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He left the pale, weak, dieing woman naked on the bed in the tiny attic. He walked across the floor and looked out through the small window, the sun would be up in less than an hour. He covered the window carefully with Jane's old cotton dress she had been wearing the same evening. He trembled by the thought of getting burned by the sun. It had happened a few times, he always seemed to forget the time and on his way back home he had been burned. Those nasty burn marks that made his pale skin turn black and rough, like burned wood and the stank of burned flesh that would stick to the wounds for several days. He had heard stories of vampires that had died this way, burned. A horrible death. Found dead like some one that had been locked in a burning building and burned alive - just a black shell. These odd deaths had puzzled people fore centuries, no fire but still a burned corps.

He walked back to the bed and lay beside the sick woman, the painful transformation had already begun and she was complaining weakly in lethargy, unconscious. Her teeth had started to change and so the colour of her skin, it was paler than before. Her fingers were growing longer and the nails were starting to look more claws like. Now and then the man offered the woman a few mouths full of his own blood; she ate greedier and greedier every time she was offered some.

Celeste. His so beautiful Celeste. How he had longed to see her again, joined together. "Damn her!" He looked down at the feebly woman on the bed. Why did she sell her undead soul? Why? Give up an eternal night to become mortal, not even mortal but a piece of another human being, just waiting to die. Pass away together with the host. He shocked his head, he would never understand her.

The second night the man left her and would come back at daybreak, he was out hunting. The lost of his blood and the fact that looking down at the torpor woman made him bored he decided to go out for a hunt. He walked the streets of London almost half that night, the fresh air made him think clear again. What if he wasn't right? Of course he was right, he had seen how Celeste reacted to her name when he called on her. But what if he just imagined it? If he thought he had seen her eyes flash and they hadn't. He had been tired and hungry, that girl had tasted a little too good to be true. Celeste probably wouldn't taste this good, he knew her. She wasn't stupid. If he had made a mistake he would be stuck with this girl. But he could swear it had been her aura that had surrounded that girl Jane. He had been observing her for the past week. He stopped when he saw a young girl walking out from a house with a heavy bucket in her hands. She looked like a servant in a household. She threw the contents in the bucket on the top of a stinking pile of rubbish, probably from the dinner earlier the same evening. The man washed out all the thoughts that were rushing through his mind and his attention was drawn to the young creature before him. Licking his now aching fangs promising himself something mouth watering to feast on. He was silently walking towards the girl; the thought of some tasty youthful blood made his mouth water.

"Good evening Miss" He bowed at her.

"Sir! This is a private back yard. May I ask you to leave this instant." She looked scared and pointed in the direction of the street.

Look at me.

"You have beautiful eyes Miss." He smiled at her but silently sighed at his own desperation, she would slip out of his hands. She didn't respond at his flattery but backed towards the door.

LOOK AT ME!

Her eyes met his own and... "Thank you Sir." She looked relaxed and inviting. This made him to walk up to her. She couldn't be more than 18 years old, young and healthy blood, just what he needed. He was standing as close as he possibly could to her, stroke her hair, looking deep into her eyes. He kissed her mouth and then her neck. He could feel the pulse underneath her skin; he wrapped his arms tight around her body and the girl just giggled like she thought he was playing with her. He buried his teeth deep in her throat, she whined painfully. He enjoyed see her failing attempts to free herself from his rough grip. He liked to play with his food, like a cat plays with its wounded mouse. Halfway through his meal he let go of her throat and smiled at her with blood dripping down his mouth and neck. She begged to release her; her blood was running down her neck and covered her left shoulder in blood. He did as he was asked to do; she stumbled across the yard and had almost reached the doorstep when he grabbed her once more and dragged her into the shadows. He pressed her violently up against the stoned house wall and started to scratch her cheek, then licking the blood of it. She was trembling and crying as she stood there. He did this again and again. The fact that he got a pretty young girl that he pressed up against a stony wall all covered in her own tasty blood aroused him and he harden against the girl. He knew what he wanted. He fumbled with her skirts lifting them up as he tried to undo his pants at the same time. He entered her so quickly she barley understood what just happened. He reached his climax just short after and freed his manhood from the girl as quick as he had entered her. Finally he bit her throat once more and drank some blood before he left her to die a painful death. He walked away, full and pleased with himself. A good hunt and he had had some fun during it.

It was almost daybreak when he returned to the attic. He fell asleep on the floor exhausted after the adventures night.

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