The sun hung low over the mountains set in the distance. A
blanket of silver lay across the land I stared into the distance; second
guessing my plan. Behind me was a club that’s been known to have frequent
vampire customers, though I suppose the name ‘Pulse’ might have given it away.
There were a few places like this in the world; places that a very little
amount of humans knew were strictly vampire central, and those that just happen
by are often sent home with a hung-over induced by blood loss rather than
alcohol intake. I came here to find a fanger I could kill. I hadn’t had a good
kill in over a month and it seemed to now be something I’d grown addicted to.
The kill, the lust for blood but not just any blood, vampire blood; you might
think it’s weird for a half breed such as myself to hunt and kill my own kind
but to be honest, I couldn’t hate them more. They raped my mother, almost took
her life and then 9 months later she gave birth to me. I suppose it wasn’t a
bad life, in the grand scheme of things, she didn’t treat me like some half
blood sucker; I was her daughter but when it came to my 16 birthday and all of
the sudden I had a brand new set of fangs, things got a little weird.
Nothing too dire but still, it was hard keeping my new
powers under control and she’d kept her distance. Now, however, 22 years old
and well in control of my vampire abilities I’ve found that slaying them is
more fun and more addicting than any drug out there. I turned toward the door
of the building that was only now lit by a single sign that red ‘Pulse’ in red
letters and an open sign that flashed blue in the place’s only window. I
started inside and for a moment as the low hum of rock music of the Indi persuasion
played in the background I was taken back. The outside didn’t look like much,
just kind of a run-down old Tavern but inside it was lush with crimson. Blood
red curtains and satin covered seating lined each wall; with the bar smack in
the middle of the room. People scattered around the bar were gyrating to the
music and the whole place reeked of blood and sweat. I’d learned how to tell
which were vampires and which were humans. My hearing, though not quite as good
as I would assume a full breeds would be, was enough to hear the slightest
thrumming within the chests of every person in here; those with heartbeats and
those without.
Vampires couldn’t resist a young nubile woman, men and woman
alike. It was like picking from the forbidden fruits, plucking an apple at its
prime and they simply loved to get the first taste. Today, I wore what would
seemingly categorize me as a young newbie child of the dark. Too much eyeliner
and more black than anyone should ever wear. It was like screaming at the top
of your lungs, daddy never loved me enough and I’m looking for love in all the
wrong places. I could almost feel their eyes on me, groping me with their gaze
and practically undressing me with their minds. It was like being put on
display; naked and allowing everyone in the room to appraise me, which in all
actuality was exactly what I was doing. I was giving them something to look at,
something to pull them in; I was baiting them, hook, line and sinker.
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