Secret Vampire

Chapter 11

Eliza Garcia

The fresh air hits my face as I push open the doors of my balcony and the next second, I'm wandering the streets of Spain.

I can't think straight, Luca has invaded my thoughts.

There aren't many people around at this time but there's a couple of early-birds scattered here and there.

I spy my target, further down the road. A blonde woman who looks around 40 and must be 5"4, is walking towards me. As she gets closer, I start biting my fingernails and walking warily- making it seem like I'm anxious, turning my head frantically, from left to right.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" The woman asks me. That was easy.

"Um... actually, some guy has been following me for the past hour and he won't go away. Please get me out of here." Damn, I was born for Hollywood.

"Of course, honey. My apartments only 5 minutes from here. We'll go there." Naive bitch. I kinda feel sorry for doing this but it's their fault for not seeing through my act or even having just the smallest amount of common sense.

"Thank you so much."

We make it to her apartment and as soon as she closes the door, I use my speed and strength to trap her against the door.

"Do you have any family? Anyone who cares about you?" I look deep into her eyes, her pupils dilating a little, compelling her. I may be a vicious monster but I'm not gonna kill a woman who has kids or something, not unless she really deserves it or someone pisses me off. I am going to kill her if she says no, though.

"No. My husband just filed for a divorce and my parents are dead. I've got no friends or children." That's really sad but it's too bad that I'm not in a pitiful mood today and my stomach is grumbling.

"So no one is going to miss you?" I double check that she's the loner I made her out to be and that her death isn't going to affect anyone. And don't give me any of that "every life matters" or "everyone makes a difference" crap.

"No." And with that last reassurance, I rip into her carotid artery and I show no mercy. Within seconds, her body falls limp and she falls to the ground. She wasn't much of a fighter which does not satisfy me. I like it when they run or plead- it's so much more fun to chase them or assure them that they're going to live just to kill them anyway. Psycho much? Definitely.

Making it look like a suicide because the last thing I need right now is police chasing after me, though that would be quite fun?, I get a pair of scissors form her kitchen, wipe a bit of her blood on them and place them into her neck, perfectly fitting the teeth marks I left behind. It's believable enough- she woke up today feeling extra sad and everything just hit her all at once so she grabbed the first thing in sight, being the scissors, and forced them into her neck. Poor soul.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind me using her mirror. Admiring the reflection of myself, I lick the remaining blood off my lips and tidy myself up, making myself presentable and not like I just drained someone of all their blood then made it look like they killed themselves.

Unfortunately, now I have to go back home. It's 8am now, fuck me the time went fast, not fast enough though, I've still got the whole day ahead of me.

I decide to have a bit of me time and walk back home, enjoying the fresh, early-morning breeze cooling my face. I wonder what Artem is doing right now. Probably figuring out a way to get back to me and I really hope he is.

When I'm approximately 5 minutes away from the house, I speed to my bedroom, through the balcony doors and flop on my bed.

I've killed many people and I never feel sorrow or sadness or emptiness or anything normal when someone takes a human life away, I just get on with my life, I don't feel guilt or remorse for them. Say what you want about that but I'm quite glad, I don't want to feel sad or any of those emotions, for the simple fact that no one does.