Stuperhero Extraordinaire

03/05/2007

The Diary of a Vampire

January 30, 2006

Los Angeles

I have located a nest of vampires. I’ve been driving for over a week now, stopping only to hunt and hide from the sun during the day, in hopes of finding others of my kind. I’m in Los Angeles now in an abandoned warehouse district. I’ve been holed up in an old shoe factory and I’ve seen many vampires coming and going from a warehouse across the street. I don’t know if they’ve sensed me yet. I did not sense them, rather I saw them and recognized them as vampires, but their senses may be better than mine and they may sense me without having to see me, I don’t know.

If they have sensed me, they seem to care nothing for my presence as they have not sought me out to either defend their territory or welcome me into their nest. There are ten of them all together, three females and seven males. I haven’t revealed myself to them as of yet. I don’t know how territorial vampires are and I’m reluctant to take on ten of them at one time. I’m good, but I’m not that good.

It is probably best not to reveal myself to all of them at once anyway. If I decide to reveal myself to them, I will pick one, one of the males, and when he is alone I will reveal myself to him. It shouldn’t be too hard to get one of them alone. Though they do spend the daylight hours in the same place it seems to me that they are, for the most part, a solitary bunch. With the exception of one male and female that I believe are involved, they do not usually hunt together and seem to spend little time together, other than to meet back at this warehouse at sunrise.

I’m of two minds as far as introducing myself to this nest of vampires goes. On the one hand, I have finally found what I have been searching for ever since I was sired: Others of my kind. Yet, on the other hand, it is not exactly the situation I had been hoping for either. I was looking for a lone male, not a pack of them. And the females may pose a problem. I have little doubt that males will accept me, but the females may not want another female to compete with in their little gang.

I suppose I could continue searching and hope to stumble across a lone vampire male like I originally intended. It seems as though these vampires have been using this warehouse as a nest for a long time so they probably are not going anywhere anytime soon. And since I found vampires my first day in Los Angeles I imagine there are many more of them around, more so than in Minnesota apparently. Though I am impatient for a companion, I think I will continue my search. I can always come back to the nest later if I find no other vampires around.

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30/04/2007

Diary of a Vampire

January 7, 2006

Lonely

It’s been a while since I’ve written here, but honestly there hasn’t been much to write about. The nightly hunt, while exciting and gratifying, is certainly nothing to write home about, if I had a home to write to. I’m still staying here and there, spending the day in the home of whatever victim I devour that night. Occasionally I miss my fledging though I have not yet regretted of disposing of him. I’ve thought about siring another but have yet to find anyone worthy of the experience. I don’t know what it is exactly that I am looking for. I didn’t believe in love as a human, and I surely don’t expect to find it now as a creature of darkness, yet it would be nice to find someone that I felt a connection with, one that I could sire and not have to stake in the end.   Unfortunately that seems to be a far off fantasy that I will never fulfill and at times the loneliness is as a physical ache in my chest. I can’t believe there are no other vampires out there, yet my constant fruitless searching speaks loudly against my hope of finding a companion.

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20/04/2007

Diary of a Vampire

December 12, 2005

Dust

I offer this account of this evening’s events with a strange sense of melancholy and maybe even a bit of grief.  Life with my new fledgling had not improved any since my last entry. Each day he became more and more annoying and I was beginning to loathe him. His untimely death seemed to be more inevitable to me with each passing moment if it were not for the fact that we had yet to find another of our kind. By then, however, I was willing to dispose of him and sire another, for surely no one could be as annoying as this trifle.

I’m not sure why I kept him around so long, unless it was because I felt some sort of affinity to him because I did sire him. There seemed to be a connection between us that I could not deny, one that could not be severed no matter how many times I fantasized about setting him on fire or staking him into a pile of dust. I seem to recall a similar connection forming between vampires and their sires in fiction and I wonder if that isn't true in real life as well. There was certainly something that kept me from killing him, and as it cannot be pity, as I feel none for anyone, not even those thrashing about in their final  death throes, it must be some type of connection that we shared. I don't know any other explanation for it.

