4"Dead I am the pool, draining from the fool Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed.."
The words formed a rough hastily written scrawl at the top of the page, the solid black text sharply contrasting the page of fading and gaining shadows that was a drawing. Most would stare fondly upon accomplishing such a life like illustration, no matter the fact it depicted a silhouetted figure feasting bloodily on a gorily mangled body, but there was no fondness, or even hint of pride in the doe brown eyes that peaked through woman-like eyelashes. There was merely a dull shine created from the bedside lamp that showed that the sephia eyes belonged to a still living person. The creator of the morbid sketch lifted himself off the twin bed and placed the piece of heavy drawing paper on top of a pile of equally melancholic scenes. He glanced at the clock on the wall, about 7:30M. He had been up all through the night A brutal knocking gently interrupted whatever thoughts had been going through his head.
"BOY! You in there!? Time you start your morning shift!"
Without even a groan of complaint the young man left his apartment to follow his large and beefy boss down to the small novelty store where he worked.
"Remember boy, you got to work an extra shift today, Loraine called in sick."
The boy merely nodded and took his place behind the counter and waited. After a while, he started to watch the people that walked past the small novelty shop.
Her, she's probably one, her walk is too smooth, her hair is too thick to be human. Look, it moves with her as if guided by the wind but there's no breeze. Her skin's pale to.
His gaze landed on a gothic boy who wandered aimlessly between shelves.
Not him though, he wishes he was one, every footstep falls heavily, no immortal grace could ever be bestowed upon his bones. His hair is limp and diseased with grease and hair dye. Heh, his skin is even tanned, what a joke.
This pattern of thoughts continued for several hours only to be interrupted by people coming to the cash register.
Finally his boss came in and told him that it was his lunch hour. Only giving a silent nod, he slipped out of the door and into the gloomy streets of Seattle.
The day was bleak and gloomy as usual, the vigilant eye of the storm clouds hovering above the city. The air so damp and moist that is was if the storm clouds could dump a flash flood at any moment upon the port city. The cement sidewalk emitted the sharp smell of dampness, creating an atmosphere that killed all cheery happy thoughts.
Though this did not phase the young man, if anything it made him feel comfortable, he had always lived in Seattle, and never felt the need to move anywhere. A city of import, a city of odd creations and mutations, an ideal city for vampires. He continued to walk down the water darkened sidewalk staring absentmindedly at the people before him.
Him, yes. Her, no. They maybe could be, but you rarely seem them in couples. Him, no Her-
Then he saw her. It was as if the world had gone black and white, while she remained in color. She stood out like a black diamond among granite, polished yet primitive, dark yet vibrant, glassy yet to divine to be solid, dangerous yet enticing. He felt as if his blood was already being drawn to her, straining against the inside of his veins. If she were to so much as meet his eyes, he'd offer his soul to make her look away. The black vinyl that clung to her chest seemed stalk still as she moved through the crowded street. It was like watching a statue floating on a moving sidewalk, her shoulders didn't bounce, the flowing black skirt didn't tousle as she strolled rapidly between people that seemed to be pushed away from her by an invisible force-field, leaving her open for viewing. If she was not a vampire, then she was a goddess, a goddess of hell's fire.
Then, his worse fears and greatest hopes came true, jade eyes pierced through his eyes into his soul. A shade so vibrant, so loud, so unnatural, his body seem paralyzed, entranced by her that all activity in his body stopped. Although she was looking at him, it took her a moment to realize what she was looking at, suddenly her pastel pink lips pulled back in seductive smirk showing off two rows of perfect white teeth, pearly fangs curving perfectly over her lips.
Before a human being could blink an eye, she was gone, and a soft whispery voice encircled his ear.
"You can see?"
He was too afraid to talk, to petrified by the voice swirling and echoing through his brain like silvery mist causing his ability to operate come hazier and hazier.
"Tell me, can you see me?"
"I can see you," the words seemed to have been drawn from him rather than spoken.
"Answer me truthfully, you got time?"
This time, the answer was his own, "All the time I can give."
