I stalk down the wet stone street as the rain lightly drizzles on my hat and cloak. It is well past ten o'clock, yet the street lamps are still aflame, casting a yellow glow amongst the blurry rain. I look onwards for my prey until I see her. A woman with white blonde curls and blue eyes, standing under and awning. I make my way to her smiling as I do so, but not showing my teeth. I bow, "My dear lady,"
I never take my eyes away from hers. It's the only way I can hypnotize her. She bows and smiles timidly, "Sire,"
I offer her my arm, "Won't you come with me?"
She dumbly takes it, her eyes never dropping from my own. We walk down the stone path quite a ways until we reach a carriage. I help her in and tell then man, "Rochshire Estate."
He drives as I hold the woman close.
Once we reach the estate I pay the man decently and carry the woman indoors. I make our way to my chambers in which I lay with her. She kisses me, hypnotized by my beauty and all that I am. My kisses trail from her lips, along her jaw line, and to the hollow of her throat. I rub my lips over and over the spot, finding the major source of blood flow. I open my mouth and let my fangs sink into the delicate flesh.
I drink, taking in deep drags at a time, being the blood thirsty monster that I am. The woman is over come with pleasure and holds my head close to her throat. She then faints from loss of blood as they all do.
I retract my fangs and hold my fingers over the two small puncture marks. In the morning she'll feel light-headed, whoozy, but she won't remember a thing about tonight, or about me. The only thing that she'll have is two small puncture wounds on the side of her neck.
I get dressed slowly and put her clothes on her. I then carry her off to Damien and I had her off to him. He looks at her delicate face with awe, as if she were a creature more magnificent than he could ever dream of. He places her in his carriage and takes the riegns of the horses and rushes into town.
You see, Damien is fully aware of all that I am, for I am what he wishes to become. Damien is a patrolling medic for the local hospital in some ways to say. He rolls about his carriage all night, throughout the town and country side, looking for fallen men or women in which have been victims of those like me. Damien wishes to become like me, but I feel as though that would be a great risk for him, considering his position. He is young, seventeen, and has a permently injured leg in which causes him to walk with a slight limp. Many look about him as a refuted creature in which is dispised, but not I. I accept him for I know what pain he goes through.
As for me, my name is Icabod Harrison and I, my friend, am a vampire.