The Tale of a Vampire

Prologue

I am a fan of vampires; not the vampires who seem to dance throughout the minds of most teenage girls nowadays or the "new age" vampires but the old vampires that were seductive and exotic yet bloody thirsty and cruel. Looking at a bunch of vampire stories on wattpad I've noticed that they are all practically the same romance teen dramas. So I've written a story that will hopefully depict the old vampires and not drift away and become "just another vampire story".

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 "I'm not sure if I should call you stupid or brave." She said, her voice soft yet holding a certain sense of disapproval. Pale fingers unlatched a window's lock.

The crisp autumn wind cut through the stale air that reeked throughout the room bringing with it the chilling cold of the night. The moonlight washed over her radiating white skin resembling the flawless smooth marble that she seemed to be carved from. Her dark brunette tresses faltered with the wind in small waves. 

She glanced at him with darkened yet shining violet eyes.

"I'm pretty sure that I am both." Said he, flattering her with his expression. She let out a laugh that echoed off of the empty walls and slipped into the night, shaking the glass crystals that hung from the chandelier, their sharp ring mixing with her voice. He jumped in the air and regretted it instantly. The woman's laughter died out leaving the sharp crystal noise to sound out alone.

"Do I truly nerve you that much?" she asked with a slight cock of her head in his direction. The boy shook his head, short auburn curls flailing from left to right about his face. 

"Never. I have absolutely no reason to be. If you wanted me dead and gone you would have done it before I even made it to you porch." but it seemed the lie of a frightened fool, more as him trying to convince himself than, and he clenched his fists together at his sides.

Suddenly candles roared to life on seemingly their own accord. The boy seemed amazed by this and stared at the small flames in a dazed manner as if they hypnotized him with their light like a newborn vampire.

"You are such a horrid liar. I thought I was but I am happy to meet someone worse than I." She shot out. 

The boy was shocked but this was replaced quickly with shame and embarrassment. 

Shadows danced along the peeling wallpaper in time with the flames, the woman turned away from the outside and sat down in her armchair, the material molding to her form as she fell against it. The dark wood lining it was newly polished with the light reflecting wonderfully off of it with the claws of a beast making up its feet.

This seemed to be the only thing in the room that held such luxury though, the other items about the room being covered in a thick layer of dust with old ivory bones clattering in the corner and cobwebs so old that the spiders had long since abandoned them. Formerly dashing paintings lay on the rooting wooden floors, the faces in the paintings having been disfigured with claw marks and dried blood.

The young man cautiously allowed his eyes to wonder over the being seated before him. Thin eyebrows settled over almond shaped eyes that sheltered unforgiving sorrows; a Victorian styled dress clothed her body holding the fashion of a former time long passed while a gold locket hung around her neck which she fumbled with between slender fingers. 

A small clocked ticked away the passing seconds from the nearby table. She picked it up and the man couldn't help but notice the shining sharp nails that clung to these fingers and reminded him remarkably of glass. 

"Forgive me. I don't usually have visitors so excuse me if I seem awkward." She remarked off handedly. 

"It's fine. I find it to be comforting actually. I can be awkward myself. Or so I've been told." This earned him a small smile from the woman.