A First Kiss can Change Your Life
People say I’m strange, but they have no idea. I’m strange in ways you wouldn’t think are humanly possible. Well, maybe they’re not, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do them… *smirk* Living off the one thing everything with a pulse needs to survive… Said pulse is the key to it, really… that, friends, is why there’s so much more to me than you know.
The clock struck 10 as I woke up and yawned. I slowly climbed out of “bed”, if you will, and went to the TV to watch the news. There didn’t seem to be much that had gone on during the day, so I just went through all the channels, looking for something, ANYthing to watch. I smiled as I saw part of a movie. The specific scene was in a club in the city. It gave me an idea of what I could do. I went to the kitchen and got into the fridge, looking for something very important.
“…pesky sauce, where is it now?”
I mumbled to myself. The fridge was actually full of the rippled cans of pizza sauce, but there was one I was looking for in particular. It was already opened. I was very picky about already-opened cans of drinks. I stay on the same one until it’s completely empty, otherwise, every night is the same game of “Find the Ace” trying to locate a can that isn’t half empty.
“Huh… must have finished that one last morning…”
I sighed and got a new can, making 2 small holes in the lid, about an inch or so apart, and drank just a little of it. Others like me can tell you, during our day, if we eat anything other than our terribly strict diet, it’s hard to keep it down, but during the mortal’s day, we can eat whatever we want, provided we’re awake during the mortal’s day. I got just a little sip of the sauce before I replaced the can in the fridge, got my coat and headed out for some… heh heh… real food…
I went a few blocks down and crossed the cold, wet street to the night club I had thought of. As soon as I stepped inside, I almost immediately had the attention of almost every single female in there. They seemed to like me, but then again… I’ve always been labeled deathly attractive, so it came as no surprise. I started to look for someone who looked like they might be able to keep me alive another 3 days, when I saw her. Skinny as anything, she looked frighteningly similar to me, only blonde, and about 8 inches shorter than me. (((Author’s note: I just can’t help but do this in most of my stories, sorry… I have to put myself in somewhere, even if I’m just an extra, Like I probably am in my POTC spoofage. If my little self-insertions are getting on anyone’s nerves, lemme know. Ashley0927@aol.com Just be sure and put the title of the fic in the subject box, or I might delete it by accident.))) I shook my head and focused on fighting the crowds to get to her.
She was dancing by herself, but I’ll never know why… She was dressed to impress, and impress she did. Not only could mere mortals not resist her, mere immortals couldn’t either, and I would know, being one myself. However, as soon as I neared her, some people got in the way, and when they had passed, my intended breakfast had gone elsewhere. I looked around for her, but I didn’t see her. I wandered around, looking for her for hours, it felt like, but I never saw her again. Saddened, I went to sit at a table and watch for other potential charities. I didn’t like to think of them as victims, because it’s such a harsh word. I think of them, instead, as charities, because if they willingly help me, I live to see another night. (My kind can go up to 3 days with no food, but after that…) For a while, I just sat and looked and listened to the loud music. However, I didn’t realize I was being watched, too…
It was about 3:15 in the morning, and I was starting to get a little drowsy. The club would close down for the day, like me, in 3 hours, which seriously limited the time I had remaining before I had to go home hungry, and with 2 more days to find food before I died. However, soon, this other girl walked past me. She looked like she was either just barely old enough to get in, or like she used a fake ID. Either way, that was fine, and so was she. I smirked, the sharp end of one tooth showing. Whoever that girl was wanted me to see her. In fact, the feeling was completely neutral. She weaved in and out of the crowds like she lived there, as I did the same after her. Occasionally, she’d look back and see me following her. She’d smile and keep going. After a few minutes of following her, she vanished into another small crowd of people and I lost her for a second. I followed the crowd then, but when they all took a seat at a table, I sort of pouted, getting all the girls at the table’s attention. (They love it when I pout) I smiled at them, but quickly looked the other way when my highly sensitive hearing caught something. A door closing at the other end of the club. I quickly looked around the rest of the club, looking over everyone for the flirt I was now after. I smiled, same fang slightly visible again as I headed towards the door.
