I love holidays. I love bumming around, it's so great. I also love ppl who R&R (hint hint...). Anyways, this chap is a bit longer, and they will get longer once my story starts shaping up. Thanks to those who have reviewed...)
This is quite interesting. I heard that people shined their eyes to see in the dark, but I had never met anyone who went through with it. I heard it was so painful that many people just died during the process. Death usually scares people away, but I believe that this man is not one to be easily scared.
As I stare back at the man with silver eyes, I see a flash of curiosity. He must be wondering how I can see him in the complete darkness of an abandoned alley. He sees that I don't have silver eyes, yet I am looking straight at him.
My eyes pass over his body, and I must admit, this man has a beautiful body. He looks like a sculpture of a God from Ancient Rome. His muscular and powerful body towers at six feet four inches. His chiseled profile reminds me of the extinct tigers. Like them, I know that he is more than muscle and strength. He is also agile and swift. His head is shaved and it only adds to his sex appeal.
Immediately, I wonder what his blood would taste like. I think it would be metallic, and a bit spicy. The average human has sweet or sour tasting blood, but he is definitely not the average human. Just thinking about his blood excites me. But maybe I can use him for more than just blood. I think his body can offer more.
I hear myself sigh as I walk towards him. I notice that he takes out a shiv in each hand. I also see that there is intelligence in those deadly eyes. I walk slowly, swaying my hips, trying to look innocent. But he is not fooled.
I finally stop a few feet in front of him. I see his eyes roam my body. They never stop at my low neck shirt. Then he just looks at me. I decide to test him and stare at him with some of my vampire intensity. My stares cannot kill people, but they can make them do things that I desire.
It has been over a few hundred years since someone has not even flinched from my stare. I know that he felt something pull at him, but he was able to resist it quite easily. I guess I will have to use more than some vampire mind tricks to get him. I always enjoy the chase. It allows me to use my wicked charm.
"Who did you just kill?" I ask with a slight smile. I can smell death on him.
"I don't know him." He didn't even bother lying about it, and I always appreciate honesty. "I have a question for you now. How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?" I asked him back.
"You look about twenty biological years, but your eyes, they look much older." He looks at me suspiciously, his shivs ready to slash me. I am actually surprised he hasn't tried to kill me yet. I can tell that he is wondering the same thing. I cannot help it if I am so fascinating.
As a vampire, I can sense what others are feeling. I cannot read thoughts, but my instincts about people and their feelings are always accurate.
Suddenly I feel more people entering the alley. I see the man cock his head. He also feels their presence. I look over his shoulder and see four men, and look back at him. I nod ever so slightly and he understands me. He slowly turns around as I walk to stand next to him. He watches me from the corner of his eyes. He doesn't care about the men approaching us. He is more worried about having me next to him. And he should.
"Hello boys." I greet the men with my most wicked smile, as I let my power enter my tone. I actually see them shudder a bit. "Have you come to play with my friend or with me?" I ask.
I am already imaging how I will kill them. I will kick the man closest to me in the chest and break his sternum. Then I will twist the neck of the person on his right. I will smash the last two men's heads together. The thought makes my lips part slightly. Even though I already drank blood tonight, I can never truly satisfy my bloodlust.
Before the man in front of me even realizes what happens, I lash my left foot at him. As I hear his bones crack and poke his heart, I twist the neck of the other one. When I turn around to kill the remaining two, I see their bodies on the floor. I look at the man with silver eyes. He is wiping the blood off of his shivs on to one of the dead person's sleeve, while looking at me.
I have impressed him, but it is I who is very impressed. I didn't even feel him move and kill. I will have to be careful around him.
"I'm Maya," I say to him. I slowly smile.
"Riddick." With that word, he turns around and walks away.
Maybe I won't drink his blood tonight.