When Night Comes

1. Intro

My name is Natalie, and I'm a vampire.

Not a sparkly, angst ridden Twilight vampire.

I was incredibly strong, agile, and had several unique abilities, some taught to me by my maker... others, well... you'll find out.

I wasn't ancient though. I was born in 1990, and turned when I was only 23.

So, I'd only been immortal for roughly 5 years...

My maker's name is Thomas, and he actually is ancient, somewhere around 500 years old, at least that's what he had told me.
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I tucked my long, dark red hair behind my ears, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my black leather moto jacket as I walked down the snow covered sidewalk. It was cold, but that wasn't what bothered me.

I hadn't fed in weeks, maybe months. If I didn't find someone to drain or at the very least feed on, then my carnal need for blood was going to kick in. And I would end up killing someone.

Was it possible to feed on someone's blood and not kill them? Absolutely, but I didn't trust myself to stop. The hunger always won in the end...

I stopped in my tracks, holding my breath as a younger man with messy dark brown hair slowly walked towards me.

I could smell him.

I licked my lips in anticipation of how delicious his blood might taste, how rich and... warm... filling...

"If I let you feed will you promise not to hurt someone else?" I abruptly stopped in my tracks, taking a deep breath in as I looked up to see the man now standing inches away from my face "I know exactly what you are. Let's just step into the alley and get it over with." His voice was tired, his shoulders slumped in defeat as I nodded and followed him into the dark alleyway.

"You don't have to do that..." He hesitated, his hand still shakily gripping onto the zipper of his coat which he'd managed to get about halfway down. I grabbed hold of his hands, biting the inside of my lip at how warm he was compared to me "What's your name?"

"John." He swallowed, hard, his eyes darting back and forth, refusing to look directly at me. How much did he know about what I really was? About what I could do...

"John. Look at me." I let go of his hands, moving mine up to his neck and turning his head until our gaze locked. I could feel his pulse against my palm, rapid, nervous...

His eyes were hazel colored, with a little bit of green dotted randomly across his right eye... a stark contrast to my cold, stormy greys.

He was terrified of me?

No longer were his eyes full of sadness, full of a willingness to let me feed.

But I'm starving, and if I don't at least get a small taste of him I may actually end up killing... someone else.

"I want you to tell me why you were so sad a few minutes ago." I concentrated, my fingers softly teasing at the back of his neck, and his body language relaxed, but just barely "John..." This was one of my special skills, being able to comfort someone with just a touch. My maker had taught me, he was... that was a story for another time.

"She cheated on me..." I couldn't help the way my hand tensed up on the back of his neck, flashes of my life before I was turned, but I let him continue to speak "I loved her. I was ready to ask her to marry me... And she cheated on me. So I don't care what happens to me tonight. Yeah I'm really, really scared right now but..." His words caught in his throat when I pressed my lips against his, briefly, testing to see that he really was telling the truth, and then I began to pull from his mind, flashes of seeing his girlfriend with the other man... tears being wiped away as he left his apartment. Another one of the skills I'd picked up from my maker...

John never tried to pull away, but his hands moved up to the back of my head, entangling themselves in my long hair, and lightly tugging on the ends as our kiss deepened... his waist pressed roughly against mine... his own carnal desires more than obvious.

I only began to pull away when I felt the familiar pang of hunger starting in my chest, and snaking down through my entire body.

John was so different from anyone else.

"Can I ask you something John?" He nodded as we again locked eyes, his tongue nervously wetting his lips that were slightly swollen from our kiss "Where is your family from?"

"Why do you... fuck..." John grimaced as I quickly yanked him down, sinking my fangs into the right side of his neck, his hands immediately moving around my back, his fingers gripping my jacket as he struggled against me "I can't..." He let out a low moan, his body melting into mine as he gave in to the divine pleasure that most people felt while they were being fed on...

He tasted... smooth. And better than anything I'd ever tasted before. I felt his heartbeat slowing, and I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the end of my sleeve, using my right thumb to put pressure on the two tiny holes that were now in the side of his neck "Sorry... I just, I got a little carried away."

"That was... I feel like I'm going to pass out." He wavered on his feet, eagerly taking my hand to steady himself as we headed back out to the sidewalk "You... you're still... gonna keep our promise right?" His words were so forced, that I began to worry that I'd drained too much "You're... you're not gonna... hurt anyone else?" 

Before I could open my mouth to answer him, his body fell limp against mine.
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"This is such a bad idea..." I grumbled under my breath, John's limp body thrown over my shoulder as I struggled to unlock my front door "If Thomas decides to show up..."

I hadn't been able to wake him after he'd collapsed on the ground... and me being me, had decided to bring him back to my apartment. His breaths weren't as shallow as they'd been on the way here, and for that I was relieved...

I laid him down on my couch, pulling my jacket off and moving to throw it over his torso but hesitating when I noticed the dried blood that had dripped down his neck and stained the front of his shirt. I couldn't leave him like that... normally I wouldn't give a shit but...