I opened the door and stepped into the cold, gray alley. I looked around, but didn’t see anyone. I pouted again. That’s when she came out of nowhere, turned me around and commenced to kiss me. Deeply. Like she’d known me for years. But that was okay. She was HIGHLY attractive, and I was hungry, so I didn’t have a problem with it. It was also the first time I noticed her hair. Good Lord, did that woman have hair! It was worthy of Guinness, or Ripley’s, or somebody like that… It must have taken her hours to get it fixed in that oddly steady curl…It never fell loose, it just stayed suspended in mid air like that… That, and she had blue eyes, and, not to be too entirely tacky, but from the kiss, I’m pretty sure she was a mortal. I would have felt fangs, otherwise, you see. While I contemplated how I was pretty sure she was a mortal, she had been staring into my eyes. Yet another fine quality I have that’s oh, so useful in getting food. Girls absolutely adore my eyes.
“I’m Jessie.”
She said after a moment or two. I just looked back at her, into those deep, deep half-closed blue eyes. Before I knew what was going on, she had pulled me into another one of her impossibly deep kisses. She was so good at that… luring innocent males into her trap… like a black widow of sorts, only 6 legs short, obviously, and a lot better looking. By time that kiss was over with, I noticed she had me backed up against a wall and was staring at me again.
“You got a name, hott stuff?”
She asked. I blushed a little.
“James.”
I said simply. She seemed to like that.
“Ooooh…”
She purred.
“Nice name… to match that nice body…”
I had to smile at that one. Her eyes went wide then, however.
“Nice fangs…”
He added.
“You don’t bite, do you?”
She asked, trying to sound innocent, but I knew what her intentions were. Sadly, it wouldn’t work. It never does when you get a mortal involved with an immortal. Usually, the mortal freaks out when they find out about the other’s immortality. Either that, or the immortal never tells the mortal for fear of previous situation, and one outlives the other.
“That depends…”
I teased.
“Will you promise not to scream?”
She kept her wide-eyed gaze and gave a tiny smile.
“That depends.”
She teased back.
“Where will I get my bite?”
She asked.
“Or do I get victim’s choice?”
She asked, again with the clear intentions.
“Well, I’m sure you know by now that the neck is typical, but that can get messy sometimes is you hit the wrong vein, and then you have the police after you for murder…”
I said, slowly walking around her.
“The arm is more subtle, but it takes longer to get a good flow. Like 2 shots at the same time. There’s pretty much only one time when a bite on the leg would be called for…”
I said, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. She seemed to like that one.
“But, for the more…sophisticated and classy vampires of the world, such as myself… a tiny bite accompanying a kiss on the hand usually does it with minimum mess and very little notice, considering I seem to have somehow acquired an unusual ability to hide the punctures…”
I explained. I turned back to her, then, and gently lifted her chin with 2 fingers.
“But then again…I’m thinking for you, perhaps… you can tell them you tripped and accidentally bit you tongue, how’s that, love?”
I asked.
“But… won’t that make me a vampire, too?”
She asked.
“Not necessarily… You see, there’s 3 ways a person can become a vampire. First, is by dead blood. If I were to give you a drop of my blood, that’s dead blood, see? Vampire’s blood. The next way is to be bitten 3 times. The first bite lasts a couple of days, the second- a couple of weeks, and the third bite is permanent. Or, you can always be born a vampire. You don’t know it, though, until puberty. That’s when it starts happening. You gradually sleep less and less at night, you start to crave the taste of blood, which is only natural for a vampire, and you age only one year every 50.”
I explained.
“Take your pick love. 3 bites one after another, dead blood, or start the next generation off with a bang.”
I offered.
“Let’s go with that dead blood thing.”
She said. I smiled again, once more revealing that one sharp end. With that, I took a step back and bit my own wrist and offered a drop to her. She brought my wrist closer to her and gently kissed the bite wound, then licked her lips. Sometimes, a first kiss really can change your life…
