The Last Night Of His Life

The city around him lit up with lights from lamp posts and neon signs as the sun sank below the horizon. The heat from the day evaporated as the night sky darkened.1

John stared solemnly down at the decreasing activity from the twenty-leveled building from which his lover had once resided in several years ago. Tonight was the anniversary of his beloved's death. September 23rd, 2010.2

His features hardened at the thought that resurfaced from the back of his mind. He could live no longer without her, he decided. Tonight would be the night he joined his lost lover.3

If he simply leaned too far over the edge, he would dive down the dangerous drop and find himself, seconds later, as a splattered mess on the sidewalk. He grinned, somewhat, at the thought.4

Before he could even twitch, he felt an ominous presence behind him. A deep, silky voice, with a strong Romanian accent, echoed in his ears.5

"Do you truly wish to leave this world?"6

John spun around and faced a tall figure, whose features were hidden in the shadows.7

"Who are you?" John asked, eyeing the taller male suspiciously.8

The stranger had a predator’s aura about him, like he had finally caught his prey and was about to pounce. Being several inches taller that John's 6'1" height, he was intimidating, especially since he was practically invisible in the shadows. John felt like a small animal compared to him, but would not allow the older male to sense his fear. He glared into the shadows where the other stood.9

Finally, there came a reply. "I am called Stefan Valentine, but from now on you may call me 'Master'."10

Before John could blink, he was within arms reach from him. He was lithe but powerful, as John discovered when he was lifted into the air by one hand. He could now make out "Stefan's" features more clearly in the light of the full moon.11

Stefan had long black hair, deathly pale skin, and sharp green eyes that suddenly turned deep red. John felt terror rise inside him when Stefan gave a toothy grin and showed off a pair of sharp, pearly fangs.12

"What do you want with me?" John asked in a cracked voice, fear taking hold of him.13

Stefan only grinned wider and replied, "You'll find out when you wake up."