We begin our story with narration by the vampire:
I remember the first time I saw her - it is as if it were just yesterday but then that's how it is when you're undead. All the memories seem like 'yesterday', whether they happened 1 day or 100 years ago. Still, she's managed to stand out.
She seemed to be the brave one - walking down the street at such a late hour. I had been trailing another meal, I don't remember what it was now, all was forgotten in that one moment. Partly out of curiosity, I began to follow her. Partly, it was also selfishness ~ I didn't want anyone else to have her, so strong was my attraction.
I've watched her over many nights. My angel does indeed seem to be an oddity in this so called modern world. In all the time I have watched her, she has been with no man (or woman, for that matter). It is yet another fascination to me. I must get to know her.
It was a beautiful night. A storm had been brewing over the city for a while now ~ lightning was jumping from cloud to cloud, as if it were anxious to get on with the show. Combined with all the many scents of potential meals, on the hoof as it were, the ungodly humidity was nearly driving the vampire crazy. He had hoped that his appetite would either abate or stay at a managable level but now he could see that it would do neither. He would have to feed and hope that he wouldn't miss his angel as she took her weekly trip to her class.
Ugh. That 'class'. He didn't know what kind of class it was and wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know. Whatever it was, the vampire couldn't get close to it ~ it was as if someone had put up an invisible wall around the place. Very unusual for him not to be able to break something like that ~ it added more fascination to the woman.
There. That lump of a mortal there in the alley. It would provide more than enough sustenance for him to carry out his plan. Why had this woman caught his fancy so much? Why wasn't she just another source of food, like the rest of the mortals? There would be plenty of time to figure that out later. Meanwhile, there was the matter of his hunger.
It was over quickly. The mortal didn't even try to fight him very much, not that it was in any shape to fight. It was going through drug withdrawal and probably thought what was happening to it was some horrible flashback. The drug left a bit of a bitter taste to the food - not to the vampire's liking but it was adequate. After taking some care to hide the remains of his dinner, he was ready to carry out his plan. That is, if he hadn't missed his angel. He hoped that she hadn't been early.
Stepping out of the alley, the vampire merged with the traffic on the sidewalk. He tried to act casual and hoped that his enthusiasm didn't give him away. He was about to meet his angel, face to face! Suddenly, there she was ~ just ahead. She seemed lost in a daydream - time to put the plan into action.
He put his hands into the deep pockets of his coat and put his head down as he headed straight for her. He pretended to be just as lost in his own thoughts as she appeared to be as he grazed her shoulder. He brought himself out of it as he turned to apologize.
"Oh! Please excuse me. I didn't mean to run you down like that. I hope that you aren't hurt."
She looks startled. Wonderfully, fantastically startled.
"No. I'm fine - all my parts seem to be in working order." I can see that, the vampire thinks to himself.
O.k...it's one thirty in the morning and I am beat. I'm going to continue working on this story in the next entry...if it will let me. I may have to come back to it before the night's gone. Oh lord, I've been possessed by a Muse (or a reasonable simile thereof!)
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