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As I walk down the empty street late at night, I begin my prowl. Not a beast. Not a man. This man sits on the park bench. I decide to make an attempt. I stare at him, tasty looking isnt he? He feels my presence. The hairs on the back of his neck rise. His Stomach turns over. You have a craving. You cannot fight it.

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Oh what dementia causes me to follow this path. Stalking playing with prey as though they were a mouse in a cats mouth.

I walked closer and closer, as my hunger raised... I knew I should not do it as I m in the streets- It could be dangerous...

But my thirst is unbearable, I make the dive, I hear a yelp from the helpless soul as my teeth sink deep into his skin. The street light goes out. Now there is nothing but one big shadow. now, Should I turn him or kill him?

with teeth sunken in his neck tears flow from my eyes as i have fallen to desire onces again but its too late to turn back now.....

they catch the scent.... the sound of flutering wings fill the air... the others are coming....

sssssssssssss......
What to do now? I dont want to meet anyone, seeing me in this situation as I filled my need of thirst...but on the other side there is something in me, not satysfied with what I have done...

i look down at the beautiful male victum before me. scared eyes never leaving my face. as i look into those eyes something in my stomach lurches. i cant let him die, i must turn this beautiful creature before the cold touch of death takes him away from me...

so I bite my wrist and force it between his lips. he trys to turn his head but i force his mouth open on my wrist. the second the blood touchs he grabs my wrist and starts to suck as i go back to the wound on his neck and drink as he drinks from me...

He turns and cannot seem to take it. He falls back choking, his eyes change black. All is quiet. He rises to his feet. He follows me. I am bent in the darkness, open and full. My thrills seek the night as I become more and more fond of the man, handsomly slim. Pale. Now newly born...

because of his new birth he grunts and vigorusly shakes trying to fight the new him... he is still transfomring it seems.......

Meanwhile, back at our lair, she waits for me....impatient, divinely naughty and dressed to kill...literally. Imagine her surprise when she inspects our newest "pet".

She looked at me, and there was nothing but the sound of falling leaves...
She turned her back on me, looking surprised and angry in one moment.

Thigh high riding boots, tight black miniskirt and leather jacket, she is class, but oh so fiesty - I am powerless to do anything but submit to her will.

I slowly walked to herand she suddenly turned to me. I waited what will happen...
Again the silence was unbearable.
She came closer. Slowly and tenderly... She touched my face and licked my lower lip as I realised, there was still a blood on my mouth.

She turned and slowly walked away, realizing I was no longer hers. I begin to sob, because the pain is unbearable. The pain of losing her, the pain of what I've just done, the pain that I've forced this mortal to bear my curse. Even though I have just fed, I feel so empty inside.

I turn to this hideous beautiful creature like myself I have created.A place to turn my life to and I wince from the loss of a love but my feelings sre numb. His body begins to fade to death as he stares at me in agony and defeat. The creation understands forever has been forced upon his soul and he grabbed the blood stained lace upon my chest and fell to his knees.

He looks at me with his new Vamprye eyes, filled with all emotions, agony, surprise, bewilderment and at last understanding as he stands to follow me..

He feels lost as the world has suddenly shifted around him. I stand starring down at the beauty in which I have created. This glorious moment taking me. Grasping me. making me feel a feeling that I have not felt since I was turned myself. Could it be so?...

My heart beating fast and leaving an echo down my body like a hollow bronxe monument. And as I stand and wait for the next emotion, the wind hits from an uprising storm. The echo's pounding like the distant thuding of a fall storm. Everthing ready to sleep. The essence brings me to a falling like sense only in a waking dream or the drums of azrails dance. Heart so cold and the blood of this stupperd body lying somewhere in waiting for instruction. Three years hade past and the slightest noise came from my resd soakin lips, A shook threw me to the earth as a tremble from the troat raged. So hard to speak, it's been ages to have to verbaliy communicate, Maybe just an inshurance but why all the shock and tremors coming from the heart that died many nights ago, and was once thought hollow.

Now I was very confused,.....
There was this handsome man, I knew he needed a help, But still there was a thought of the one who left me broken by seeing what I have done...The one I adore .....The only one.

Something breaks in the distance! An erie glow surrounds the moon, shining it's loving light that holds me in this dark hour, much like the absince of light. I thought my soul once held this same sway. What's this dream I feel? Wide awake and honed sense's and forever loving the erge's of mysery. Have I gone beyond my reason, my line to cross?

