Fade to black

Slowly I scan the crowd, searching for the one that will be mine for all eternity. I have all night to find her, so I stand in the alley patiently. Waiting, always waiting.1

1 am, there she is, but alas, she is with friends, such a beautiful young lady, yes, she is the one. I slowly remove myself from the shadow,2

Fix my hair and my coat, and I begin the game. Following from afar. Waiting for the opportune moment. Waiting, always waiting.3

She turns the corner, to head home, alone. "Perfect." I think. Formulating my story, I call her name... "Amanda!" She turns, partially frightened, but I ease her fears with one glance. I let my story fly, hypnotizing Her with my words and gaze.4

"I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place for the evening?" I see her inner struggle, fighting to break my grasp upon her will. "I would like that very much," She replies, in the voice of an angel. I take her hand and lead her on, skin so soft and warm, I feel her heart racing, so full of life...5

We arrive at my darkened home, walls of deepest night, windows painted as well, only the flicker of the red candles, light our paths to my living room. I pour us some wine, a special mix for me, and I light the incense and fireplace. "Now," I think, "is where the fun begins."6

After a bit of talking, her defences fall, my green eyes staring into her blue, I gently caress her face with my hand. I bring her lips to mine,7

and enjoy the taste of youth, life, and passion. After so many years, I've never become less amazed by the power a single kiss can hold. She is all mine now, no turning back. I feel a slight pang of guilt, a bit of my extinct humanity trying to be reborn, but it doesn't matter. I hold her in a tight embrace, and speak just a few words: "Do you want to live by my side for all eternity?" In her present state, how could she resist?8

Yet again, her will tries to break free, but the hold it far too strong. "Yes," Is her simple reply. I kiss her again, and hold her close to me. I move my lips slowly, kissing her jawline. Then down, to her collarbone. Meticulously I work my way up, to the center of the side of her soft, tender neck. One final kiss, and I can resist no longer.9

Slowly but firmly, I sink my fangs into her alabaster skin. I immediately feel the warmth of her blood sliding across my lips, over my tongue, down my throat. She tenses, weakly trying to get away, but I only firm my hold on her. A minute or two later, I slowly let her near-lifeless body fall to the cushion of the black velvet couch. I sip my wine, and pour a bit into her mouth. She swallows the wine/blood mixture with the last bit of strength in her body, and her world slowly fades to black.10

"Rest easy, my love." I whisper into her ear, "For when you wake, we will begin the hunt together." I pull a black blanket over her now cold body, and turn my gaze to the fireplace, where the dancing of the flames entrances me. Patiently I wait for her to awaken. Waiting, always waiting.11