Whatever the reason it was becoming increasingly annoying to me and tonight I decided to escape, just for a bit, to hunt on my own. I slipped out of the house easily, without waking him, leaving him to dream of me, and reveled in my freedom as I searched for a victim. I found one quickly and was enjoying the chase when I sensed him somewhere nearby. He hadn't located me yet, his hunting skills being woefully unrefined, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my scent led him to me at which point he would inevitably scare away my meal. Forced to give up my game of cat and mouse before I was ready I was already irritated at him beyond belief before he found me devouring my meal.

He was furious with me for leaving him and pulled me from the man I had chosen before I finished, picking me up off my feet and throwing me to the ground. As you can imagine, this infuriated me more than mere words can describe. How dare this man, this toy, attack me, especially while I was feeding! I was on my feet instantly and before he could defend himself I slammed my fist into his face and forced him to the ground. He growled in frustration, trying to loose himself from my grip but I was infinitely stronger than him, which intensified his rage towards me.  

He gripped my hands and tried to force me onto my back so he could straddle me and thus contain me but I was too strong for him and I kicked at him, tossing him off of me as effortlessly as I would a kitten. He growled with unbridled rage and quickly scrambled to his feet to attack me again. I was momentarily torn, my prey was escaping and I wanted, needed to finish my meal, but then I also had to deal with this boy of a vampire before I could complete my meal. Turning to one side I easily pushed him aside as he flew through the air at me. This was it. This was the moment in which I had to decide once and for all whether I wanted to keep him or stake him. I decided on the latter and swiftly grabbed a branch lying near me. He was dust before I could even say good bye, which I had no desire to do anyway. I had had enough of his immaturity and his obsession with me. Granted, I was alone once again, but the world is filled with those that I can sire. If it all turns to hell like this one did, I can just stake him and be done with it again before moving on to the next one. Standing over his pile of dust I felt a small tugging at where my heart once had been; a strange twinge of regret I have never felt since becoming a vampire.

Oh well. Like all things, it will pass.

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19/04/2006

Don't Mean to Bore You

But....here is another entry in Diary of a Vampire....and, this one is even rougher than usual so don't hold that against me.

December 4, 2005

Frustration

We’ve hunted together several nights now, my fledgling and I, and I find hunting with him to be rather…tedious.  He is not the quick learner that I am and he has scared away prey more times than I can count.  I’m trying to be patient and teach him, reminding myself that he is only a few nights old, yet I can’t help but think that my hunting skills, even as a fledgling with no sire to teach me, were infinitely above and beyond what he has thus far been able to manage.  He is impatient and loud, unable to contain his excitement for the kill until the right moment, crashing and stomping about like King Kong in pursuit of prey that inevitably flees long before he is close enough to pounce.  Many times I have despaired of siring this particular male.

I would like to hunt alone, but he seems to be obsessed with me, and I am unable to leave his sight for more than a few moments.  Though I never had children before I died, I imagine this is what it is like to have a toddler following you around, clinging to your skirts and howling constantly for attention.  I’m tiring of him quickly, yet in a way, I find his attentions to be rather flattering and he is such a good boy in the bedroom that I am, at the moment, reluctant to dispose of him.  Besides, were I to stake him, that would leave me once again with no companion, and I do not desire to be alone again just yet, no matter how annoying he can be at times. 

We have been ranging further and further for prey in an attempt on my part to find another of our kind.  I know that they must exist, and I am frustrated with our inability to find what it is I am searching for.  He of course is perfectly content to live out eternity just he and I and has no idea that I am looking for another to replace him.  I suppose that is for the best as I do not look forward to the tantrum that will likely ensue due to his jealousy.  He’s already nearly revealed us to the mortals several times in the pub when a man pays even the slightest bit of attention to me. 

His jealousy extends beyond other men as well, which drives me insane.  I’ve read through only three of the books in the Vampire Chronicles and have another stack of vampire fiction to read, but he distracts me to no end, roaming about while I attempt to read, brooding and pouting because I am not paying him enough attention, his annoying thoughts invading my mind every second with no reprieve.  I’ve no idea how to keep him entertained.  He refuses to hunt without me, has no desire to pick up a book or learn about our own kind.  Even the Playstation sits gathering dust as he has no interest in anything but me.  And, though I do enjoy the attention at times, at other times all I can do is fantasize about lighting him on fire and sending straight him to hell.

