Demon Vampire

Chapter 1

Demon vampire

(c) 2009 Jessica Minor 

                                                        Dedication-

                                      This story is written for my brother, and his awesome wife Josh and Adrianne marsh. I could not have asked for a better brother or friend. I love you so much it is immortal.

Romero stood across from the  diner, paying close attention. He knew  to be precise with his timing,it was getting harder to find a decent meal .The vampire waited for the customers to leave the restaurant. A patient one, years of practice would do that to you. He did not mind waiting for  food . Unlike like the twisted or deranged ones of his kind,He didn't torment or play with his food.  It was senseless.

If you aren't going to turn the creature you are feeding from,  then have the decency to be quick about it. He was disgusted by some of the others he had known in his past. Romero was just over three hundred and fifty years old. In that time he had known more than a few twisted and truly wicked vampires, a few ghouls as well as a couple other supernatural creatures. He wasn't mister social, but you run into them from time to time.

He remembered Marrow; he used to torture a human, scaring them half out of their minds before he would drain them. It made Romero  sick. If he was not going to turn them, he would at least have the decency to be quick about it. He would drain them the instant he got to them. He did not mess with them, giving them false hope that the poor thing might survive. Marrow would play with the human for days, giving them a good run of torture. It was undignified to him.

He may kill humans for food, but he never over indulged, he never tormented the human. He may have been the only vampire with morals, but he did not give a damn. Romero needed to be okay with it. He shifted his attention back to the diner. He watched the people working to close up the restaurant. He watched to see the lights go out. He watched the young waitresses leave for the night. He waited until he saw the cook, Dylan. He was a stocky looking fellow with light features, putting you in mind of Swedish or Norwegian heritage. He had done nothing to the vampire.

He had not been singled out for any reason besides the wrong place and the wrong time. He had always worked the night shift. This would be the last night he would need to worry about simple things like working late. Tonight his fate would change, forever.

Just before Romero was in position to strike, he was interrupted. He turned in a circle at the speed of light. Standing behind him, Syluss grinned at him. While his attention was turned to the scavenger demon, his food had gotten away. His eyes turned neon orange with rage. He turned to Syluss.

"You just cost me my meal for the night. It had better be important. "He glared at the demon.

Syluss had not been sure about this. His intention was not to cost the vampire his dinner. He smiled at the vampire. He waited for what seemed too long to answer.

"It was not my intention to let your meal go, I am sorry." Syluss replied with the compassion of a steel door.

"As if you give a damn." He glared at the demon, wondering if the legends were true, that drinking demon blood was worse than human cocaine by a long shot. A vampire has to remember everything is intensified. That was the hard part, remembering that even being un-dead you had to watch what you had to eat.

"Now put away the fangs, dude. " Syluss asked him as calm as possible.

"What do you want you underworld sewer rat?" Romero snapped at him with fury.

"I need a favor." He asked bluntly.

"What? Are you kidding me? What the hell makes you think I would do anything for you?" Romero spoke with rage in his eyes.

"Please, I'm past desperate." Syluss asked him, batting his eyelashes like a woman.

"Why do I know I will regret this?" he replied to the demon.

 He shook his head in frustration. He could not believe that he would even consider helping this poor excuse for a creature. He waited for a moment.

"What do you need from me?" Romero asked him reluctantly.

"I wish to possess one of your...meals." Syluss finally told him.

to my readers;

    please let me know if these are good characters. I would love feedback of any kind. this is a story written several years ago and I'm trying to fix a little at a time.