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It was always the same; I would stalk the streets of L.A. nightly looking for meal, usually having to settle for a hooker or junkie and I would take them back to murder house with the promise of a good time and they would follow without hesitation like sheep to the slaughter. It was sad really, how easily they let themselves be led to their deaths. I often wonder if I had ever been that naive when I was still human. As the decades passed by it became harder and harder to recall my human life. I suppose it doesn't really matter since the little I did remember told me my life hadn't been one I should mourn.
Sometimes I would draw out the mental games for my own amusement since I had nothing better to do with my time, but then there were times when I simply wanted it over and done with. After years of the same routine it became boring, there was just no excitement anymore. I would stalk my prey, bring them back to my place, they would beg or pray to whatever god they believed in, and I would drain them of their life essence. Never anything new, just the same repetition for the rest of eternity and I was tired of it.
Was this the price for eternal life? It sounds wonderful at first, the idea of never aging or having to worry about death, but in the end what did endless time and beauty mean if you were utterly alone? Of course I could always turn one of my victims, I had in the past due to fact I was just so lonely, but they never lasted very long. The longest I had ever kept one of my pets was two weeks and it only lasted that long due to the fact she had given excellent blowjobs. Chloe had sucked (no pun intended) in bed, but she gave decent head and spent most of her short vampire life with my dick in her mouth until even that became more of a chore to me than it was pleasurable.
What I wanted more than anything was to find someone who understood me. I had met others of my kind, yet none of them really got it. I suppose in the world of the immortal I was a freak, which is ironic if you think about it. I was a monster to the other monsters living in secret among the humans of this world. It should have bothered me more than it did, knowing I would never fit in, but it didn't. I would rather live my existence alone than be surrounded by creatures who only spent time in my company in order to get something they wanted. After years of searching for something that did not exist, I had decided I would simply exist the only way I knew how. Why bother searching for a soulmate when I no longer had a soul?
"You really must stop making such a mess when you eat. You're over a hundred years old and one would think over that expanse of time you would have learned to clean up after yourself." I smirked when I heard Moira's voice coming from the kitchen as I ascended the basement stairs.
Moira happened to be my maid and she was a ghost. My human mother, when she was still alive, had killed her when she caught her fourth husband trying to fuck her, and so she killed them both not knowing that when you die in this house, you don't move on to Heaven or Hell, neither of which I believed in, but rather your soul gets trapped forever and you can only ever leave on Halloween. Luckily I did not have that problem. I was free to leave the property whenever I felt like it, well at least when it was night; traveling during the day was always tricky since the sun, while it did not reduce me to a pile of ash, did act as poison to my system causing me to weaken and become sickly.
"How was I supposed to know she was a gusher?" I commented with a shrug of my shoulders. My last meal, well what was left of her anyways, still remained splattered on the kitchen walls. She had been hungry as had I only she had no idea I wasn't hungry for the moldy cheese in the fridge or left over oranges from the last owners of the house. Was it my fault her blood decided to spray everywhere as soon as I sank my fangs in to her jugular? "Why are you obsessing about the blood today of all times? This is not the first time I've made a mess and usually I clean up after myself."
Moira pressed her lips together in a thin line. "Did you forget the house has been sold again? The new family is supposed to arrive shortly and now I have to worry about cleaning up your mess. I will never understand why you simply do not buy this place. It's not as if you don't have the money."
Reaching for my pack of cigarettes on the counter I pulled one out and set it between my lips. "Why would I bother doing that? I happen to enjoy watching the humans who move in here. It is entertaining to see how long it takes before the house breaks them and gives the other ghosts something to do besides pester me."
What I didn't mention was the fact I also enjoyed not having to hunt on a nightly basis when living people where here. It kind of reminded me of a fast food service because I could simply sneak in to whatever room I wished while they slept and feed until my craving was gone and they would never know the truth. I suspect it was the magic of this old house that kept them from waking while I fed. This place had a darkness to it, something which made the house alive in a way and as long as you kept the house happy it made sure to give you what needed or wanted in return. It was a sort of partnership if one wanted to see it that way.
"Are you sure you don't have a more selfish reason?" My undead housekeeper scowled as she shook her head. We may not hate each other, but we were far from being friends and if she continued to test my patience I wouldn't hesitate to kill again; she would come back, she always did. "I realize you are lonely, we all are, but it isn't right you creeping around this house, sneaking in to rooms and taking what you want without permission. Do you honestly believe you will ever find love, a real love if you continue on this path? You're mother, despite being without a soul, would want better for you."
I could feel a growl rumble up from the depths of my chest. "You would do well to remember your place instead of lecturing me on what I am doing with my immortal life. If I remember correctly it was you who killed the last family who dare buy this place and I had to clean up your mess."
Immediately she flinched back at hearing the harsh truth of her past sins spill from my lips. "My apologies Sir Langdon. I forgot my place for a moment. It must be all the stress from getting this place ready for the new owners. I can assure you it won't happen again."
"It's not a problem Moira, all is forgiven." I shot her a smile as I took a drag from my cigarette. Smoking, for me, was more habit than anything else and it annoyed the hell out of many of the ghosts in this place so I kept it up even though it really had no effect on me. "So tell me about the new owners."
Setting down a dishrag she turned around to face me. "From what I could gather listening in on that horrid realtor Marcy saying on the phone, it appears to be a family of three. They originate from Boston, but a family tragedy brought them to L.A. in the hopes of starting over. He's a therapist and plans on seeing patients here at the house. The wife doesn't work from what I gather and they have a rather rebellious teenage daughter."
A teenage daughter? Well this could be much more interesting than I first anticipated. I loved the younger generation, so full of life, so easy to manipulate. I had been so bored lately, but now I had something to look forward to. Not only could I fuck with the therapist until he cracked, I probably could and most likely would end up fucking his daughter. I wondered if she were a virgin. Most girls these days gave it up at a very young age and yet sometimes, on very rare occasions, there were exceptions and I really hoped this girl ended up being one of those rare exceptions.
Hearing a car door slam, I quickly headed in the direction of the basement so I could hide amongst the shadows for the time being. A smirk tilted my lips upwards. "Let the games begin."
AN: So this chapter gave me a hard time and it came out shorter than I had intended, but I think that is just because I have yet to introduce Violet. Think of this as another introduction, this time to Tate's character. I know the chapter was kind of crappy, but it was starting to make me angry because no matter how many times I rewrote it the stupid thing would not come out the way I wanted. Hopefully the next chapter will be better.
Please R&R like always!
