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I glide over the rooftops in my eagle form looking for any sign of prey I might find. I look all around me hoping, praying to find food somewhere. I look down to the street below me I find what I am looking for. I start my descent and transform before I hit the ground. The young woman notices nothing until I wrap my arms around her and sink my fangs into her neck. I drain all the blood out of the woman and leave her in laying on the sidewalk. For those who have not guessed it yet I am a vampire. A vampire named Dameon Llueve although I don't use my last name very often.



I walk a little ways down the street, my cloak billowing out behind me as I move, hardly making a sound. Not very many people are out tonight and they all stare at me like I am some kind of freak. Ah, if they only knew the truth. I would be hunted down and killed. Contrary to popular belief I don't hide from sunlight as a matter of fact I quite enjoy going out during the day although I do prefer to hunt at night. There is less suspicion that way. I carry on as a normal human being and nobody suspects what I really am. I laugh at that thought.



If only the mortals knew the joy of being a vampire. The freedom to do what you want, go where you want, and be who you want to be. The feeling is absolutely empowering. I am unbound by mortal laws and am quite capable of getting away with murder as I have already showed you. But enough about the joys of being a vampire. As I walk down the street I duck down into an alleyway where I transform into my eagle form once more and take flight.



Soaring through the clouds is quite joyful. Flying allows me to sort out my thoughts and as I'm flying a memory comes into my head unwanted as it is. The image of two teenagers. 1 male and 1 female. I try to shake the image from my head but I can't and instead of flying home I transport myself there with my mind and the image really takes hold. How long had it been since I last saw her? It seemed like a lifetime ago but then again it was.



Stephanie. . . Her last name escapes me at the moment. At one time she was mine. At one time we shared a love so strong I thought it could never be broken. Oh how very wrong I was. It all changed the day I was Turned. The day Dustin Coons ceased to exist. The day Dameon Llueve was born.



I will admit I was foolish to think that Stephanie would still love me once she knew what I was but I could not pretend to be something that I wasn't. My parents had turned their backs on me as well as all of my friends. I thought that the love of my life would be the one who would stand by me no matter what I was. I wish now that I had not been so naive.



I sit on my bed as the emotions overwhelm me. Yes, vampires can feel emotion. We are not heartless killing machines. We do have hearts, as black and devoid of blood that they may be, they are there. I turn on the TV and see what’s on. I scroll through the channels and come to the movie Blade. God, what a cheap imitation of the real vampiric lifestyle. I leave it on the channel and say to myself "Ah, what the hell? This movie is always good for a laugh." I watch for a little while and laugh at the cheesy antics of the people portraying what they think is a vampire. I mean makeup in the daylight? Give me a break.



I roll over and look out the window at an owl hunting in the night. We are a lot alike, me and that owl, both alone without mates, both hunters by nature, and both killers by nature. I fall asleep dreaming a dream I don't want to have. A dream about Dustin Coons and Stephanie. I still can't remember her last name and I don't really care to.



I awake very suddenly as an aura I have not felt in almost 10 years enters my bedroom. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stare into the face of my blood mother: Risika Braeke. I have not seen her much since I was Turned. She took me out and taught me how to hunt. She cared enough for me to show me how to survive and then dumped me out into the world. She has not changed a bit.



"Hello Dameon." Risika says in that falsely sweet voice that she has. "It's been a long time. How are you?"



I grunt in response not really caring to speak with her at the moment. I roll over to allow sleep to claim me again but it wont happen as Risika is next to me in a flash.



"Do not turn your back on me!" she says and the sweet voice has now turned cold as ice. "Remember Dameon, I brought into our world, and I can most definitely take you back out. Besides, this is not a personal visit. I am here to ask for your help." Keep in mind that vampires rarely ask for assistance. If Risika is asking for my help then she is really desperate. Risika is a strong vampire, both mentally and physically and if there is something she needs my help with then I know it is required.



"What is going on now?" I ask her, my interest peaked just a little bit.



"We have had a lady vampire come here looking for you." She says with a smirk. She always did despise the company I held. "A female vampire that you Turned."



I interrupt her right there. "I have not Turned any females Risika. I don't usually Turn my victims and you know that."



"Oh, but you are wrong. You Turned this one. I know you did because I read your aura all over her." She smirks again as if she knows something and isn't telling me.



"I know that smirk. What are you hiding?" I ask irritably. She is toying with me and enjoying it.



"Oh, you will find out when you seek her out." She hands me a slip of paper with an address on it. "This is where she can be found." and with that my blood mother is once again out of my room. Probably out of my life until she needs something from me again.



I look at the address one time and memorize it. I use my mind to teleport myself there immediately and am overtaken for the second time that day by an aura I have not felt in a very long time. This one even longer. This aura I have not felt in over 100 years. Since I was Turned and I felt it for the first and last time. I know who it is because now I have finally put a last name together with the first. The one that abandoned me all those years ago. Stephanie Dunbar.



