Angela Clarke
Those of you who believe the stereotypes of a vampire are mistaken… we are
not the evil species you take us to be… something a child might be told
about as a scary story.
Sure, some beings of our race are twisted and tormented… who would do
horrible things…but how is that different from your race?…hmmm?
There was this young girl I remember seeing one night at a club…she was so
beautiful…so innocent…you could see it in her eyes. Innocence is a very rare
thing to come by these days. When a child gets old enough to go out and
explore the world-the world in which mass murders, war, suffering, fear,
children killing children…things happen on this earth, chilling things
enough to make my blood run cold. It is all enough to make a child lose
their innocence quickly… it has been stolen from them, from their own harsh
reality.
Anyway… this girl… I wanted to save her, before it was to late. When she
left the club, alone, I followed close behind…cloaked in shadows, unseen and
unheard… as she was nearing an alley I saw another figure… and then the
silver glint of a blade.
Bastard!- I thought. And with blinding speed I grabbed him by the
hair, holding a hand over his mouth and pulling him back into the shadows
with me, just as the young lass walked by not noticing. I held my hand over
his mouth keeping a painful grip on his jaw…tilting his face towards me and
saying:
“tisk…tisk”
Then snapped his neck in two. I think the pathetic sucker pissed his pants
before it was over.
Now here I must interrupt again- would that man has deserved to live? One
less psycho or serial killer is all he is now. I like to think of myself as
a judgement- a punisher for the wicked. I know many other vampires and
higher beings have taken on this duty and role in life as well.
Because of this delay I had to catch up with the girl, about half a block
away… I couldn’t wait any longer… I came up behind her and wrapped my arms
around her, whispering in her ear:
“whats your name, child?”
She froze…she could not see who was holding her or whispering in her ear,
but she could feel me and hear me.
Our race has that ability… to overwhelm the human senses, thus we can become
invisible to them, read their mind, etc. This is because our race has more
soul then they could imagine… it is so overpowering to their minds
perception.
I let my hands caress her arms, making her feel comfort… she held her head
up and said:
“Anita…”
“Anita…” I repeated.
I was very impressed, because even though she was afraid, she held onto her
courage, showing she was strong.
“That’s a lovely name…” My breath getting heavier, tickling her ear…
she closed her eyes, and I felt her muscles relax a bit.
I let one hand slide over to her breast, caressing it slowly…she moaned.
I must admit I always was a good charmer, and could make a lady feel
pleasure with great ease.
“Your very special...”
I slid my hand from her breast and gently drew a line down her belly…taking
in her scent…enjoying the warmth of a mortal close to my body.
She was beginning to get very relaxed…but then realized what was
happening…she tensed slightly.
“what are you going to do to me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice
calm.
I paused bringing my hand up to her cheek and stroking it.
“I’m going to save you…” I whispered slowly tilting her head and
brushing my lips against her neck.
Surprisingly she seemed to tilt her head on her own with not much of my
force.
I closed my eyes as I sank my fangs into her flesh… my ears prickling with
the sound of flesh being torn between my teeth.
And so I embraced her… she turned out to be quiet the independent. I taught
her how to live her new life, she stayed until she felt she knew all she
needed to know and then one morning she was gone, leaving a gentile note
thanking me and hoping we could meet again someday. I was upset for a short
while… I would have liked to love her.
About a three years later I heard she was hunted down and slaughtered in the
most brutal fashion by Hunters… Humans believing they were doing the proper
judgement! That wasn’t judgement that killed Anita… it was fear… they always
kill what they fear.
