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Loss

vampire au

Immortality. To some it's a dream come true, never having to age or die like everyone else. You're special, unique even.

Yet there are details that are overlooked. Many focus on the whole 'living forever' idea in a bright light, not thinking about it in the dark. I have lived for one hundred and three years, five months and two days, not that I'm counting.

In all my years I've dealt with the loss of everyone I've ever loved, seen more death than I imagined I'd witness in my lifetime; half of them were of my responsibility, again something I never thought would happen. Me, a mass murder, an immortal, a vampire.

I was considered lucky at the time, considered remarkable to be alive after the whole incident. If only they knew what I witnessed, what I saw happen to those around me but it claimed to have seen something in me. It wanted me alive and kept me that way, if only I'd been told it'd be eternal.

Sometimes it's better to not think about everyone, to reminisce on their screams or cries their calls for forgiveness or mercy. Instead the faces blur together, who they were didn't matter as it was only one element I cared about; their blood.

There's something about human blood. It's the way it seeps out of their flesh, how delicate it can be when you puncture it. How the warmth flows into your mouth once you get over the lingering metalic sense it's pleasurable, addictive. It's a constant battle with yourself for mortality, the self control you crave over temptation. 

Except there was something else about her. When I first saw her my instincts didn't demand me to drain her, they remained hesitant as she passed by in the darkness. She was consumed by it, in her own world of purity.

Letting her pass was a mistake, but that glimpse of humanity in me watched her walk away as tears fell down her face. She lingered on my mind for weeks, that didn't stop me killing though. Everyone in life is victim of some sorts, those that I drained were victims of my own demise because of her, she was the one I wanted and these were my distraction. I couldn't let it happen again, I couldn't risk getting that close.

The next time I saw her dawn was closing in, I had a small chance to obtain her. If only I'd been so lucky. A guy taller than both us of held his arm around her, I was in no mood to fight for this girl so I let her pass, my waiting game continued. Following that occasion I'd learnt her routine, when she went out of a day, the times she would go partying or drinking and found this to be the ideal time, my intentions were still unclear but all I knew is I needed her for a while. 

My methods had been perfected throughout my years to ensure a smooth procedure, when I was calm things would go differently, they'd be quick and as painless as I tried. Whereas when I was angered, pain and swiftness didn't apply. She was walking past a restaurant, her head low and wiping her eyes again making me curious.  I followed her from afar, watching how she walked, whether she stumbled at any point or paused to grab her phone, yet she seemed aware, more aware than others had been. 

Her stride became quicker and I could hear her pants, the adrenaline surging through her with fear as I was just getting started. Sometimes I liked to play, mess with them before they even know I'm here, yet seeing her anxious, afraid of the dark sickened me for some reason. Moving her hair out of her face she turned around, looking in my direction for the first time. I kept my eyes trained on her as I took in her features, being clearer than ever in this orange spotlight she stood beneath. 

Taking slow steps I crept out of her view, stealth was something I learnt as opposed to being taught. Creeping up behind her as she held her phone to her ear I tapped her shoulder ever so lightly so she flinched causing her heart beat to accelerate. Backing away into the shadows she looked around frantically, confused, scared, but also curious. 

"Who's there?" She yelled out into the street, trying to keep the trembles in her voice back with little luck. 

I remained hidden until she felt more at ease, bringing her phone back to her ear I could hear the endless ringing and the voicemail message, a sigh escaped her lips as she placed her phone back into her pocket, moving away from the spotlight to be consumed again by the night. Quickening my pace so I didn't risk missing the opportunity I wandered from street lamp to a pitch black world, alternating between the two causing them to blur as I focused on my goal. 

The actual interaction lasted no more than a minute. Firstly, comfort her within ten seconds, make her smile before kissing her cheek, paralysing her. Secondly knock her head against the wall with just the right amount of force and angle to make her unconscious but not enough to cause permanent damage. Thirdly take a taste, be agile when doing this followed by usually leaving them to wake up, forgetting the whole thing and assuming it was some drunken mistake they made. At this point I'd walk away from their body as they lie still on the ground, sprawled out with their blood drying around their neck but like I said, she was different. 

Her blood had this lingering taste, one that wouldn't be easily swallowed or digested like others, unlike everyone else. It felt like fire was burning my throat, clinging to every fibre inside of me, my eyes watered as I held back a scream. I'd dealt with more pain than any mortal would, but this was like no other, I had no choice but to bring her with me. 

That's when things began to get a bit difficult.