Yami Seshafi: Ahh! What is this?!

Seshafi: A…new chapter?

Yami Seshafi: WHERE have you BEEN?

Seshafi: Basketball, volleyball, school…

Yami Seshafi: Yeah, yeah.

Seshafi: I apologize to my readers! I didn't plan on being gone this long!

Yami Seshafi: Ughh. She owns nothing. Except boy problems.

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The black, feathery wings carried the vampire away from the game shop as fast as they could. Crimson eyes that usually were as cold as ice and held no emotion were filled with fear. The proud vampire never would have admitted it, but he had gotten the shock of his life. Not only had Yami found someone who looked like his twin, but the foolish boy had nearly found him on the roof! No one in Yami's memory [and that goes back a long time had ever done that!

Yami slowed down the fast flapping of his wings as he came upon a park. It was more like a wilderness reservation, but his excellent night vision showed Yami that there were footpaths through the woods.

It was well past midnight- this Yami knew. It had been three days since the vampire last drank. Vampires could go for two weeks without a drop of blood, but Yami needed it every three to five days if he wanted to be able to walk around in the daylight.

Decided the park would be his refuge for the night, Yami mentally registered the location of it. Then he turned North and opened up his senses to the sweet smell of blood.

Crimson eyes searched the town for a victim. Yami normally like to bite people who wouldn't be missed or didn't have a lot of friends. So, flying down the streets, the vampire landed silently in front of an old, run down home near the edge of the city. Yami sense a woman, a man, and a dog inside. The vampire payed no attention to the dog, the beast would not sense his presence until it was too late.

Yami called out to the shadows. A small, black whisp slither out to him. It twisted itself around the vampire's leg, up his torso, and snaked down his arm.

The vampire smiled as it slithered in between his unusually tan fingers. Yami then placed his hand on the doorknob. The shadow slid into the keyhole. After a few agonizingly long seconds, there was a small click. The door opened.

Nodding in a silent thank-you, Yami entered the shack. Not wanting to waste time, the boy moved swiftly and silently to the warm scent of blood. The black wings that adorned his back folded into him.

Yami came upon a wooden door. It had numerous chips and nicks embedded in its surface. The vampire put his hand upon it and gently nudged it open without sound.

Yami knew from experience that men fought harder than women. So, calling to the shadows once again, a pair of snake-like tendrils found their way onto the bed and curled themselves over the woman's eyes and ears.

Crimson eyes flashed down to the base of the bed. Should he waste more time making certain the dog did not awaken? Yami sighed to himself and asked two more shadows to cover the dog as well.

At last. The sweet smell of the blood was pushing Yami past his endurance point. Crossing the room to the man's side of the bed, Yami's fangs elongated past his bottom lip. His eyes began to glow in anticipation. He brushed back a few golden bands and leaned downward toward the man's neck.

The poor man's eyes shot open as the glimmering white fangs pierced his jugular vein. Arms and legs thrashed around, knocking over the lam from the nightstand, but Yami paid no attention. The human's dark brown eyes connected with the vampire's glowing crimson orbs. As the life drained out of him, the man attempted to call to his wife for help. But alas, the man quickly had no blood left in him. His body shuddered, then lay limp in death.

Yami stood op and licked his lower lip.

Do I have time for the woman? He thought. And am I hungry enough?

The vampire considered his options. If he fed only once tonight, he would have a better chance of not attracting any hunters for a while. Then he could stay in this town longer. However, he didn't know when he would have the opportunity to feed again.

Pacing silently, Yami reached a decision.

I'll save the woman for another night. He decided. However…

Yami called to the shadows one last time. They lifted the mutt from the floor and placed it on top of the dead human's body. Yami smiled in spite of himself. It may not fool the authorities, but it would be a nasty shock for the woman when she awoke.

The shadows retreated from both the dog and the woman. Yami said a silent thanks, then turned on his heel and left the house.

Stepping out into the night, the black wings unfurled themselves from Yami's back. He stroked their feathers absentmindedly.

He tried to recall where the park was. In his mind, Yami flew over the town, searching his memories. That's when the face of that young boy resurfaced to Yami's mind, flashing before his eyes. Those amethyst eyes that searched the vampire's were so filled with curiosity that it was almost breathtaking. Yami closed his eyes and shook himself.

"Get a grip. Let's go find that park."

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Seshafi: Haha. I like that chapter.

Yami Seshafi: pout It wasn't graphic enough.

Seshafi: O.o Not everyone likes as much blood as you. But I'll try harder next time, mmk?

Yami Seshafi: You better….