Can it be that i have finally broken free of the hold she had on me. she was my love my sire but how can one person blind me so? did it take this one pitiful yet beautiful mortal to make me see how blind i was? as the fog from my mind began to clear i saw the shape of the woman i had loved all of my immortal life vanish and all that was left was him lying there by my side...

Feeling lonely, i decided to take this dear mortal and make him my new friend. I will teach him everything that I have learned. He will feed off the mortals and accompany me to the depths of the darkness which have binded me to this cruel earth.

And so we make our great departure, to the cavrens on the west side farthest from the arriving sun... and as his thirst flushes over him, I become more drunk with lust in his eyes, as he is lost in his new found world... what have I done? am I forever cursed inside of this cage of mine that my own creator has abandoned the one that she herself hath created? I shall sleep until the next moon.

Upon the setting of the sun, I awaken. I turn to see the fledgling start to stur from his daytime slumber. As I gaze at him, I wonder how will he take to this new unlife I have thrust upon him. Will his control over the hunger be stronger then mine, or will he in turn succumb to the beast as I have the tendency to?

As I gaze upon him I am overwhelmed with feelings of disgust, contempt and loathing of this creature that is me ... He still struggles with his new transformation and I can see in his eyes the intense hunger that both excites and confuses him ... " ... You are a loathsome creature, I have created you out of a momentary laps in my own sanity ... the burning sensation that you are feeling now is but the beginning of the eternal hunger that will replenish ur life force nightly ..." ... As I speak at him I realize that I have a choice ... Take his unlife ... be finished with him .... save myself from the torment of having made another ....

I rise and reach out to him .... he must sense what I am planning for he quivers in my clutch ... His muscles tense, he has good strength, this one .... but no underling can match his maker .... In one hand I grasp his body while in the other I clutch his head .... with a swift yank, I cervically dislocate his head .... the eyes go pale and he exists no more .... My torment subsides ....

At that moment, I get a feeling of loneliness. "I have gotten rid of my only company. What has driven me to commit such a crime?"

I sink into the depths of my own mind in search of an answer. In the midst of my pondering I had not realized that his corpse was still hung over my lap as he had been strewn in my fit of rage. With a swift shove, he flops off of me, slapping the ground limply, like a piece of meat.

My thoughts drifted from my victim, to the one I lost…I had come to the conclusion that I’d done this horrific act to try to erase the mistake I’d made. To be visible again in the eyes of the one I loved. I needed her, I craved her presence…

As if my thoughts had been an audible plea, I felt a familiar presence nearby. I knew exactly who it was..

… a slight breeze entered the room … I caught a scent, riding on the breeze … it was her scent, mixed with the scent of fresh blood … she had been feeding … thoughts of the fledgling’s corpse on the floor left my mind and in its place grew the memories of an age gone by, where she was at the core of my existence …

I entered the alcove of the next room and caught a glimpse of her silhouette behind the curtain … I pulled back the curtain expecting to embrace her …. No one there … curious, my vampyric senses were playing tricks on me … no, I feel her … she is here … her scent grows stronger in the air … she is playing with me … ‘come out, dark mistress … I long for your embrace’ … the maternal soothing of this weary corpse … the power you have over me, fascinates and frightens me … There you are, on the terrace, bathing in the glow of the moonlight … your alabaster skin glistening with the traces of fresh blood … AAhhh, the sight and scent excite me … I move stealthily across the room … yet, she evades me …

She watched from the roof of the next building. She knew he was in there, walking around after the hunt. Why did you do it, why did you have to change your mind and kill them before consulting. He would never forgive her for her actions.

The one who called to her cared for her and made sure she was safe. Yet her heart ached for the blood she could not have again entering her lips and throat in bliss of sensual release.

The thoughts of him galavanting with other females made her mind twist. She looked away from the window hearing the wolves in the far corner of this place. Standing she walked backwards knowing if she didn't leave soon her own would come looking for her.

"Hey come here now!"

She closed her eyes quickly knowing who was behind her an the fear in her heart jumped to her throat. Turning she gazed at him as always the powerful form standing before her. His long stong fingers reaching for her, beckoning her forward.....

"Why....Why.... Every single time I leave you for a day I get called back to find you and bring you back to the clan. You know you are not allowed out of the sanity of the set. I swear if I have to do this one more......"

"Forgive me, my hunger over took my mind master."