He could almost feel her smirking behind him, a tinkling running down his spine.
"Take me."
This statement slightly confused him. But when he closed his eyes he felt a heat rising on his neck, sweat that ran down his tingling pores, forcing his eyes open to find his was back in his apartment. The vampire woman was leaning over the pile sketches, flipping through them leisurely.
"You know your quite good, if only these were in color and you could see the blood." She said half to him half to herself.
"I, I, I think th, the black and white makes it m, more-"
"Enigmatic? Threatening? Ominous? True, very true," the vampiress cut in as she held up his latest sketch. "You really depict vampiress very well, and you seem enthralled by the act of drinking." She commented as a blanch finger traced the delicate outline of the depicted 'kill'.
The boy merely gulped nervously.
"Ugh, don't worry, I'm not going to bite you," she sighed sounding slightly agitated with the mortal boy.
"I, I'm not w, worried a, about that."
The vampiress froze, and then slowly titled her head to face him, the wall of black and red hair forming an impenetrable curve around her face, down her neck and over her clothing as her jade eyes pierced his sephia ones.
"Ah, so you would like the idea of being turned into a vampire?"
He gave a nervous gulp, and nodded. The vampiress shrugged.
"Maybe, depends on how I feel at the end of the night. It takes time once you make someone a vampire, it's unwritten law that once you make someone a vampire, you are responsible for his or her education until they can go out on his or her own. So I need to decide if your worth the effort or not."
There was a comfortable silence in the apartment before the vampiress yawned and stretched before asking, "You want to go to a vampire gathering? There's one at the docks after sunset. Nothing fancy, some dancing, some blood sucking, some traditional ceremonies, you in?"
The young man nodded vigorously as the vampiress looked him over.
"But you're going to need to fit in, or you'll be a part of the entertainment that you would not be fond of," she murmured as she eyed him critically, frowning distastefully at the workers apron, brown slacks and off-white t-shirt.
As the sunset, the vampiress lead the young man out of his apartment. Now though, he was dressed in semi-tight black chinos and an extremely loose dull red shirt. The vampiress licked her lips as she slipped her arm through his and escorted him through the slightly emptied streets.
After about a half an hour or so they reached a large port warehouse, many other figured dressed in black and other dull tones poured slowly through the open double doors into the warehouse.
As the boy walked through the double doors, he felt his breath robbed from his lungs at a realization. The mythological creatures he had feared and admired since the first time he heard their name surrounded him. Vampires. The children of the night. Immortals. He was amazed that he didn't collapse right then and there.
The vampiress squeezed his hand in comforting gesture as the warehouse fell silent. The boy looked up to see what looked like a god standing on a pedestal with a microphone. Towering above the crowd at seven foot six, his steely gray eyes running over the crowd like a pair of silver searchlights hunting down someone, white blonde hair rolling in gentle waves to his hips making gentle arcs as he turned his head from side to side.
"Beautiful isn't he? He's the oldest vampire in Seattle, they say he was around when they founded Seattle as a city to import gold from Alaska," whispered the vampiress following his gaze to the vampire of the pedestal.
"Ladies and gentleman, fellow immortals, on my behalf, and behalf of the other locals, welcome. I will be your host tonight, you may call me Braeden, and to begin the night we make our first 'sacrifice'," Reaching down he pulled up the body of a young woman. Holding her up by the neck for the crowd to see, a young woman, probably twenty, with sweat soaked black hair clinging to her deathly pale skin, her shirt clung to her skin, was obviously breathing heavily. She had been drained before; she now clung to life with the weakest grip.
"WHO!? Who would like to drink the blood of such a woman? A devout catholic, virgin, pure in almost every way, and blood so sweet it could be called a sin. Who will claim such a kill?"
Shouts and hollers broke out among the crowd many of the vampire fighting for the first offering, the vampire Braeden smirked as his searchlight eyes scanned the crowd for a selectee.
What happened next baffled the young man and his vampiress escort, raising his hand he hollered as loud as he could.
"I claim her!"
