the chair to face him. Patrick stood in the door way with a questioning look. He wore a white shirt, blue tie, dark coat with matching pants. His short brown hair had gotten messy and grayed a little. He was a business man when I had first saw him, now he was a one of us.
"There are many possible reasons. Maybe I do it to make myself feel better. Since I was unable to..." I started to drift away from his question and to an old memory I had to forget. "It doesn't matter. In fact, I only do it because they follow me. I could care less if they die."
Patrick sighed, he was hoping for a different answer. "So we do lost all human feelings."
"If that is true, then why are you disappointed?" I could hear him try to answer me but only managed to mumble to himself. "Though we have lost our human selves, we have not escaped the ability to feel." With that, I ended the conversation by sitting back into the chair.
I heard him step forward to ask another question but only sighed. "Goodnight sir." He said then left for the rooms above.
"It will never be a good night for me." I said to myself as I relaxed in the chair. "I haven't had a good night in- Oh great. I'm talking to myself." I moaned quietly.
A/N: And with that, the chapter ends! Lil note, this won't be completely serious. It's almost impossible for me to do something without some sillyness. PLEASE comment. Also, the next chapter will most likely be in third person and may stay that way. Still deciding.
