Blood, Sweat, and Tears
I want to tell my story. I want you to listen, because if you don't, something terrible might happen to a lot of innocent people. Will you listen? Let the storyteller unravel his tale. Let it sweep you away to a land far, far away…
~Chapter One~
In the streets of L2, many people like myself prowl the streets. There are only a few occupations in which the night will keep: licensed companions, assassins, thieves, and vampires. You can guess which one I am. That's right; I'm a vamp. Even if I weren't, my thirst of blood would still make me seem like one.
I hope I haven't scared you away yet. We have only just begun. See, there is so much going on in this little town that I need to share with you. Like who I am choosing for my next meal.
His name is not important to you. In fact, almost nothing should be important. But you still want to know, so I'll help you out. He is Japanese, and was born amongst others like him on L1. He has Prussian blue eyes, messy black hair, and a tattoo of a blue rose bleeding black blood on his lower back. Interesting, isn't he? That's what I think.
And now I suppose you want to know who I am. I don't like giving out names, so I'll just tell you what I look like. I have violet eyes, long chestnut brown hair (that is usually tied back into a braid), and I am, naturally, American born, but am native to this colony.
So here I am. Ready for work, as usual. It is 11:04 at night, standard Eastern Time, and time for my meal. So if you will excuse me, I need to feed myself.
I head down the alley that smells like rotten fish and cat feces. Lovely smell. As I turn the corner, a pass a couple of druggies. They offer me some, but I turn them down, saving a lot of time and trouble. A few blocks down, I stop and grab the railing of a rusty staircase. It is used for the top rooms of the apartment that I am in front of, therefore giving me some real easy access to the room I'm really interested in.
I climb the stairs. The window is open, letting in the polluted city air. Inside the screen, someone is sleeping. He is the one I want. His blood is going to fuse with mine, until I am satisfied. I remove the screen with patience. It comes off silently. I climb into the room, my footsteps inaudible. Not even a mouse can hear me.
I hover above his lips, feeling his warm breath tickle my nose. He knows not that I am here because he is asleep, dreaming about a lover, a friend, someone in his family, anything.
Something makes my stomach tie into knots. What is wrong with me? The pale moonlight fades away. Seconds, minutes, hours pass. This cannot happen to me. I think I have…
The sudden flash of lightning outside interrupts my thought. Thunder erupts behind it, but it is still far away. I decide it is best if I just get this over and get as far away as possible.
My head tilts to the side, smelling the masculine scent of musk lingering on the man's neck. He must have had a date last night with an incredibly special woman to wear it. It makes my stomach tie up again.
Before I can think anymore, my vision starts to blur and fangs sprout from my canines. They touch the man's neck, not drawing blood yet. I lick the long, exposed column of white, tasting the skin. He tastes like fresh watermelon. It must be the type of soap he uses.
I start to sink my fangs into his throat when I feel the cold barrel of a gun rested against my skull. His deep blue eyes open slowly. Guess he wasn't asleep, after all, huh? He doesn't flinch at the small trickle of blood traveling down his jugular. All he does is stare into my eyes, without blinking.
He asks, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" without raising his voice over a whisper. I respond.
"Duo Maxwell, carrying out a mission, which is my own priority."
"Do I know you?"
"No," I answer. "But I know you."
His eyes seem to say, "Well, obviously.", but who wants to know? He closes those eyes again. He says in monotone, "You want to kill me."
"Yes. I am a vampire. And I'm hungry."
"Really. Why don't you remove yourself from my house, before I blow you away," he continues, gently tapping the frigid gun against my head.
I can escape with no problems. But a part of me wants to stay; the scary thing is… I think it's my heart.
~~TBC