"Welcome Dameon. It has been quite a long time." She says without turning around. "I sense your doubt. Trust me what Risika tells you is true. You did Turn me. Ah, you still doubt me?" She asks, and finally she turns around and I once again gaze on her beauty. A beauty that I have missed although I do not show it.



"Stephanie, how can you think that I would want to stay here and listen to this mindless drivel that you are telling me?" I ask, and I have lost all of my patience with her at this point. "What did you expect to happen when I saw you? Did you expect me to fall at your feet madly in love with you as I once was?" She is crying at this point but her tears mean nothing to me. "You abandoned me when I needed you the most. Everyone turned on me and I thought that you, my one true love would understand and be by my side, but you chose to shun me as everyone else did." I turn my back on her and stare out the window.



"Dameon, first of all the name is no longer Stephanie as you are no longer Dustin. My name is now Lenore Cervantes." Lenore stated. "I can sense that you are wondering how you Turned me without recognizing my aura? Well that is quite simple see at the time when we fought for you to Turn me there was another vampire there blocking my aura. You didn't recognize me for this sole reason. But I assure you that if you look deep enough you will see that it is the truth."



I read her aura and deep intermingled with hers was a trace of mine. The same trace that is left behind from a vampire Turning their victim. I withdraw quickly still not wanting to believe it. I didn't want her to be a part of this lifestyle. To be a hunter, a killer. But I guess that there is nothing I can do to change that now. I turn away from her and walk towards the window gazing at the sun peeking over the horizon. I remember a time when Stephanie and I watched the sunrises together.



I shake the image out of my head and continue watching the sunrise.



"Why won't you say anything, Dameon? What are you afraid of?" Lenore asks and I let out a short bark of laughter.



"Afraid? You honestly think I am afraid?" I ask with a smirk and I turn towards her. "Do you realize that even being mortal when it happened that what you did to me constitutes the ultimate act of betrayal to our kind? Because trust me I know our ways and I am set in them. What you did could be punishable by death. So you answer me, who is afraid here?"



She looks at me without fear in her eyes. She is giving me the look that 100 years ago would have melted my heart and made me weak at the knees. Now I just wonder what is going on in that head of hers.



"You wouldn't kill me Dameon. You don't have it in you. Sure you could talk about it all you want, hell even threaten it every now and then but deep down in your heart you know that part of you still loves me and would never kill me." She smiles her smile and as much as I hate to admit it she is absolutely right. I would no quicker kill her than I would kill myself.



"Well you got me there. As much as I hate to admit it you are right. But don't you dare think for one second that just because you are back in my life that things are going to be like they were. I want nothing to do with you." I use my mind to teleport myself home but before I do I see the tears streaking down her face.



I arrive at home and collapse on my bed, the emotions getting the better of me once again that day. I replay the conversation in my head and can't seem to understand how Lenore expects me to act after what she did to me all those years ago. I sigh figuring that this dilemma would have to wait till I could give it my full attention I slip back off into the blissful dream world.



When I wake the sun is shining through my window and it is after noon. I pull myself out of bed and turn the radio on and quickly find my favorite country station. Yeah, I know what you are thinking " A Vampire who likes country music?" I laugh at what people would say about that one. I move into the bathroom and turn on the shower.



I shave the stubble off my face before stripping and getting into the shower. As I allow the warm water to cascade over my body "What Hurts The Most" by Rascal Flatts comes on the radio. I stand in the shower listening to the song as it sort of explains what happened all those years ago.



******* FLASHBACK *******



"Stephanie, I need to tell you something that I don't think you are going to like very much" I said looking into her eyes.



"Oh god please tell me you didn't cheat on me! You know I can't go through that again." She looked pleadingly into my eyes as if searching for something.



"No, it's not that." I say and I hear her let out a sigh of relief. I wonder how long that relief will last once I reveal what I have been hiding from her for a year now. I have already told my parents and my friends but of course they have turned their backs on me now that they know what I really am. I don’t know why I have hidden this from her for so long but I know I can't keep it from her for much longer. She is bound to discover me missing from the bed at nights while I am out hunting. "It's something that in your eyes may be worse than that. Stephanie, I am a vampire."



She looks at me and I can see laughter dancing in her eyes. The same reaction my family and friends had at first. I know that laughter will only be contained for a little bit longer.



Sure enough after a few moments she breaks down laughing. "Oh that is really good Dustin. I thought you gave up believing in vampires a long time ago. You do realize that they do not exist."



"Oh but Stephanie they do indeed exist. I would know seeing as I am one. You should also know that I am no longer Dustin Coons. My vampiric name is Dameon Llueve." I say keeping a straight face and looking her directly in the eye.



"Enough of this Dustin. You are no more a vampire than I am. Now stop this nonsense and come to bed." She says and turns to leave.



