Strange times, Chapter 1

Strange times, a day in a life of a complete strange person… Nah, I’m just kidding. This story is in no way real, though some of the circumstances may be for some people. Please comment, and tell me of any mistakes I have made and any improvements that can be made in the story. Though I do believe in mythological creatures and their abilities, this story is in no way advertising the ritualistic act of turning a person into a vampire through bitting and sex LOL, I don’t lie, it won’t be advertising it, and it will have something about it in this story1

Chapter One2

The issue with being human is that we’re way too sensitive, think about it. We cry when some one close dies, we feel pain to a degree that if the pain is too severe we lose consciousness and we ache to be with someone, to satisfy the primal urge to mate. We’re no different from animals I suppose, sin is like some kind of restraint old men use to say that you can’t have lustful sex…If they can’t you can’t. Such is life, to that degree of restrictions, some people don’t hold those morals, those restrictions, yet they are either called insane, players and whores. You have to have a balance, common sense. Have one partner to avoid risk of diseases; don’t drink alcohol or smoke, again that’s for health reason, work to live. Have fun, but don’t lose control. The issues of being human…3

The cold winter night air bites at the exposed skin of my hands and face. Walking through the snow covered streets, looking for my next prey.4

I haven’t been like this long, I am still learning, but unlike most, I am open to everything around me, open to new things, living in the dark…It opens my eyes to weird and wonderful experiences, it’s brighter in the world to me right now than a bright summer day in the middle of a thousand mirrors. The cold doesn’t bother me one bit, there is too much distracting me.5

The heart beats of a hundred plus people in this street, asleep in bed, sitting down to watch television. There is the occasional man walking into the street to go into their houses, the dogs howling from in the houses, too cold for them to sleep in the garden. I am looking for one who will… Entertain me. I don’t get bored easily, there is too much around, but when I am bored, people better watch out. So, I am trying to find a form of entertainment, it is for the good of all people.6

There is a healthy warm heartbeat that has my full attention, it’s like not even this finger freezing cold can make that heart shudder. Thudump… Thudump… Thudump… Thudump… The pulsing of the blood as it rushes in and out of the heart, nothing sounds better. Nothing in the world is more exciting than to hear it racing…7

I follow the heartbeat, I can’t see who it belongs to yet, the snow is too thick, and I want that warmth to be held against me as I feed. I want it to race when it realises that I am following it, even faster when I catch it. As I sink my fangs in, I want it to cry out for me to stop, the snow is too loud for anything to be heard.8

There is a slight hitch to the heart when I get closer, it knows something is up but it won’t freak out like the rest of the human race, it stands its ground as I approach it. 9

It turns out to be a he, tall and strong, not huddled in his large thick coat. His long red hair is moving restlessly because of the wind, his eyes staring strongly in my direction. Eyes of ice cold steel glare at me; they’re surrounded by black lashes. His skin is the colour of ivory, so beautiful, pulsing with warm blood, cheeks slightly pink from the ice whipping across his face. 10

“What do you want?” He asks as I walk in close. This mans heart is so alluring, it tempts me in close, promising warmth and love, will it destroy me like poisoned honey? A tasty little morsel that will kill me in flick of his fingers (that isn’t so little)?11

His heart doesn’t even flicker when I flash him my fangs, is he a Hunter? Is he baiting for hunters to kill me? Will I be able to sink my fangs deep into his tasty throat before he kills me…? Or get’s me killed? Will I be fast enough?12

Nothing in this world is stopping me…13

I stalk foreword, this man will be mine, even if we both die tonight. He get’s into a defensive position and has a knife out, protecting himself. It makes me smile and move more smoothly towards him.14

“Don’t.” He warns me, his steel eyes flashing with murderous rage. It makes me want him more, but why does his heart not beat fast? Is he so use to fighting that nothing scares him? Is that anger just an act, or can he control everything?15

