Bloody Involvements

Chapter 1:

Funny thing about being the very last full blood vampyre is that you suddenly become a target for half bloods and humans alike.




I hope I am not the last, I- Sery, the full blooded 21st century vampyre- do not wish to have millions begging, hunting, and trying so hard to trap me.




These thoughts seem to drown me as I sweep across the Egyptian desert. I am headed toward my mother and father- to Rome. Although I was not born there (originally from a small quiet town in...Believe it or not- Indiana). My parents however, do love to travel often to Rome. It may take me less then an hour if I wish to switch to hyper accelerated mode, but I only use my great speed in the desert. Once reaching a town I slow down- I am in no rush, at least.... Not yet.




As I wander the busy streets of this small town I stop to listen. I stretch my sense of hearing...and come to the realization that this town isn't far from the Nile or Cairo.




Glancing at all the food, clothing, and numerous other goods it seemed to me this town is still used as a trade market. Slowly, I let my senses wander, searching for any immediate danger...I sense none and continue along my way.




I looked around trying to find some place to stay, seeing as they were all homes I knew I either had to risk staying the night with a stranger or head to Cairo...But Cairo would take me a little ways out of my way to Rome.




So, I decided to ask a woman off to my left a little.




She appeared to be selling food- fruit to be exact and she had to be no more then twenty to twenty three years of age with long waves of brown locks and brilliant hazel eyes.




The minute I approached, she shyly raised her head and said "Would you like to buy some fruit...?" in that strange accent the people of Egypt carry, but with an undertone of English.




I, of course, accept the offer and bought an orange. I gave her more money than the orange was worth, more money by far.




Her eyes grew wide. "M-ma'am this is much more money than the orange is priced at."




I gaze into her brown eyes, adding no pressure and say, "I know it's for you, I have a favor to ask of you."




"Oh, anything for one as kind as you ma'am," she said quietly.




"May I stay at your house for the night...I have no place of shelter here," I explained softly.




"Oh I'd be happy to have your company as soon as I finish work," she smiled.




"I shall wait for you then," I say. "By chance what is your name?"




"Alleeah," she answers, "Please have a seat if you wish to wait." She gestures to the small stool beside her stand.




"Thank you, my name is Sery," I say taking a seat.




I don't often give out my real name but Alleeah seems to be honest and it is, as if I know her already.




"But if you please, do not disturb me until you finish I wish to meditate and relax."




Alleeah nods with understanding and turns back to selling her fruit.




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As I relax I begin to think...




About blood.




It is true I do need blood to live, survive. But I do not need to kill. More often I kill my victims due to lack of control, but I try very hard not to drain my victims completely. As I think about blood I realize I don't need to refill since I fed just yesterday night, before entering the desert.




My thoughts switch- Who is Alleeah? She, already, brings a happy light, glow to my being. One feeling that is rare.




I push it aside for now intending to find out more about her later. Again, my thoughts change.




They switch to myself.




How I've done very little dream walking lately, how I spend such little time with my family for being a twenty-two year old vampyre. In reality I am about eighteen to twenty-one in human years of age and I am done growing.




I have been for over eighteen years; meaning I reached my maximum growth at the fourth year of my existence. We vampyres grow fast- very.




Not only that, but I have had very few lovers, none real serious. Only up to two.




The first found out what I really was and drove himself mad trying to get me to change him- he now lives his days away at a mental asylum.




And the second knew I was different and attempted to murder me after some point- he never succeeded. It was he who now rots in the ground for eternity...




I sigh, opening my eyes, gazing up at the sky and I see that it is roughly dusk. Turning, I see Alleeah closing up her stand, she turns to wake me of my meditation and jumps back, startled I'm awake.




I laugh and ask, "Shall we retire to your home?"




She smiles, when I know she should be afraid, even though she is not. "Of course."




Standing, I help her carry some fruit to her decent-sized hut just outside of the market square.




We step inside, but something is off.




Not as it should be.




I let my senses rome free. Someone is in her home, not someone she knows, they have no smell of her on them.