The searchlight eyes stopped on him, and Braeden raised his hand to call for silence, gray holding brown.
"Come forth, and claim your kill."
With a confidence the young man didn't know he possessed, he strode through the crowd of vampires until the stood beside Braeden on the pedestal, where body was then offered to him. Taking the sweat soaked body into his hands, he looked down at her face, her blanch skin twisted in a mask of hellish agony as she panted shakily. He was now expected to drink what little blood was left in her body without any vampire-like abilities. Why had he done this again?
"She is very sweet, drink to your hearts content."
The voice interrupted his thoughts. Nodding in acknowledgement he held her neck to his mouth. I can't believe I'm doing this. Before he could have second thoughts he bit harshly into her neck feeling the metallic liquid fill his mouth. Creating suction with his mouth he slowly started to drink a fellow mortals blood. And he hated it. There was no sweet taste to her blood. Just the harsh fluid flowing down his throat.
But after a few more gulps the harshness died away, he knew was still mortal, but he was now gaining some sort of twisted pleasure from greedily swallowing another human life. The vital liquid washing through his mouth was like a wine made at the dawn of time, so unreal in taste and unbelievable in thickness. He was not only sucking her blood, but the years of life she would've lived out of her throat and down his own.
After what seemed an eternity he pulled away, regardless that the blood and flowed over his neck and dribbled down his neck and he panted in the aftermath of such an act. His eyes met the steely silver eyes of Braeden, he could see a wild and hungry expression mirror on his face.
"Sweeter then wine of the gods," he murmured before throwing to the corpse to the ground and making his was back into the mass.
Stumbling blindly he was stopped by the vampiress he recognized as the woman escorted him here.
"I thought you were a mortal?" She demanded of him, her eyes ablaze with hatred and betrayal.
"I am," he gasped. He stood stalk still as her jade eyes searched his for any traces of a lie. She found none.
"You'll be worth the effort," she whispered in shock as her finger traced his face, her wild eyes wide in awe and astonishment.
"Will you take me now?" He didn't know when he started becoming so bold, but it seemed the very knowledge of vampires surrounding him made him come alive like never before.
Without saying a word the vampires led him out of the warehouse and into a dark alleyway.
"I'll take you now, but you must obey me without any kind of hesitation got it?"
He merely nodded and titled his head to one side, exposing his neck to her. He closed his eyes in panic as he felt her break the skin and drain his blood. He became so dizzy he couldn't keep track of anything, the world began to spin every which way as he was placed on the other end of the blood sucking process.
Suddenly she drew away, but he was too dizzy to realize what's going on.
"Here, drink,"
Something fleshy and wet was held before him, her wrist. Latching his mouth onto the gash, he once again suckled on the sweet drink known as blood. When she pulled her wrist away he felt a little better, but still dizzy. He felt her lift him to his feet and steady him.
Everything that happened after that was a blur to him. He found himself laying down on the bed in his apartment, the vampiress leaning over him, stroking his hair.
"You'll be fully transformed in the morning, sleep now, your body will be destroying and morphing itself all night. I'll be back for you-"
"Wait, will I be able to see myself in a mirror?" It had been a question he had always had about vampires. She chuckled.
"At first no, but as you develop your abilities you will be able to. See you in the morning-?"
"Daniel."
"Daniel," the vampiress repeated. Then quietly left the apartment.
When Daniel awoke the following morning he left like his insides decided to play civil war. I guess becoming a vampire. Suddenly his thoughts broke off as a foreign part of his mind attacked the idea of vampires. All the things that happened last night were perfectly possible. He had met a pretty girl, they had gone back to his apartment, she took him to some kind of cult meeting where sucked the blood of another human then had his own blood sucked. There's got to be something in the equation that would explain the way his insides were feeling. Only one way to check.
Getting off his bed he walked into the bathroom with his eyes shut, his breath speeding up as he saw the importance in this moment. Either he would prove that his own obsession with vampires was something worth seeing a doctor over, or he was a vampire. Resting his hands on the porcelain sink he leaned forward, and taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes.
The end.