I got bored of my first story so I made my mind of writing another short one to waste my growing free time.
This night was like any other night; quiet and leery.
How this night sky was filled with nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nothing but the sound of the quiet slow footsteps of this night-living creature. Pacing with no thoughts. The moon as his spotlight. Not one street lamp in a good condition.
He walked and walked and walked some more, hoping that something good would come up and out of his dark sinister life.
He felt sorry for himself. Every single day he did. He wanted to die...many times.
He, sometimes, thought that he would just come out into the sunlight and turn himself to ashes. But he never had the strength in him to take his own life. Or death.
He saw something sparkling in the far distance. He knew exactly what it was. He knew what he is about to do, in this moment.
He paced slowly to its direction to see a clearer view of Kayla's silhouette.
Kayla..known for her amazing noises she makes when she is doing what any other tramp would do. She was sitting at a bus stop - not waiting for the bus...but waiting for a plush client to come and offer her his -or her - cash.
She was pretty, but buried under her screaming make up and her corrupted manners and seductive smug grins.
He became closer.
She blew the white smoke into the black air and noticed him in the shades under the moon.
She smiled knowing that her almost friend was here to say hi - and probably to get some of her benefits.
He spent time with her like any other; getting the body that she sells for cheap. And then they would hang out the bar so she would get so drunk...which our friend here takes advantage of it and get the treat he mainly seeks.
He never had it in mind that he might get along with regular people. He was different from them all. The only ones, like him, have this thought that they can have everything they want.
Their purpose in life is to get the prettiest, most delicious human and hang them around their arms. Their blood slaves; they call them.
He despised his race. He hated himself for what he is...for what he has done.
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Blood Painted Windows (ON HOLD)
VampireA lone man spending his nights all the same. Just pacing through his life with no problems, no complications...just living with the ghost of.....
