Bloody Rose

Ashton (Part 3)

I haven't felt this free in so long. I'm so full of blood and I want more.
Roaming on my own is nice. My last remaining bit of humanity is gone. Every Time i leave my hotel room i kill and it feels so good. It feels great to have the old Ashton back. Pretending was never my thing.

Can't say I miss home because I have no feelings. The only thing on my mind is blood. I haven't met any other vampires yet but I have a feeling I will soon.

Today was a rainy day in Portland, Oregon. So I wore suede timberland boots and black jeans with my leather jacket. I brushed my hair into a bushy ponytail. The weather had my hair bushy all the time so I didn't bother to fix it.

I left my hotel room for a little killing fun. Most killings happened on rainy days so I couldn't disappoint.
I drove my black Hummer to the national park a few miles away from where I was staying. The rain made the roads slightly muddy and I didn't wanna get my boots dirty because they were new. So I drove a little on to the grass and waited.

There was a man that jogged down this road many times. I've been intrigued by him because I can't necessarily read his mind. He's mysterious too because he cloaks his face in a way, like its hard to read.

Mystery will get you killed with me.
I exited the car and moved at vampire speed behind a tree. The sound of his pants and footsteps boomed in my ear. My fangs involuntarily contracted just by anxiety. I looked down at my feet and threw a rock at the back of his head, causing him to turn around to investigate. Taking advantage of the opportunity I moved forward so when he turned back around he was disrupted by the sight of me.

"The Reaper." He whispered.

"Hm? You've heard of me?" I asked curiously. I grabbed his arms so he wouldn't run.

"Of course. You're the one that is cursed."

"Cursed? What?" I demanded shaking his body.

"The witch's curse."

That was it for me. I grabbed both sides of his face and snapped his neck. His lifeless body dropped to the ground. I dug through his pockets to find his wallet and house keys. There was a keychain on it with a picture of a blonde woman. The back read "In loving memory of Valeria Andrews."
Holy shit this is Valeria. How did she get mixed up with a witch? And how-

"Ashton Anghelescu. I figured you were the one killing everybody. You even killed my only boyfriend." She chuckled. "Long time no speak."

"I've been here and there. What made you come to the Americas?" I asked her with wide eyes.

"I was following a lover, but he was killed in the journey here so I decided to stay a while. What brings you to Portland?"

"Relocation, I can't sit still." I lied. Falling in love with a human would be more embarrassing.

"I heard Michelangelo has been brought back from the dead."

"Who is he?" I asked. She looked at me like I was stupid.

"The Original Vampire. Well one of them anyway. They are assholes anyway." Valeria crossed her arms over her chest. "For as long as you've been alive you've never heard of them?"

"I don't know, unless someone wiped my memory but that's impossible." I blinked in confusion.

"Not really, an Original can compel you." Valeria informed. I frowned, what the hell? Some stupid Original compelled me. I hate feeling vulnerable. I'm Ashton Anghelescu.