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Vampire Hunt

By

Dr Facer

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The story of the Prey.

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My name is Joseph Wellmuth. I am a vampire and I am proud of it. However, right now I find myself in a predicament that threatens my very life. For the first time since I was born two-hundred years ago; I am the one who is hunted. It is not a nice experience.

It all began when the major of the city I have lived in for the last five years held a party for his wife's birthday. I, being considered a 'young', handsome and well respected member of the finest society, was of course invited. That party promised to be the best place to amuse myself for at least a few hours. I remember that night very well; for it was the day I tasted a child's blood for the first and last time. Had I known how much trouble it would cause me; I would have stayed away from that little girl. But how was I to know?

I decide that I want to share what happened, just so the story of my demise is known in case I am killed tonight. But for that I realize I must have an audience and so, I am forced to go out and search for someone who will listen to what I have to say.

I'm not surprised to find the streets swarming with Dark Hunters. The little pests are obviously searching for me. Most of them are not really powerful, but there's a chance Donovan might come and if that happens, I don't want anyone giving him information. I then hide from the hunters until I arrive to downtown. All these night and dancing clubs are disturbing and proof that humans are little better than cattle. Still, I must admit they are very useful for a vampire like me. It is in places like this that I find that which sustains me, and since the people who enter these so called clubs is not of the highest reputation, I can hunt for blood as I please with little fear of being caught.

The nightclub I enter is one of the cleanest, the young men and women who visit here are usually not stoned, which is an added bonus; drug filled blood has the lowest quality of them all, almost as bad as drinking from animals. Once inside, I find many attractive female teenagers dancing or clinging to their mates. That's the one problem that I find in young humans these days, they don't give their virginity the importance they should. If only they knew that the longer they remain in virgin state, the tastier their blood is. It was not a challenge to find a woman that suited my tastes; and it was even easier to convince her to come outside with me.

I appraise the female I seduced. For an eighteen year old, she is quite pretty. She has full grown breasts and an attractive, slim figure. Perhaps, if I am not bothered by the many insects who insist in hunting me; I will sire her; a companion will make it easier to escape this hunter infested city. But first, I'll share my experiences with her. I wonder if she will understand. I easily convince her to join me in my new home. These young females are so easy to seduce it's almost a crime. She is mighty impressed when we enter the house. I bet she never imagined that an old wrecked house in the outskirts of the city could be so luxurious inside. How impressed will she be in the next minutes! As soon as the living room doors are closed behind us, I reach for her neck and, forcing her to remain shut, I tie her to a chair. A truly uncivilized attitude, I know, but I have not the time to or the patience to earn her trust with words. She starts screaming so loud that I am unfortunately forced to gag her, pitiful indeed since her mouth is very beautiful. I had to clean her tears too. I thought she was tougher than this. I sit in the couch in front of her as I watch her struggle. She stares at me, her deep green eyes are now full with fear and her shining blonde hair is wet wit her own sweat. A few minutes later, she is finally calm enough to listen to me.

I then begin to tell her the story of my misfortune…

The faint smell of champagne filled the air of the ballroom all of us were in while the soft notes of the waltz played by the orchestra enhanced the comfortable environment. The mayor's house was an exquisite manor built in the most modern, yet elegant style and the ballroom was overflowing with exquisite looking people. What else could I want? I strolled elegantly, searching for a woman worthy of feeding me but sadly, most of the females in the place where over forty. Elegant women of course, and most of them still beautiful; unfortunately I had once tasted the blood of a woman who had already passed her thirties and I did not like it. That blood had been bland and without consistence, almost like drinking brandy instead of the red liquid of life!

Now I can admit that I could have managed to resist my hunger for that night. I could have easily left the party and feed somewhere else. But I had no idea of what was to happen later that same night so I decided to slip unnoticed into the halls of the manor, searching for a maid or even a handsome butler. What I found was much, much better.

After I climbed the stairs at the end of the main halls, I reached the rooms of the family. I wasn't planning on doing anything until I thought that surely, the mayor's daughter would have a young woman, hopefully a virgin, taking care of her.