I’ve considered siring a woman, sort of a vampire best girlfriend, but am fairly sure that would turn to shit even more quickly than this first attempt to sire this male.  I never much cared for other women, as catty and fake as they can be, and I can’t imagine that would improve at all in the event of their early demise. 

So, for the moment, I am stuck with Robert, this less than adequate male, until I can find someone that pleases me more, whether that be another vampire or a new fledgling. I only pray, to whatever god may be listening, that will be sooner rather than later.  

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17/04/2006

More Diary...

And, here is yet another (rough) entry in Diary of a Vampire....

November 30, 2005
Sire

This, by far, has been the most…interesting night I have experienced as a vampire.  It started innocently enough at the Liffey, my favorite Irish pub.  As usual I walked in alone, all eyes upon me as I confidently set myself upon the bar stool.  Death seems to have enhanced my natural beauty, making my delicate ivory skin just a bit paler, not too much, just enough to make an especially appealing contrast to my jet black hair.  Dressed in my favorite black leather pants and skimpy halter top, I was the belle of the ball, and all men wanted me.  Yes, it sounds conceited of me to say, but it is true, and I don’t believe it is due merely to my beauty for there were many other beautiful women in the pub that night.  Since I’ve changed, I feel so much more sensual, so much freer, so much hornier, to be blunt and the sensuality radiated from my body, a sweltering heat that could be felt by every man around me. 

Since my sire I had not been with a man, other than to feed, and tonight I was out for more than sustenance, I wanted sex.  No, I needed it, had to have it just as I needed blood to survive.  Ordering a Guinness from the bartender I tossed my hair over my shoulder and turned to inspect the potentials.  It was as though they could feel my eyes fall upon them for each man I studied immediately turned to meet my gaze with a look of lust and awe.  I felt like a Goddess tonight, powerful, potent, and lascivious; a woman on the prowl for prey worthy of her sensual prowess and the carnal pleasure that I had to bestow on whomever I chose.

Egotistical?  Yes, I am not ashamed to admit it, it was the truth of the matter and I immediately set about choosing the man I would favor that night.  Several men began circling, eventually whipping up the courage to talk to me, and I smiled and flirted, feigning modesty I obviously did not feel, yet I knew none of them could satisfy me that evening.
I had just began to reconcile myself to the fact that I would not find what it was that I sought that night when I felt someone brush my long tresses away from my ear and whisper to me.

“Hunting for worthy prey are we?”

I turned to him slowly, looking up at him from under lowered lashes.  “Hmmm… I suppose you think that you are worthy of my attentions?”  I slowly let my eyes wander up and down his hard muscular body that his T-Shirt and tight jeans displayed to perfection.  His hair was dark, and shoulder length, his eyes an intense blue that radiated with a confident self-possession and wanton lust.  I knew then that I had found my prize.

But what to do with him, aside from the obvious that is?  Yes, I would satisfy myself and then feed of course, but the longing I feel for a companion had grown almost unbearable.  Could this be a man that I could keep, sire to be not only my companion but my boy-toy as well? 

I stood and pressed my body against him, causing him to gasp slightly with desire.

“Yes, I think you’ll do.”  Taking his hand I pulled him through the crowd of people dancing and enjoying their last drinks before closing.  The pub was packed and he held tightly to my hand as we wound our way through the throng of people. 

Once outside I pulled him into a nearby deserted alley as I could wait no longer.  He pushed me roughly up against the brick wall and I let out a quiet moan as he fondled my breasts and pushed his hardness insistently against me.  Within seconds my pants were off and he had picked me up to thrust himself deep inside of me.  Moaning and panting as he fucked me, I tasted the salty flesh of his neck, the idea of feeding as we coupled nearly driving me insane with desire.  I bit him gently at first and he groaned and pushed inside me deeper and harder; almost mad now with lust, I could feel myself transforming, that demon unleashing itself onto its unsuspecting prey. 

Preparing to bite him again, this time to feed, he surprised me by grabbing my hair and wrenching my head back, away from his neck. 

“Oh no you don’t, it’s not feeding time yet.”  He murmured, leaning down to bite my neck as he continued his hard thrusts.

As you can imagine, I was baffled and caught completely off guard.  How did he know what I was, know that I intended to make him my supper?  Was he too a vampire?  Had I not realized his true nature?  How else could he know?

