Dark Stranger

An Introduction

Hello Lovely Readers, welcome to my new Vampire story. 

Chapter 1

My name is Zass and I guess it's fair to say, most people don't know me very well. 

I have a few select friends in this City.  Some know about me, and know I'll kill them in a heartbeat if they reveal my true nature to anyone not in my circle of trust.  Some are like me and some are people I keep in places to help me out, either in my work life, or because of my pesky lifestyle issues.  What are they you might ask?  I'm a Vampire.

Yes, you heard me correctly, I'm a Vampire.  I need blood to survive.  Sunlight is extremely bad for my complexion and although there are some myths that are total bullshit, like garlic and crosses, you really don't want to piss me off.  I do have a really glorious set of fangs.  My canine teeth elongate and descend when I'm hungry, aroused or seriously pissed off.  Oh, and my eyes change too. 

Describe myself?  I look like I'm in my early twenties, I'm 5'10" tall, a brunette with a very stylish do thank you, brown eyes and luscious lips.  I'm slim built but extremely strong, which comes in handy when I'm on a case.  My one curse?  My bloody dimples.  My best friend Misha thinks they're adorable, but they can be a real pain in my ass when I'm trying to be intimidating without revealing myself to humans.  Good thing another myth about us is true.  I can make people forget they ever met me.  It's like hypnotism or if you will, Vampire wiles.  I prefer to think of it as a bonus and it's one of the times my eyes change colour, from brown to ice blue.  The other times?  See before when I mentioned my fangs.

There had to be some serious bonuses with the loss of so many great things when I became a Vampire.  No more food, and that really sucks because I had aspirations of being a Chef.   Not that my family would have been able to encourage that.  But that's in the past now. I can tolerate a decent glass of wine, but solid food that's out.  The sun, rising and setting, that's out.  Breakfast meetings.  Lunch dates.  Legitimate identification.  Hooray for the black market I.D. industry! 

Flying on aeroplanes too, because ever since that became a thing I've always wanted to go.  But sleeping during daylight hours would be a serious issue, I mean fatal.  I pretty much look like you'd expect when I sleep, a corpse.  Granted a very pretty corpse, but a corpse none the less.  Because unlike most bodies that are alive, corpses don't move.  I've come close to being buried again on more than one occasion because of that very problem.

I have a Penthouse apartment that I've had remodelled to suit my exacting requirements.  High tech blackout film on all the windows, plus serious black out curtains.   A private entrance with no cameras, in case of prying eyes.  I also have a few select safe houses scattered around the city in case I get caught out in daylight.  If I know I'm going to be cutting it close, I can cover up with clothing.  Modern sun screen is extraordinary and while it might not stave off the sun forever, I have narrowly escaped certain final death by using it.  

The other bonuses?  Strength, agility, speed, lightning fast reflexes, stamina like you wouldn't believe, almost instantaneous healing, heightened senses, and I can smell a drop of blood a mile away.  I'm like a shark swimming through different layers of humanity while I ply my trade.

A P.I.?  You might scoff at the idea, but I've lived long enough to appreciate the different humans that enter my sphere even if only for a short time.  I used to be a ravening killer.  I'd suck you dry before you even blinked, but now I try to satisfy my more aesthetic urges when I take blood from the source.  They either have to be a killer like me, or a totally killer babe. 

Gender isn't something I worry about.  If I see someone cute, I'll make a move, unless they are already taken.  That's a rule.  Never being the other man.  Did it once without knowing and I'm never putting myself or anyone else in that position ever again.  It's caused me nothing but trouble.  That and a recurring problem.  Her name's Lynx.  More about her later.