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Immortal Love (Michael Vampire)

He's been following me for days now.

I first saw him at a party; it seemed as though everywhere I looked, he was all I'd see.

I don't even know his name. I never spoke to him once. He kept his eyes on me throughout the night though.

Then I noticed the next day that I occasionally saw him when I was walking through town.

I'd turn a corner and he'd be there, always keeping his distance. I'd walk into a store, and he'd be standing in the back.

I saw him again several times the day after that too, and the day after that, and the day after that.

He never came close though. Never approached me. Never attempted to reach out. Never attempted to talk to me. Just watching.

Something about him scared me, but something else made me want to approach him, made me want to learn more about him.

But now I'm solely afraid.

I took a walk through the woods behind my house, hoping to clear my head. Somewhere I took a wrong turn, and now I'm lost.

I tucked a piece of my long black hair behind my ear, keeping it out of the way of my greyish-blue eyes.

Being lost in the woods was terrifying enough, but the thought that the man was likely following me made it all the worse.

Was this what he had hoped for? Was I to be murdered tonight, left to be eaten by whatever animals found my corpse?

I walked for several minutes before I finally saw him. The man. The one who's been following me.

The one who would surely kill me.

It was just a glimpse from several yards away, but it was him. I know it was. Who else would it be?

I started walking faster, and found that the quicker I walked, the more I would see him. Always watching.

I soon broke into a full on sprint. I was no longer terribly concerned with getting home; my focus was centered on survival.

After only a couple minutes of running, he was suddenly standing just a few feet in front of me.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my short, petite figure nearly colliding with his tall, muscular frame.

He had his back to me, standing completely still, almost as though he were a sort of statue perhaps.

I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to ask who he was, why has he been following me.

But I did none of those things. I remained frozen in fear. Part of me was terrified he would turn around, but another part of me wanted him to.

He turned around finally face me, now less than 12 inches between us. Still neither of us said a word.

What was he going to do? Why was he doing this? Why me? Oh God, why ME?! What have I done to deserve this psychological torture?!

He smiled then, sending an icy chill of fear down my spine and through my veins. Now I could see him clearly, which frightened me more.

His eyes were red. Not bloodshot red, either. Red was simply the color of his eyes.

And as soon as I gazed into them, my fear went away. I was nothing more than intrigued by this strange being; I was sure now he couldn't be human.

I watched him carefully, waiting for him to make another move, and just like that, he did.

Giving me no time to react, he grabbed me and sunk his teeth- no- his fangs into my neck, immediately drawing blood.

I cried out in pain, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. He maintained his grip as he drained me.

Soon enough he had robbed me of enough blood that I fell weak, making him support my weight as the world faded to black.

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I woke up with a startle, sitting upright in my bed as I struggled to catch my breath and surveyed my surroundings.

I was home. I was truly home in my own bed. The man, all of it must've been a nightmare.

Of course, what else could it be? A sadistic creature just couldn't be real. What a vivid nightmare.

I got out of my bed and stepped into my bathroom. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, finding my eyes seemed darker now.

My reflection didn't last long though, it quickly faded from the mirror. Was I still dreaming? A dream within a dream?

Strange, of course, but not impossible.

I stepped back into my room, looking out the glass door that led to my balcony, gazing out at the night.

A moment later there was a hand on my back. I could sense immediately I was in no danger, so I stayed calm.

"Are you ready to enter my world, Evelina?" the man's voice asked me, as he stepped beside me.

He didn't look at me, and I didn't look up at him. We both kept our eyes on the outside.

"Can't I know your name?" I asked. "Michael." he replied flatly. "And what are you-"

I caught myself on the incorrect wording and blushed before correcting it, "What are we Michael?"

He let out a chuckle as he now turned to face me, pulling on my arm gently so I would do the same.

"My darling, we're Vampires."