“Don’t worry love, you’ll get to feed soon enough, but only after you’ve made me a promise.”

“What?  How did you-“

“Never mind that, just listen.”  He commanded me, slowing the rhythm of his thrusts a bit.  “I’ll give you what you want, both dinner and dessert, but you have to promise you won’t let me die.  I want you to make me into a vampire, like you.”

Well, now, here was a situation I hadn’t expected.  I had not yet made up my mind as to what I would do with him after I dined and I never expected him to see me for what I was, let alone ask me to make him into that which I am. 

“Promise me.”  He demanded.

What the hell, I thought.  I wanted a companion, and here he was willing and eager to be that companion.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I promise.”

He let go of my hair then and I sank my teeth into his neck as he pushed deeper inside of me, groaning from the pain as I drank voraciously.  I drained him quickly and we both crumpled to the ground.  He was near death now, nearer than I had intended so I quickly scratched open a small wound on my breast from which he could drink.  He latched on forcefully and drank eagerly.  When he had taken enough I pushed him away from me and he fell back onto the cement, writhing and twisting from the agony of his transformation. 

He’s sleeping now, sprawled out on my bed snoring, his body exhausted from his transformation.  I’ll let him sleep for a bit longer before I wake him to satisfy me again.  Then we will hunt.  Together.
 

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14/04/2006

On Vacation

Yes, I've taken the day off of studying.  My Chem teacher said she was very impressed and that I did very well on the final considering I hadn't studied at all (the wrong one she gave me) and said I could stick with a high C or take it again and get the average of the two grades.  I'm going to take it again, but figured I don't need to study too much for it.  If I was almost at a B without knowing all the material I can't imagine it will take much studying to get an A or a B the second time around. 

So, it's Good Friday today.  If I remember my Bible correctly, isn't this the day the Romans killed Jesus?  Now, if you're a Christian why is it that the day they killed your supposed savior is a good day?  Granted, he (supposedly) rose from the dead on the third day, which if you believe the Bible is a good thing, but his death was horrible and torturous, and bloody and gory and they're calling that day good?  And people say I'm sick and twisted.

So here is the next (rough) entry in Diary of a Vampire. 

November 13, 2005
Soul Questions
           
It has been almost a week since I first brought home my new vampire books.  Mostly, they were fiction, though I did manage to find one on vampire folklore that claimed to have supposed witness accounts of actual vampires.  Ironically, I found that one to be the most unrealistic of them all as most of the accounts were from before the 19^th century and most of the supposed ‘undead’ could be explained away by current medical science. 

From my own experience, which admittedly is far from extensive, I find that the fiction is a more accurate depiction of vampires.  One book especially, or rather, a series of books, ‘The Vampire Chronicles,’ seemed to be the most accurate of them all.  The first one, ‘Interview with a Vampire,’ claimed to be an actual, albeit fictional, account of a real vampire, and I wondered then if perhaps it was more reality than fantasy. I found that I warmed to this series quickly and the time spent in my ‘research’ was much more enjoyable than I first expected it to be. 

Soon, I extended my research to include movies and even the television shows, ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer,’ and its spin off ‘Angel.’  In the beginning, three things struck me about vampire fiction.  First of all, there doesn’t seem to be nearly as many vampires in the real world as in the fictional one.  I have yet to come across a vampire, as far as I know. And according to my research, a vampire always knows one of its own kind.  Also, vampires are supposedly not the only demons in the world, there are actually many, many different varieties of demons, although I take that with a grain of salt as it is indeed fiction, despite some of the truths I have gained from it.  But, most importantly, curiously, I have found that some vampires have the tendency to agonize over the killing they must do to maintain their existence, and I wondered if that happened only to those that somehow happened to retain their soul. It seems that there is some disagreement as to whether a vampire retains its soul upon becoming one of the undead.  Angel had a soul, but only because he was cursed by gypsies to suffer the pain of his centuries of killing and in one movie I watched, vampires did not lose their soul at all. In the Vampire Chronicles, I don’t recall the subject of having a soul after becoming a vampire even coming up.  In all cases, it seemed as though there were evil creatures, for lack of a better word, as well as good in the world of the dead just as there are in the world of the living.  In fiction, some of the vampires choose to kill only the ‘bad’ guys or even go so far as to subsist on the blood of pigs or cows, as in ‘Angel.’  Yuck. 