I am next to her in a flash and I am sure that she wonders how that happened. I stand in front of her and bare my fangs. "Stephanie look at me, and I mean really look. Take in my fangs, my pale skin, the fact that I know you can smell the blood on my breath. Trust me I am a vampire."



Stephanie looks at me real good and I see the realization sink in and she promptly faints.



I can't bear the thought of what she will do when she wakes up so I leave only leaving a note for her when she wakes:



Stephanie,

I hope to god that this will not come between us. Believe me I did not choose this path. I hope that we can still be together. I love you and I don't want our relationship to end. Please meet me at my apartment and we can talk about this. If you decide not to show up I will know what your decision is. Hopefully you will meet me.



Forever Yours,

Dameon Llueve



******END FLASHBACK******



She never did show up all those years ago. I sat and cried about it many times. I actually locked myself away and almost starved to death. The Bloodlust almost making me lose my mind until I finally got up and fed.



I finish my shower and dress. I have much to do today. I don't normally visit my blood mother but I must discuss this situation with her.



I drive to Risika's house and let myself in. Vampires do not lock their doors. I mean honestly why should we. We have the ultimate defense.



"Dameon, what has brought this sudden visit on?" Risika asks as she walks out of the kitchen.



"You know very well what this visit is about Risika. Why did you not tell me yesterday who that woman was? You knew I did not want to see her but you sent me there anyway. Do you enjoy tormenting me?" I ask and her smirk is back in place. Just like always.



"It has nothing to do with tormenting you Dameon. I figured you would want to know what you had gotten yourself into." She says looking me in the eye.



I look into her eyes and suddenly realization dawns on me. "It was you." I state matter-of-factly.



"Why, Dameon, whatever do you mean?" and that sickly sweet voice that drives me crazy is back again.



I am next to her as quick as possible and my hand is at her throat. "DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME WOMAN! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT IS THAT I AM REFERRING TO!" I am shouting at this point. "YOU WERE THERE THE DAY I TURNED HER! YOU BLOCKED HER AURA SO I COULDN'T TELL IT WAS HER. IT ALL COMES BACK TO YOU, AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY!" I take a few breaths to get my emotions under control and I pull my hand away from Risika's neck and I walk away from her still fuming.



"You are right of course, Dameon. It was me. I knew how much you wanted her . . ."



"You know nothing Risika," I snarl with disdain. "She turned her back on me when I needed her the most and you tell me I need her? What is wrong with you?"



Risika looks at me with her gold and black tiger striped eyes and there is an emotion there I have rarely ever seen on her. . . . sympathy, for my blood mother rarely shows me any form of sympathy, "Do you remember when I turned you young one?"



I look sharply up at her at the use of the name "young one". She seems to take no notice of it. "Yes" I mutter out.



"When I turned you I could feel deep down inside of you while I drained your blood that you knew she would never accept you for what you were to become. I also felt the way your heart was breaking even as I drained the last drop of blood from it and made it stop beating. You wanted her in your life." My blood mother seemed almost upset at the fact.



I turn around and stare at her in awe. "Since when do you show compassion? I did not think that was an emotion you possessed! You are right of course. I did want her in my life but I also did not want her subjected to this lifestyle. When she turned her back on me I closed off the part of my heart that belonged to her, and I will never open it again. Not to her. She doesn’t deserve it anymore."



"Well well well" Risika says. "You have come a long way. To finally realize that love is pointless. . . "



I stop her there with a growl "Oh I disagree with you there. I do not think I don't need love. On the contrary I know that I do need it. But it will not come from Lenore or Stephanie or whatever she is called now."



Risika stares at me in awe. "Dameon, Dameon, Dameon. . . You will never survive in this world if you think you need love. But I guess you have to find that out for yourself. "



I look back at her with a disgusted look on my face. "I hope that I never find that out. Because if I ever come to think that I don't need love then I will be the same cold and heartless person you are." I say to her before turning on my heel and storming out of her house, my black cloak billowing behind me. I get in my car and drive back to my apartment. I fix myself something to eat then lay down for a nap before I go out to feed.



The alarm in my head telling me it is time to feed wakes me slightly after dusk. The sun is not quite down and the moon is not quite up yet. The perfect time to feed. Not too much suspicion. I climb out of bed and dress heading to the bar to seek out my prey.



When I arrive at El Sangre Barra I sense all auras in the room searching for my prey. The bar is fairly crowded tonight which makes things a little easier to find someone to feed off of.

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GothicRavenGoddess
10:10 Jun 08 2009

some of the lingo is off... meaning if you (your character) lived a 100 years ago, you'd still talk like you were from that era. Also some of the stuff is wrong too, like era wise.. do some research and revise it. Other than that, it was awesome. I look forward to reading more...



Also, vampire's body hair doesn' grow after they turn. :) (unless he had stubble when he was turned)

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