Blood Queen: Story 2
His eyes. That's what I remember the most. So dark. So full of terror. It was my first. I remember looking into his face, he was so young. I will never forget the way he pleaded with me. The way he begged for his life. It would have been heart-rending if I had been capable of caring. Then my teeth sank into his smooth, warm neck. He started to struggle, but I had no problem with holding him to the ground. It was my first. I drank too much. It killed him. It nearly killed me. Vampires are not as immortal as they seem.
His eyes still haunt the few dreams I have. The pure terror, the begging and pleading. Vampires have no souls. They have very few feelings...mine I dedicate to my first. That boy. And his dark eyes.