Granted, that could easily be attributed to differences between vampires, and have nothing at all to do with a soul.  Some of the fictional vampires never had issue with the killing.  And yes, it is fiction so I can’t expect it to depict truth.  But, the fact that I felt no remorse over my killing struck me and got me to thinking about souls and morality.  I thought about my first kill and how I had watched him struggle as he died, feeling no remorse or sadness at the loss of his life.  I remember thinking that to be rather curious at the time, for some reason I expected to feel something, some sense of loss or sadness.  Did that mean I had lost my soul, like the vampires on television? Did I still possess a soul or had my transformation rendered me a soulless creature damned to a fiery eternity in hell?  It was a subject I pondered for some time.

So where does this leave me? Thus far I had given no thought to the humans I consumed, other than the luscious thrill of the hunt.  Does that mean I am evil?  If so, does that mean I lost my soul that fateful night? Or had I been evil in life and that tendency merely carried over into my death?  Fascinated with my possible lack of morality, not to mention lack of a soul, I thought very hard about whether or not I still possessed a soul. But, then what is a soul? 
Was it the possession of emotion?  I still feel.  I am moved by beauty, I enjoy certain things, I become angry, I love a good fresh kill.  I long for a companion.  Obviously I still have feelings.  Was a soul more than just the possession of feelings?  Animals feel.  They fear.  They become angry.  Does that mean they have a soul? 

Or was a soul more than just emotion, was it also morality?  The ability to discern right from wrong and choose that which is right regardless of the consequences?  What about those still living that lived life with no moral code?  Those that steal and rape and kill, did they possess no soul?  And then you have the animals who, like me, kill to survive.  Is that immoral or does nature transcend morality?

There was an interesting thought. Maybe the whole death thing makes the entire subject of morality I moot point. Maybe now, I am just head of the food chain, soul or not. Although, I suppose I could do something constructive with my killing.  For instance, I could choose to be an instrument of revenge, spending my time in this world of darkness meting out justice to those who do no seem to suffer it in the world of the living.  Or I could choose to be a champion, like Angel, protecting the innocent from the demons that lurk in the shadows.  Maybe that is my destiny, my contribution to society. 

Of course, I never cared one whit about making a contribution to society when I was alive, I see no reason why that would change with my death.  Maybe I’ll just stick to being head of the food chain.

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13/04/2006

Writing again...

I spent most of the day yesterday studying so I am rewarding myself with a morning of writing.  In all the stress over school and finals, I forgot how much I love to write.  It's very...theraputic for me.  Here is entry #3 in Diary of a Vampire.  I'm not as happy with it as I could be, I think it's a bit boring, but I'm going to post it anyway. I'll post any revisions later. 

November 7, 2005
Searching

I have no idea if I adjusted to my new…condition relatively fast or slow as I have no one to compare myself to.  It took a bit of time before I felt truly comfortable in my own skin, as it were.  I spent quite a lot of time those first nights meandering around playing with my new amplified senses, following random scents to their source, gauging how far my new vision could see, touching everything I passed with fresh, fascinated fingers that had never felt before.

I wandered far from home those first few nights looking for prey and perhaps another vampire.  It was at this point that I began to regret disposing of my sire so quickly.  Not that I needed help with the hunt, I took to hunting quickly, felling my prey with a calculated swiftness that I felt was quite impressive.  Yet, I was curious to know more about other vampires, about being a vampire.  I mean, with eternity lying at my feet, whatsoever was I to do with it?  Though I had always been a loner, I did not desire to spend all of eternity alone.  I wanted some company, and while I could sire a companion, I was hoping for a more experienced vampire who could teach me about our history, introduce me to others of my kind.

I traveled by foot, as I could walk for miles without tiring and I felt no need to use my car, rather, I enjoyed the exercise and the fresh air and I covered almost two hundred miles in a few days before I gave up looking for another of my kind, at least for the moment.  Perhaps there were no others around here, or perhaps they kept to themselves.  What, after all, did I expect?  Some sort of vampire clubhouse where we all gathered to share our tales and keep each other company those lonely nights? 

