Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger
I am a Vampire. No, not one of those crazed lunatics who wears the white make-up, fake vampire teeth, and only claims to drink blood. No, I'm a real true Vampire. And though I have been one for almost one hundred years, I have only just come to terms with it just two years ago. You see, I didn't want to become a Vampire; it really wasn't my idealistic way to live my life. But I became what I am despite my preferences.
I lived in an orphanage, my mother dieing at birth, and my father dieing of some incurable desese no one even heard of. So I was basically alone, no one wanting me, and those that thought they did only returned me after a while. So on I grew, until I was able to live on my own. I found a job as a waitress at a Goth club called Elysium and had an apartment of my own. Over all, I felt like I was doing well with my life. Until he came.
I was working as usual, surrounded by loud music, multi-colored lights, dancers, smokers, and Goths, everywhere. It was already nearing four in the morning, which was when I usually left, that I saw him sitting there, at the bar, watching me. He was rather tall, and pale, which wasn't anything new to me, being that most of the people there were the same. He had long black hair that was put up into a pony-tail. But, what attracted me to him were his eyes, and the way they looked at me. They were very light blue and so cold it seemed like he could look right through you. His eyes gave him such a mysterious look that it was just uncanny. He smiled at me as I walked up to him. Even his smile was mysterious, as if he were holding back a huge secret that only he knows. And there was a smell to him, one I couldn't quite place.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice me" He said. His voice was so cold and so dark that it sent a chill shooting up my spine.
"I'm sorry if you had to wait long. I was a little busy." I replied to him.
He just shrugged in response, "No matter. I have all night."
"All night?" I asked, "We close in almost half an hour!"
"True", He said, "But who said I was planning on staying here"
"I don't understand", I replied, completely confused at this time.
"I've been watching you for a while now. You're a really interesting person, and I would like to get to know you better, Tyrsis", He answered.
I was shocked. Completely horrified. This man not only revealed to me that he was stalking me, but he also knew my name! "So, you've been stalking me?" I asked, infuriated now.
He only laughed. "No, not at all. I've only seen you working here." Then he smiled, "Why don't you sit down? It might be easier to talk this way" He gestured to the chair next to him.
I reluctantly sat down, and looked straight into his eyes, hoping to see if I could find anything out. "How much do you know about me?" I asked. His eyes seemed to gleam for a second, as if he was waiting for that question to pop up. And for a second, I was almost lost in those eyes.
"Well," He started as he folded his hands in front of him "You have knee length black hair with purple streaks that is always in a braid, your eyes are so dark brown that they're almost black, you're about 5'6 1/3" and work here every night from ten to four, when it closes. You're twenty-five years old and your name is Tyrsis Annar."
I started at him, almost stunned. Of course, anyone could tell my hair color and eye color, if they looked hard enough. But he got my height precise. But then again, he knew just about as much as the next person. "That's it?" I asked, for some reason, I didn't quite believe him.
"Yes" He nodded, "That is all I know"
"Alright" I said as I stood up, "If you don't mind, I think I'll go home now."
He nodded; "It was pleasant to talk to you, finally" He smiled at me. That same strange and mysterious smile.
"Ummmm, yea..." was all I could say in response, then turned and started walking.
"Until next time!" I heard him call after me, and all I could think was, next time? There won't be a next time.
I am a Vampire. No, not one of those crazed lunatics who wears the white make-up, fake vampire teeth, and only claims to drink blood. No, I'm a real true Vampire. And though I have been one for almost one hundred years, I have only just come to terms with it just two years ago. You see, I didn't want to become a Vampire; it really wasn't my idealistic way to live my life. But I became what I am despite my preferences.
I lived in an orphanage, my mother dieing at birth, and my father dieing of some incurable desese no one even heard of. So I was basically alone, no one wanting me, and those that thought they did only returned me after a while. So on I grew, until I was able to live on my own. I found a job as a waitress at a Goth club called Elysium and had an apartment of my own. Over all, I felt like I was doing well with my life. Until he came.
I was working as usual, surrounded by loud music, multi-colored lights, dancers, smokers, and Goths, everywhere. It was already nearing four in the morning, which was when I usually left, that I saw him sitting there, at the bar, watching me. He was rather tall, and pale, which wasn't anything new to me, being that most of the people there were the same. He had long black hair that was put up into a pony-tail. But, what attracted me to him were his eyes, and the way they looked at me. They were very light blue and so cold it seemed like he could look right through you. His eyes gave him such a mysterious look that it was just uncanny. He smiled at me as I walked up to him. Even his smile was mysterious, as if he were holding back a huge secret that only he knows. And there was a smell to him, one I couldn't quite place.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice me" He said. His voice was so cold and so dark that it sent a chill shooting up my spine.
"I'm sorry if you had to wait long. I was a little busy." I replied to him.
He just shrugged in response, "No matter. I have all night."
"All night?" I asked, "We close in almost half an hour!"
"True", He said, "But who said I was planning on staying here"
"I don't understand", I replied, completely confused at this time.
"I've been watching you for a while now. You're a really interesting person, and I would like to get to know you better, Tyrsis", He answered.
I was shocked. Completely horrified. This man not only revealed to me that he was stalking me, but he also knew my name! "So, you've been stalking me?" I asked, infuriated now.
He only laughed. "No, not at all. I've only seen you working here." Then he smiled, "Why don't you sit down? It might be easier to talk this way" He gestured to the chair next to him.
I reluctantly sat down, and looked straight into his eyes, hoping to see if I could find anything out. "How much do you know about me?" I asked. His eyes seemed to gleam for a second, as if he was waiting for that question to pop up. And for a second, I was almost lost in those eyes.
"Well," He started as he folded his hands in front of him "You have knee length black hair with purple streaks that is always in a braid, your eyes are so dark brown that they're almost black, you're about 5'6 1/3" and work here every night from ten to four, when it closes. You're twenty-five years old and your name is Tyrsis Annar."
I started at him, almost stunned. Of course, anyone could tell my hair color and eye color, if they looked hard enough. But he got my height precise. But then again, he knew just about as much as the next person. "That's it?" I asked, for some reason, I didn't quite believe him.
"Yes" He nodded, "That is all I know"
"Alright" I said as I stood up, "If you don't mind, I think I'll go home now."
He nodded; "It was pleasant to talk to you, finally" He smiled at me. That same strange and mysterious smile.
"Ummmm, yea..." was all I could say in response, then turned and started walking.
"Until next time!" I heard him call after me, and all I could think was, next time? There won't be a next time.