I swipe his knife away and get in close to his body; there is a slight hitch in his heartbeat as I breathe in his rustic smell of the woods. It reminds me of the time I was with the cats, but he’s not a cat, he doesn’t smell anything like a cat.16

He growls this animalistic sound and slides his arm smoothly under my guard, pressing the knife to my throat, it doesn’t bother me. Unless he has the strength to cut my head off with one blow. 17

I grab his wrist and push him against the building, he grunts with the force of it. He is not a hunter or he would’ve had a gold blade, this blade is not gold, it is silver, meaning he’s a hunter of werecats. If he is hunting werecats, I will take great pleasure in killing him.18

His eyes flash with fear and it startles me, a werecat hunter is fearless. He is no hunter; he is just a child with a knife, barely eighteen years old. I twist his arm until he lets go of the knife and pin both of his hands to the building.19

“Why are you out here carrying a knife like that?” I hiss and he growls into my face… If there are werecats then there must be werewolves… No wonder he smells like the woods.20

“I’m protecting myself from predators like you.” He snarls and I scoff. He hasn’t been doing a good job, I think I might let him live, he’s rather amusing.21

“A predator like me? I am looking at a predator, a pathetic excuse for one at that.” I scoff and he fights against my grip… He’s too young to understand.22

“Let me go you brute.” He scowls and I can feel the blood pulse under his skin, I laugh huskily, he warms me to the core. I might not kill him and just have fun with him.23

“I might let you go if you let me bite you.” I say and he looks horrified. The blood pulsing faster through his heart, now he is frightened… His blood is young and I want it.24

“Bite me? I am already something not human.” He says and I laugh, he is so naïve.25

“I do not plan on changing you into anything pet; my biting is not for changing, it is used for the normal things, like inflicting pain… Eating things, changing is only for the privileged.” I say and he frowns.26

“You want to eat me?” He frowns and I laugh, he is so funny.27

“Oh, child, I do not eat flesh.” I say, the furrow between his brows deepening further.28

“What do you eat?” He questions, generally confused.29

I roll my eyes and nudge his face with my nose, into exposing his throat to me.30

“Your life’s essence. Your blood, give it to me and I will let you go.” I whisper into his ear and his breath pauses briefly, it makes me close my eyes, I like that I frighten him. Fear is my aphrodisiac, it turns me inside out, upside down, and I want to take him for all he has.31

“Will it hurt?” He asks, generally frightened.32

“It all depends on how you take to me, if you relax and enjoy me, it won’t hurt one bit, if you tense up and fear me, and it will hurt a lot.” I tell him honestly and he takes a deep breath.33

“Swear to me that you will let go of me.” He says and I nod.34

“I swear to you that I will leave you unharmed, I will let you go, once I have finished feeding.” I say and he slowly forces himself to relax, his blood rushing more evenly through his veins.35

“Why do you wish to bite me?” He asks and I let my lips skim his throat, trying to enjoy his skin, but if he keeps moving I will hurt him.36

“You smell really good and I am hungry, you were the unlucky one who walked passed my path when I was hunting.” I say and he entwines his fingers with mine, it makes me smile.37

“Okay, bite me.” He whispers and I sink my fangs into the tender flesh of his throat, blood pulsing foreword, coating my mouth, tantalising my palette and leaving me frenzied. 38

I bite harder and grind against him, he makes a pained whimper, but I am unable to stop it, the blood is filling up a hole I never knew I had, I haven’t been this hungry for anything in my life. 39

I fight the urge to take it all; this young man has to get away from me before I kill him.40

I step back and curl my hands into fist. Don’t go back, don’t go the fuck back to him, you kill the poor boy.41

“Go.” I rasp and he runs, I force myself against the brick wall, to keep myself from chasing the enticing piece of flesh that he is. I will not chase him, I will stay here, I will not chase.42

I burry my fingers into the snow and close my eyes, I don’t want to kill him, I will kill him if I see him again…43

If I could wish for anything is that our paths will not cross ever again, our lives will not be brought together ever again, I will not feed from him ever again… At least that is what I wish.44