I stumbled upon the girl merely by accident. I was searching for the young nurse or nanny I imagined to be around. Then I entered a dimly illuminated room full of stuffed animals which flooded every corner, there were posters of cute cartoon characters hung from the wall also. Two windows on both sides of the room where open to allow some of the night breeze in. I then gazed at the bed that was in front of me. In that bed I saw something that made me salivate involuntarily: a little girl who slept peacefully. She was no other than the mayor's daughter. I knew that she was only seven years old, and it showed. Her little body curled under her mattresses, her gold hair spreading like a corona around her head, her partly open lips and finally, her round pretty face. She was a tempting angel I couldn't resist against. I walked, hypnotized by her pure light, to her side and softly caressed her forehead. I smiled when she frowned slightly and turned to her side as she licked her lips. I remember that moment very well, for me it was such an inviting gesture! Forgetting about any kind of precaution, I threw the mattresses the floor and then I reached for her warm, little hand. The infant did not wake when I kissed, licked and finally cut the delicate skin of her wrist with my fangs. She surely felt pain as she moved a little, but thanks to the sedative effects of vampire saliva, which can make even a strong adult drowsy, the girl remained asleep. After a minute or two, I made my way to the girl's neck. I had to be careful for I didn't want to kill the child; so I just used one of my fingernails to make a slim, yet deep cut in her throat, not touching the arteries to avoid massive bleeding. Admired at my own handiwork, I began to drink from her.

When I finished drinking I saw that I had taken too much blood; and that the girl, if she survived, would just die the next day. Still in a deep ecstasy induced by her delicious blood, I made a cut in my palm and I offered it to her. Only after she drank, I realized what I had done. I broke the law! The only law of the many we vampires have that we actually respect is to never; under any circumstance, turn a child into one of us! And to my growing horror, in my lust I did just that.

If Lord Demitri learned of this crime, he would kill me on sight! Thinking of what to do, I decided to finish the infant's life before she started to transform. That was not only the most pitiful choice for her, it was also the only way for me to avoid been taken to the Makai and stand trial before Demitri and Morrigan. I was about to tear the girl's head off when a loud scream stopped me. I turned to the door and I saw the mayor and his wife, the woman shouting at the sight of her daughter bathed in blood. The mayor rushed me and I was forced to push him away. I cursed and did the only thing I could do: I fled.

After my stupid actions, the first thing I did was to erase myself from my previous home. I knew they would come looking for me. I had to disappear but I couldn't just leave the city until the girl was dead. Luckily, I had an alternate place ready; I prepared it just for an emergency like this. I also got lucky. The mayor somehow managed to keep the media quiet from the incident in his wife's party. All that the people knew was that his daughter was ill. Two weeks passed and I began to plan on ways to kill the mayor's daughter. I still have time. After all, her transformation would be only half complete by now. I still could kill her before other vampires learned of this mess. I even ventured to make a visit to the mayor's house, but I couldn't enter. He had too many dark hunters watching over the manor and even when I could easily dispose of them all, if I attacked, the other vampires would know what I did to the girl. I was in a dead end. I could only hope that soon, I could get a chance to get to the girl.

That same night, I heard the mayor offered a million to the man who brought my head to him. Of course the city was flooding with dark hunters after that announcement. Most of the hunters were only third rate, but I spotted one that caught my eye. Such hunter was a young girl in her early teens who carried a picnic basket and wore a bright red hood. The girl would wander aimlessly through the streets always followed by a dog and some butterflies. I didn't see her as a threat so I instead focused in finding a way to get inside the mayor's manor.

I gaze at the eyes of the teenager. Maybe she is too afraid to understand what I just told her. What a pity, I expected she would be more understanding. Maybe I made a mistake choosing her only for her looks. Anyway, I do remove the gag from her mouth just to hear what she has to say. I am not shocked. She thinks I'm some kind of punk who has sniffed too much. Typical from a human being; still, even if she thinks I'm insane I can always use her as a shield in case a dark hunter finds this place. Dark hunter's first rule is to never hurt a civilian when they are on duty. I can surely take advantage of that.

Next: Story of the Hunter.