Disappointed and frustrated, I happened upon a Barnes and Noble.  Though, as with writing, I had never had much use for reading in life, I realized this may be my only way to learn about myself and my kind.  The manager was just locking up when I rapped on the glass.  He threw me an irritated glance and motioned to the sign displaying the store hours but I flashed him my flirtiest smile and tossed my black curls over my shoulder.  Sighing, he mumbled something to himself and unlocked the door.

I thanked him profusely, resting my hand on his arm and winking, and promised I would return the favor if only he would just give me a few minutes to purchase a book.  I told him breathlessly, my breasts heaving in my skin tight halter top, that it was a birthday present for my sister and I had to buy it right away for her birthday was tonight.  He smiled at me, eyeing me up and down with a hungry, lustful look in his eye.  I laughed a little inside then,  for I too was hungry, but not for what he wanted and I had already decided to dine on him before I perused the bookshelves. 

As he turned to lock the door I laid my hand on his shoulder and he made a remark about my being eager.  When he turned to face me I told him he had no idea how eager I was and let loose the demon within me.  He screamed like a little girl as I forced him to the ground and latched onto his jugular.  He struggled uselessly, for he was tall but scrawny, and I could have taken him even without my vampiric strength. 

After draining him I dragged his body behind the counter and shut out the lights in case someone happened by.  I spent over an hour searching the shelves for books that could help me and had quite a pile of them by the time I finished.  Bagging up my books I unlocked the door and slipped off into the night to find a midnight snack before I began my research, thinking that this time I would choose someone who had a bit more meat on his bones. 

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11/04/2006

Must...free...the....demons....

Okay, yes, I should be studying, but I HAVE to write, the demons must be satiated and let loose.  It has been so long since I've been able to spend a nice chunk of time writing that I'm going to go insane, well, more insane.  Thus, I spent this afternoon working on my new series of shorts.  Here is entry #2 in Diary of a Vampire.  Again, it is a rough draft so don't hold that against me.

November 1, 2005
My first night as a vampire

It was a very strange night, I must admit.  Stranger than any I’d experienced thus far in my life, or death, for those who desire accuracy.

The pain, oh the pain had been gloriously indescribable.  Excruciating yet orgasmic; he drank vigorously as he fucked me, his teeth embedded deeply in the flesh of my neck. The pain rushed through my body, the stabbing, shooting, aching burn bringing me to orgasm as my dying body thrashed about underneath him.

But, in my excitement, I digress, I have already told this tale, so let us move on to that which is new.  As I had staked my sire even as we made love, if you could call it that, I was alone, forced to hunt my first prize with no sire to teach me; luckily I’ve always been self starter, so to speak.  So, there I was, on this, my first night of eternal nights, skulking through the shadows, trying to blend in with my surroundings and adjust to all these new sensations that tortured and tormented my newly amplified senses.  The luscious scent of life and blood invaded my nose and the pounding of myriad hearts thundered through my skull, the smells and sounds coming at me from every direction for what seemed like miles and miles.

I clutched my head, thrashing it from side to side in a desperate attempt to quell the sensory overload.  My stomach impatiently reminded me of its hunger with a vicious growl that echoed itself in the back of my throat.

'Focus!'  I commanded myself.  'Concentrate on one person at a time.' 

I clenched my fists, working to push out all but one scent, one heartbeat.  It took some time but finally I was able to center in on one person.  One victim. 

The world around me quieted and stilled as I focused on my prey.  Within the span of a breath I was at his side, pulling him into the alley where I could feed unseen.  At first he struggled, but when he saw me he laughed and stopped fighting, obviously not intimidated by little ol' me.  

And then he saw the demon I had become, my fangs glinting in the moonlight and he began to scream.  It was late, no one around to come to his rescue but I firmly covered his mouth with my hand anyway.  You know, the whole, better be safe then sorry thing.  Sinking my teeth into his flesh I gloried in the sheer power, my ability to inflict death upon whomever I chose.  His blood was sweet, coppery, and filled with his life force, unlike the bitterly cold blood of my sire. 

My body shuddered with the rapture, with the morbid, erotic pleasure that comes with the taking of a life.  It was though I had never lived before, which was curious considering that I was technically dead.  Or was it undead?  In actuality semantics mattered not to me at the time, did not bother me as I fed, that luscious blood flowing over my tongue, down my throat and into my hungry stomach, blood so warm, so full of life; the life that I needed so desperately to continue my macabre existence.

