A Vampire Story
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I could smell her as I walked out of my apartment. I thought about going and confronting her, but decided that wasn't a good idea. I had tried at lunch to compel her, but it didn't work. I could usually control peoples mind quite easily. I can not only make people forget, but I can actually put thoughts and suggestions into most people’s heads. Except hers. That just added to the intrigue and excitement that gnawed at my primal instincts. I had to feed tonight or I wouldn't have any self-control left. I will have to deal with her afterward. Perhaps with my strength and powers renewed, I could affect her mind and not have to kill her. She has stalked me for the better part of a year now, and I have been watching her as closely. She has an obsession for creatures of the night. She felt something for me as well; I could feel her desire, smell her need today at lunch. It was all I could do to sit there. I sure as hell couldn't stand up. I was glad I opted for the light sport coat and didn't just go in my shirt and trousers, at least I could hide my hard-on, and it sure as hell wouldn't go away. I almost grabbed her and kissed her right there. I could tell she wanted me too. I wanted to give her everything she desired and then some. It has been way too long since I have had a companion. I was hoping it to be her, and now I am forced to decide to turn her; more than likely against her will, or to kill her. Normally, once turned she would, well, not be my slave, but willingly be loyal to me, since she would carry my blood. She is anything but normal, so I have no idea if it would work that way or not. I have had to lie to rest a couple of my companions for less than that. Luckily I had found an easy prey as I walked into the club tonight. I found a table and a date before she came in. I generally don’t prefer tall or blonde, but tonight there weren't a lot of choices, or time. As soon as I walked in, she was sitting close to the door, she looked up and smiled. Our eyes met. It was like taking candy from a baby. I would have preferred a challenge, but that should be walking in the door any minute now. We barely got seated at the table when I hear the door open. I won’t have to fake desire tonight, as I was aroused seconds after she walked inside. She hadn’t showered or changed, so between her perspiration and her earlier desires I had awakened, my senses were reeling. I had to feed quickly. I checked the area with my keen sensory perception. It was clear, other than a few sleeping transients a few miles away. I had already taken care of the bar. Everyone inside would either not remember me at all, or remember a different person altogether with the girl. I looked into the eyes of my victim and imagined it was Merah that I was kissing, her lips soft, and warm as she begged for more just like in the dreams she had starred in for the last several months. I was intrigued by her the first moment I laid eyes on her. I haven’t felt this way about anyone since before I was cursed. Now I was going to have to end it all before anything ever began. That is what I get for not thinking or thinking with the wrong head. As I sank my fangs into the blonde's neck, I heard a scream. At first I thought it was the image I had of Merah screaming my name. Then I heard it again. I knew she was in danger; I dropped the girl without thinking to seal the wounds and ran in the direction of the commotion. I could tell now there was a man. A very drunk one. He chose the wrong woman tonight. I will not be gentle. He will die a slow and agonizing death. If I can’t have her, he sure as hell wasn't. I turned into the alley and was shocked to see Merah standing there slamming this man’s head into the wall. His head had been splattered like a melon against the wall. Perhaps now I could talk her into joining me, it would be better than life in jail.