R E B I R T H [COMPLETED]

NINE: Room 13

The apartment he was staying in was quiet. We entered, only to be entertained by the apartment receptionist with a smile. We smiled back, and slowly climbed the stairs.

I was planning to kill him in the steps, but my strength and my nerves weren't as ready as I can be in a small motel bedroom, where we went inside in a room numbered with "13". 

His room is filled with beautiful leather couches, and vintage wallpapers. And it wasn't as small as I think it could be. He took his jacket off and sat down in one of the couches near a window.

" Wow." I remarked with an impressive look on my face. "I like your room."

He smiled and laughed a little. "What'd you think?" He asked. "Is it a nice place where we can just,..get hot."

"Well,..I can get use of a place where we can get ourselves even hotter." I laughed and responded.

I entered his bedroom and he followed me.

Killing a man in his bedroom while having sex with him may not be as different to most situations that every vampire will do. But inside in his bedroom, where there are many huge guns and sharp weapons ready to terminate a vampire's kill action already shocked me. It excites me to bury my sharp fangs deep into his veins. Tasting his vengeful blood. He was already vengeful to what happened since 1985.

I pushed him in the bed, already in his unbuttoned shirt, and laying there he stared at me with enticement.

I gave him a kiss, and the rest is history.

We motioned into sexual acts. Licking, and biting, and kissing, and pinching, until I got control over his neck.

Mercilessly, I gripped and every time my hands tightened around his neck, he would choke down his words. His words like "yeah", "slut", and "baby". His moans were so loud that neighboring rooms can hear.

This time, I know that the pleasure is about to end. He is already gasping for air. He tried to pull my hair to stop me from choking him, but I got even stronger. More aggressive. Ready to slash his throat.

He already knew that I was going to kill him.

He is about to get a gun from the bedside table but before he can shoot me, I  opened my mouth as wide as I can, and with speed, I dug my fangs into his neck.

He felt weak and drained, dropping the gun from his hand to the blood soaked carpet. He wasn't screaming in pain, but was paralyzed that he can't move every time I suck his blood.
I finished him off, picking up the gun from the carpet, and shot him in the head.

I've killed a man who was trying to hunt me for years, and now he is dead, bloody and naked in his bed.

I dressed up as quickly as I can, and hurried to the living room.

Knock! Knock!

I dropped down my cigarette as I heard someone knocking the door. I wore my leather jacket on, and stepped towards the door's eyehole. I peeped through the eyehole and whom I saw surprised me. Jeremy Wilson from Libertine High just knocked the door. And he's in the motel.

He impatiently knocked again. "Greg! It's me, Jeremy!" He louden his voice. "Open the damn door, will you?!"

I didn't answer. Confused and speechless, I stepped back, as Jeremy louden his voice again. What if he will see Greg's dead body, soaked in blood? What if he sees me? What will he think?

I realized that the door knob wasn't locked, and as I was about to hurry for it, it twisted, and came the door open, with Jeremy already entering.