The sweet taste of blood soon filled your thirst. Greedily you drank up the blood, which tasted so sweet thanks to the rush of adrenaline that could only result from a state of pure terror. She beginning to grow weak at the knees from the blood lost, forcing you to use more strength in supporting her. It doesn’t matter, you’re a vampire: a master of the night. What can the weight of one frail girl compare to your immortal strength? In your ravenous state to drink her blood, some of it slips out and forms a small crimson trickle down her blood. Your fangs, long sharp canines, pull out of her flesh with a sort of squishing noise one would expect from a wet sponge. You want ever drop, not wanting it to go to waste. The girl was now too weak to even put her arms anymore to push you away as you ran your tongue up crest of her neck to the incision spot: trailing the trickle of sweet blood up. Then you continue on with your meal.
It has been ten minutes since you last ambushed her. Her body much lighter now and your appetite all, but gone. You drop her body to the ground and noticed how the once lovely girl with beautiful crimson tresses, full ripe breasts, and a fine figure was now no more then a wither corpse. Just prey no? The strong survive and the weak are nothing more then mere lambs for the killing. That’s your justification isn’t? Your rationalized defense for whatever remains of your soul. You one of the few. You are one of the chosen so it is alright for you to kill in order to survive. Is that what you told yourself for your first few years in this life? As someway to save your humanity? Or were you just evil to start with and knew that you were destined for power?
Turning away from the alley, the dead body, the half fallen over trash cans, and numerous broken bottles you brought your attention up. The scent of another person came downwind to you and triggered the instinct to hunt. What you were looking at was the top of a adjacent roof. The moon was bright and full that night, not only that but it was behind that person standing on the roof which caused the figured to be shadowed and appear androgynous at first. Yet when the figure raised his head up you could clearly see that it was a male, no matter how beautiful he might of appeared. His lips were crossed in a smile that held a subtle sneer in it which angered you yet stilled you from moving as a unfamiliar feeling started to creep its way up into your mind. What was this feeling? It was worst then worry, it was fear. A very distant feeling, one you haven’t touched for so long.
You turned your attention to him once more and did your best to hide the unfamiliar fear. The same fear that crept into your meal before you came up on her. Yet were you now the prey? There wasn’t a chance. You were a vampire, the ultimate being. No mere human could hurt you. Ever. The person moved his hand softy as if carrying something. You took a step back in case it was some kind of special weapon. You seen nothing. You started to laugh when a bright glint caught your eyes. It appeared for only a moment, then another one and another one. Each one appearing for a second as the moonlight reflected at just the right angle on whatever was there. You can’t make it out. What were the glints? They were thin and long, like lines or strings or something. You feeling something very light on your neck then felt it become just a little more constrained. Frantically you look down only to see one of those glints leading up your shoulder to probably your neck. Panic sets in as you look up and find the person on the rooftop gone.
How long was it since you became a vampire? 10 years? 20 years? 30? Maybe over 100 years? Had it been so long that you lost count. You reminiscence on thoughts of your victims and of your immortal life as the ground seemed to be coming up to you in slow motion. Regret and remorse filled you. A paradigm shift occurs as you realize your rationalization of your killings won’t save your soul if you had one left. Blood. Blood on the ground. It was too far away to be the girl’s blood so it was your own. You don’t feel anything as your head hit the ground. You can’t feel your legs. You clench your eyes closed and searched for them with your mind. You can’t feel them. You open your eyes again and behold the sight of your legs standing up before, wobbling like some condemned building about to fall. It is then that you realized your head was separated from your body. Strange. It was so fast you didn’t feel a thing. You close your eyes for one last time, knowing the angel of death place a end over your immortal life.
It has been ten minutes since you last ambushed her. Her body much lighter now and your appetite all, but gone. You drop her body to the ground and noticed how the once lovely girl with beautiful crimson tresses, full ripe breasts, and a fine figure was now no more then a wither corpse. Just prey no? The strong survive and the weak are nothing more then mere lambs for the killing. That’s your justification isn’t? Your rationalized defense for whatever remains of your soul. You one of the few. You are one of the chosen so it is alright for you to kill in order to survive. Is that what you told yourself for your first few years in this life? As someway to save your humanity? Or were you just evil to start with and knew that you were destined for power?
Turning away from the alley, the dead body, the half fallen over trash cans, and numerous broken bottles you brought your attention up. The scent of another person came downwind to you and triggered the instinct to hunt. What you were looking at was the top of a adjacent roof. The moon was bright and full that night, not only that but it was behind that person standing on the roof which caused the figured to be shadowed and appear androgynous at first. Yet when the figure raised his head up you could clearly see that it was a male, no matter how beautiful he might of appeared. His lips were crossed in a smile that held a subtle sneer in it which angered you yet stilled you from moving as a unfamiliar feeling started to creep its way up into your mind. What was this feeling? It was worst then worry, it was fear. A very distant feeling, one you haven’t touched for so long.
You turned your attention to him once more and did your best to hide the unfamiliar fear. The same fear that crept into your meal before you came up on her. Yet were you now the prey? There wasn’t a chance. You were a vampire, the ultimate being. No mere human could hurt you. Ever. The person moved his hand softy as if carrying something. You took a step back in case it was some kind of special weapon. You seen nothing. You started to laugh when a bright glint caught your eyes. It appeared for only a moment, then another one and another one. Each one appearing for a second as the moonlight reflected at just the right angle on whatever was there. You can’t make it out. What were the glints? They were thin and long, like lines or strings or something. You feeling something very light on your neck then felt it become just a little more constrained. Frantically you look down only to see one of those glints leading up your shoulder to probably your neck. Panic sets in as you look up and find the person on the rooftop gone.
How long was it since you became a vampire? 10 years? 20 years? 30? Maybe over 100 years? Had it been so long that you lost count. You reminiscence on thoughts of your victims and of your immortal life as the ground seemed to be coming up to you in slow motion. Regret and remorse filled you. A paradigm shift occurs as you realize your rationalization of your killings won’t save your soul if you had one left. Blood. Blood on the ground. It was too far away to be the girl’s blood so it was your own. You don’t feel anything as your head hit the ground. You can’t feel your legs. You clench your eyes closed and searched for them with your mind. You can’t feel them. You open your eyes again and behold the sight of your legs standing up before, wobbling like some condemned building about to fall. It is then that you realized your head was separated from your body. Strange. It was so fast you didn’t feel a thing. You close your eyes for one last time, knowing the angel of death place a end over your immortal life.
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the way they suck blood sounds as if tey are raping someone ^_^
sorry random though
ur a good writter person thing^_^