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"Mmmm." I moaned feeling the rich blood from her lifeless body dangling between my legs. "Finally the filling of fullness blankets over me, making me feel warm and tingly. She had been young, blonde, with clear ocean eyes and a sweet smile. A smile that lured me in and made me hungry in my imperfect desire for her. A desire that left her dead and me filled with her life. "Off." I said pushing her body down to the floor of her bedroom. I leaned back running my hands through my chestnut hair, feeling the cracks of her vanity mirror behind my head. I licked my lips, now noticing a line of blood had trailed from my mouth chin down between my breasts. "Oops." I said using my finger to gather up every drop. Blood was never to be wasted. Carefully I got off the vanity, my naked body vibrating from her passionate touches and kisses, only to be crowned with her rich nectar that still lingered on my tongue. "Forgive me dear one." I said picking her up and placing her naked body onto her bed. "You were delicious." I said into her ear. From what I had gathered she didn't have anyone, she was lonely, depressed, wanted death. I felt like maybe I did her a a favor. I saw an old photograph beside her bed, the gold frame was cracked and the image worn as I saw her there with what looked like a family. "You're with them now." I said smiling. It helped me justify taking life to sustain my own. I had fought with it for many years since my rebirth into darkness. Only now had I begun to finally live with it, on my own terms of course. Rarely did I kill innocent people, only those too sick to live those who had become an enemy.
I pulled the blankets up over her body. The help would find her soon. I dressed into my mid day frock, washing my face in a basin filled with warm water before heading out the back door into the night of the city. The crickets chirped as my small heels clicked along the cobblestone walkways through the dark alleyways of old London. Carriages passed by, the horses thinking to stop twice and look at me. They could sense what I was. I kept my hood up and head down, my dark blue cape floating behind me as I tried to keep it close. I was a traveler. Most children of the night travel, roaming the ancient lands in search of one another. Not me, I was a loner, I felt fine knowing that I was on my own in strange place. It almost felt like a challenge with every new town I came across. I came into London only about a month ago. I befriended a kind older lady looking for a book keeper in her library filled with old books and novellas, most of which I've all read. In return for my service she's allowed me to stay with her above the store, a little room with a cot of my own. It wasn't much, and to be honest I didn't need too much anyways. I hadn't grown up rich, just a daughter of a peddler and milk maid, two younger brothers that died in childbirth and a family cottage that had been in my family for centuries.
Slowly I unlocked the door and went up to my room. I could hear the snores of the old lady in the room next to me, she smoked her Cuban cigars so her lungs weren't in the best shape. I could smell death on her, she didn't have long. I decided to stay until she passed. "Hello little one." I said as I came into my room and talked to the tiny rose bud on my window sill. One thing I loved doing was planting and flowers. Since I was a creature who took life, I figured why not bring life back as a hobby. I kissed the bud and watered it, this beauty was named Ruby. I always named my plants, they were the ones I talked to the most, they knew all my secrets. I always kept them apart of me as well. Right before they died I would take a single petal and place it in my leather bound journal that I had kept with me all these years since my birth as a daughter of darkness. I undressed, sitting on my bed as I pulled the journal out from under my feather filled pillow. The initials R.D were engraved in the dark brown leather on the front. My fathers name. Rodger Dawson. I remember it was the only thing I took when I had awoke and told to come with my new master.
