First Kill
I don't know why, but for some reason, I was drawn to this place. I was walking down the street like normal, when an alluring feeling overwhelmed my body. It was as if someone else had taken control.
I entered a dark alley that I hadn't ever noticed before. It was strange, like I was, at home there or something. I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. Then, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around.
There stood this figure dressed in all black. He wore a long trench-coat, boots, and gloves with the finger-tips cut out. My ears filled with whispers that I could not understand.
I could feel his heart beating very slowly, as if it were calling for me. It was too dark to see his face. All I could make out was his outline. I took one step forward. Four other figures stepped out of the shadows, two on each side.
I began to walk again, but it was not my choice. My body just, started moving. I stopped as I was face-to-face with the figure. He had piercing silvery-red eyes and his skin seemed pale to the touch.
I opened my mouth to speak but he placed a finger to my lips and whispered, "Shh my dear, no need for words..." I became lost in his eyes. He brushed my black and red hair behind my back, exposing my neck and shoulder.
The other four men walked over, surrounding the two of us. He glared at my neck as he tilted my head to the right slightly. "So soft, so pure.." he whispered as he leaned over and bit into my flesh, draining my blood.
I let out a sigh as my body got weak. It was as if he was devouring my soul. I could feel every movement of his mouth, tongue, and teeth. Our hearts beated as one, in the same rythm as he finished.
As my blood, still dripping from the bite, ran down to my chest, he picked me up with one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. He carried me off into the darkness. The others followed.
When I awoke, I was in this beautiful candle-lit room. I was laying in a canopy bed, draped with scarlet-silk vails. I felt of my neck. There was no pain, only two small incisions. The man was sitting beside me, smiling, revealing the snow-white fangs that had pierced my skin.
I was still weak. He raised his left arm, palm up, and made a small cut with his thumb nail. "Drink, you will feel better." he said as he lowered his writst to my mouth. I grabbed onto his arm and began to drink. His blood filled my veins and i urged for more.
He squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth. His breathing increased. I could feel his heart-rate slow as I stared deep into his eyes. I kept drinking as he shouted, "STOP! Enough, you will get your fill, later." I couldn't release.
The tast was too amazing. He slammed me back on the bed. I was screaming and hitting the pillows as if someone was ripping my heart straight out of my chest. He held me down, pinning my arms and legs to the bed. All of a sudden, the pain left. I had an intense feeling of pleasure.
I bit down on my lip and it bled. Usually, this never happened. The blood tasted so sweet and pleasing, I had to have more. I felt with my tongue that I also had two razor-sharp fangs. I got up to find a mirror.
I did not expect what I saw. For only a few seconds, I noticed my pale skin and deep-red eyes. Then, nothing. My reflection vanished. Every mirror was the same, empty. Never again to see myself. I felt a chill as my maker walked behind me.
He leaned over my shoulder and said, "I have given you a gift. The one of immortality. You shall walk the earth forever, by my side, as my queen. We will, together, take it over with 'our kind'. It is time to go."
We walked the streets on a pitch-black night. We were on the prowl. My senses were at their peak. Every sight, every sound, and every smell was amazing. Especially the smell of young blood. I spotted a yound male standing by a light post.
I walked by him, smiled, and motioned for him to follow. He was mine now. As we walked to a secluded place, I made my move. First, I kissed him, gaining his trust. I bit his lip, but he seemed not to notice.
I kissed down his neck to the spot that I wanted. I sank my teeth in and devoured every but the last drop of his blood. He was dead before he hit the ground. I did not bother with converting him. He was not the type. I had to keep searching for the best candidates.
Not just anyone would do. I licked the blood from my lips and walked away. My maker was waiting patiently for me. My first kill, and many more to come.
I don't know why, but for some reason, I was drawn to this place. I was walking down the street like normal, when an alluring feeling overwhelmed my body. It was as if someone else had taken control.
I entered a dark alley that I hadn't ever noticed before. It was strange, like I was, at home there or something. I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. Then, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around.
There stood this figure dressed in all black. He wore a long trench-coat, boots, and gloves with the finger-tips cut out. My ears filled with whispers that I could not understand.
I could feel his heart beating very slowly, as if it were calling for me. It was too dark to see his face. All I could make out was his outline. I took one step forward. Four other figures stepped out of the shadows, two on each side.
I began to walk again, but it was not my choice. My body just, started moving. I stopped as I was face-to-face with the figure. He had piercing silvery-red eyes and his skin seemed pale to the touch.
I opened my mouth to speak but he placed a finger to my lips and whispered, "Shh my dear, no need for words..." I became lost in his eyes. He brushed my black and red hair behind my back, exposing my neck and shoulder.
The other four men walked over, surrounding the two of us. He glared at my neck as he tilted my head to the right slightly. "So soft, so pure.." he whispered as he leaned over and bit into my flesh, draining my blood.
I let out a sigh as my body got weak. It was as if he was devouring my soul. I could feel every movement of his mouth, tongue, and teeth. Our hearts beated as one, in the same rythm as he finished.
As my blood, still dripping from the bite, ran down to my chest, he picked me up with one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. He carried me off into the darkness. The others followed.
When I awoke, I was in this beautiful candle-lit room. I was laying in a canopy bed, draped with scarlet-silk vails. I felt of my neck. There was no pain, only two small incisions. The man was sitting beside me, smiling, revealing the snow-white fangs that had pierced my skin.
I was still weak. He raised his left arm, palm up, and made a small cut with his thumb nail. "Drink, you will feel better." he said as he lowered his writst to my mouth. I grabbed onto his arm and began to drink. His blood filled my veins and i urged for more.
He squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth. His breathing increased. I could feel his heart-rate slow as I stared deep into his eyes. I kept drinking as he shouted, "STOP! Enough, you will get your fill, later." I couldn't release.
The tast was too amazing. He slammed me back on the bed. I was screaming and hitting the pillows as if someone was ripping my heart straight out of my chest. He held me down, pinning my arms and legs to the bed. All of a sudden, the pain left. I had an intense feeling of pleasure.
I bit down on my lip and it bled. Usually, this never happened. The blood tasted so sweet and pleasing, I had to have more. I felt with my tongue that I also had two razor-sharp fangs. I got up to find a mirror.
I did not expect what I saw. For only a few seconds, I noticed my pale skin and deep-red eyes. Then, nothing. My reflection vanished. Every mirror was the same, empty. Never again to see myself. I felt a chill as my maker walked behind me.
He leaned over my shoulder and said, "I have given you a gift. The one of immortality. You shall walk the earth forever, by my side, as my queen. We will, together, take it over with 'our kind'. It is time to go."
We walked the streets on a pitch-black night. We were on the prowl. My senses were at their peak. Every sight, every sound, and every smell was amazing. Especially the smell of young blood. I spotted a yound male standing by a light post.
I walked by him, smiled, and motioned for him to follow. He was mine now. As we walked to a secluded place, I made my move. First, I kissed him, gaining his trust. I bit his lip, but he seemed not to notice.
I kissed down his neck to the spot that I wanted. I sank my teeth in and devoured every but the last drop of his blood. He was dead before he hit the ground. I did not bother with converting him. He was not the type. I had to keep searching for the best candidates.
Not just anyone would do. I licked the blood from my lips and walked away. My maker was waiting patiently for me. My first kill, and many more to come.