Victor the Vampire - Book One

Chapter 1 - Sian - First time

The city was a labyrinth of narrow alleys and hidden gardens, a place where the night seemed to have a life of its own. It was here, under the veil of darkness, that Victor, a vampire of ancient lineage, moved through the shadows with a grace that belied his predatory nature. His eyes, a deep crimson, glowed faintly in the moonlight, and his presence was a cold whisper against the skin. 

It was late, and Sian stood in the small garden behind her house, taking a moment for herself. The night was cool, and the distant hum of the city created a comforting backdrop. Her husband had already gone to bed, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the solace of a cigarette. 

Sian is a woman in her early 30s with an unmistakable presence. Her black shoulder length hair, frames her face with an effortless, casual elegance. Her features are not classically beautiful but possess a unique charm that draws people in. Her skin has a natural, warm tone, slightly flushed from her love of life and indulgences. Sian's figure is soft and curvaceous, adding to her warm and approachable demeanour. She carries herself with confidence and a no-nonsense attitude that makes her stand out in any crowd. Her style is practical yet stylish, favouring comfortable. 

A heavy smoker, Sian often has a cigarette between her fingers, the habit adding to her rugged, spirited demeanour. The scent of smoke clings to her, mingling with a hint of perfume she wears out of habit. Her eyes, often narrowed in determination or widened in laughter, reveal a fiery spirit and a readiness to take on any challenge. Sian's husband married her for her feisty personality, finding her energy and boldness irresistible. She has a quick wit and a sharp tongue, unafraid to speak her mind and stand up for herself and those she cares about. Despite her tough exterior, Sian has a deep well of loyalty and affection for her loved ones, showing a softer side to those who truly know her. 

She wore a loose-fitting nightshirt that fluttered gently in the evening breeze, the fabric soft and worn from years of use. It fell just above her knees, revealing pale, bare legs that contrasted with the dark shadows around her.

She took a deep drag on her cigarette, the smoke curling around her as she exhaled. The garden was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape the demands of the day and find a moment of peace. Victor watched her from the shadows, his predatory instincts honed to perfection. He moved closer, his steps silent on the damp grass. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, and he could hear the steady rhythm of her heart. As he stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight, Sian turned, sensing his presence. "Who's there?" she called, her voice steady despite the sudden tension. Victor emerged from the shadows; his crimson eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat. "I apologize for the intrusion," he said, his voice smooth and disarming. "I didn't mean to startle you." Sian's grip on her cigarette tightened, her eyes narrowing. "What the fuck are you doing in my garden?" Victor took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her. "I was just passing by and noticed you were alone. It's not safe to be out here at this hour." Sian took a step back, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Leave now or I will call my husband!" Before Sian had a chance to respond, Victor moved closer, his movements fluid and graceful. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" he remarked, glancing up at the starless sky. "There's something almost magical about the stillness." Victor gazed into Sian's eyes, she found his eyes almost hypnotic, giving her a feeling of safety, forgetting her perilous situation. If only she knew Victor's true nature. 

Sian took another long drag of her cigarette, the smoke drifting between them. Sian looked at him, feeling an odd sense of comfort. "Who are you?" Victor remained silent, just gazing into Sian's eyes. A mix of emotions washed over her. Initially, she felt a surge of frustration, the silence amplifying her confusion and fear. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest, as the weight of the unknown pressed down on her. She felt vulnerable and exposed. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, but Victor's enigmatic silence only deepened her sense of unease. The silence felt oppressive, as if it was wrapping around her, squeezing her heart and muddling her thoughts. Her eyes, deep and expressive, narrowed slightly in concentration as she took another long drag. Her full lips pursed around the cigarette, drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs. Her chest rose as she inhaled, holding her breath for a few seconds. The end of the cigarette glowed brightly, a small ember against the backdrop of her warm, slightly flushed skin. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes closed for a brief second, savouring the moment. The smoke escaped her lips in a slow, deliberate exhale, curling around her face in delicate, wispy tendrils. Her curvaceous figure, shifted subtly as she leaned back, the cigarette now held loosely between her fingers.