All too soon it was over, he was near death and I was forced to wrench my teeth from his neck and let him fall to the ground, pale and nearly lifeless. I paused to watch him then as he pitifully struggled with his last bit of life.  I thought maybe I would feel regret, or maybe sadness, after all, I’d lost my humanity only yesterday, but the truth was I felt nothing.  No regret, no remorse, just the feeling of any other of nature’s predators with full stomach.  Curious.

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10/04/2006

The Night I Died

Okay, as I wait to switch laundry loads, I've been writing a bit.  I've decided to write a series of short stories called Diary of a Vampire.  This is the first entry in said diary.  Before you read it I have two things to say.  1) It is a little sexually explicit so if you are easily offended by things of a sexual nature I advise you to skip this post.  2) This is a very rough draft, so don't hold it against me if it's a bit...raw.

I never was one for writing, but considering recent events and their subsequent consequences I feel compelled to begin a journal of my ‘adventures’, or lack thereof. 

The Night I Died
October 31, 2005

    He had seemed like a nice enough guy at the time.  Clean cut, intelligent, a little rough around the edges, but gentle in his own way.  As we left the pub I never once considered the demon he could be, the demon that took my life at Lake Calhoun, on the beach, in the moonlight with the waves gently lapping against the shore.

    He was on top of me now, tearing at my skirt, and as much as my mind screamed “Fight him!  Don’t let him do this to you!” my body wanted him, waged a war with my brain that was protesting oh so loudly.  I screamed and clawed at his back even as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him inside of me.  He plunged deeply within me, nearly tearing me open, thrusting so hard I cried out again and my back arched with the exquisite pain. 

    He yanked on my hair, pulling my head back and exposing the ivory flesh of my neck.  He flicked his tongue across the damp skin in between my breasts.  He moved it up, over my breast and to the hollow of my neck.  Panting now my mind screamed its futile warnings to me, but I ignored them again.  I put my hand against his head, pushing it onto my neck and felt his teeth as they penetrated my jugular.  He whimpered as the blood burst over his tongue, pulling on my nipples as he fed and thrust into me ever harder.
 

   The pain, oh the pain was indescribable.  Like a delicious nightmare I could not escape even had I wanted to.  With each fluttering beat of my heart the blood surged into his mouth and he drank eagerly, in a frenzy of lust and passion as I shuddered and convulsed underneath him.  The ecstasy of the throbbing ache I felt both in my neck and in my sex broke over me as a wave, stealing my breath, drowning me in its intensity.  Tears were falling now from the shear joy of the wretched rapture raging through me with every thrust.

    As my life slipped away I grew weak, dizzy, my head spinning, my body floating up into the stars gazing upon me, bathing me in their fragile light.  I gasped my final breath just as the first drop of his blood seared my tongue, my body, my soul fighting against me as I welcomed the liquid eternity flowing into my mouth.  Digging my teeth into the flesh of his chest I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, sucked harder, furiously draining him more quickly than he anticipated.  He fell against me, panting, writhing, trying to pull my eager lips from his body.

    “Damn it, Stop!”  He snarled, wrenching himself free of my grip and fell onto his back in the damp sand. 

    I climbed on top of him and teased him, straddling him slightly, not quite close enough for him to be inside of me.  Lowering myself onto him I bounced up and down just the tiniest bit.  My neck was still aching, my body in pain from the dying, but I was insatiable, I needed him inside of me, needed to celebrate this death with the best of what life had to offer. 

    I pushed myself onto him until he was deep inside and he moaned and growled, scratching the flesh of my back as I rode him.  Leaning down I again sunk my teeth into his flesh, drinking deeply as my body transformed, the pain still raging through me, the pain that I welcomed fondly like an old lover. 

    He was struggling now, trying to push me off, frantically trying to rip my teeth from his flesh when my hand fell upon a piece of driftwood lying on the beach next to us.  With one swift, fatal move I staked him and he crumbled to a pile of dust beneath me. 

    Lying, writhing, digging my fingers into the cold sand beneath me I laughed maniacally, welcoming the eternal death that stole my soul, transformed me into a vile, evil creature of the night with a lust for blood that could never be satiated.

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