Normally, I hunt only once a night. For some reason, I was especially hungry last night and wanted to feed three times. The first two kills were my basic fare. I seem to have some sympathy for women who are being abused by their husbands. Maybe it is because my marriage, while I was still human, was anything but happy. I cannot recall if my husband hit me, since the last time I saw him was in 1776. I doubt he is still alive and I hope noone made a vampire out of his useless behind.
My last kill was at three am this morning, I got bored sitting at home and decided to take a stroll. I ended up walking into a dark alley and found myself face to face with a man who I knew was the lowest form of humanity I could find. One look at him and I knew he was a child molester. I gave birth to two children, before I ceased being human. One was a girl who was left as a human. My son, Malcolm, was 11 at the time and begged my maker to make him a vampire. He does not live with me. After all these years, he is able to fend for himself.
I got the sense for the man in the alley that he had a child hidden for his sexual purposes. The description of this man is not important, He was a normal looking human who would not stand out in a crowd. The man did not notice me, which was not a suprise. Once I go to stalking my prey they usually do not notice me until my fangs are in their neck.
So, I decided to follow this guy through the alley and around the corner. He came to a little shop and stopped. I noticed he had keys and was attempting to unlock a door. Once he unlocked the door, he walked inside. I decided to remain outside for a few moments. The wind begin to pick up and I thought I sensed the presence of another vampire. I was right. To the left of me, stood my son, Malcolm, and my friend, Cadamia.
Now, Malcolm has a fierce thirst for blood. I have often thought that it must be that he was child when he was made. I knew if he got to the guy, he would go in for the kill and prevent me from saving the child. Cadamia has always been good at picking up on my thoughts, so it did not take long for her to realize that Malcolm would be a majpr hinderance.
"Hey, Malcolm. Don't you have a taste for drunks? There is a club a few blocks down the street. Why don't you go and get a table? Your mother and I will join you in a few moments?", Cadamia asked Malcolm. I noticed that she had dyed her hair orange or changed it some other way to that color.
"Sure. I am hungry. And the drunks are such easy victims. No problem there." Malcolm replied with a devilish grin on his face. He loved to go into bars and since he was tall for your normall eleven year old, many women thought he was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. He seemed to enjoy toying with young women who wanted to get with him.
Malcolm left us and made his way to the club. I love my son, but sometimes he will interfere in ways that will cause problems. He is the main reason I have an entire coven after me. Some other time i will tell you what happened and how Malcolm stirred up a bunch of vampires. I do not think he meant it, but he sure cause alot of trouble.
Cadamia asked me if we were going to enter the store or stand outside all night. She is a person of action and has kept a soft spot for children, since becoming a vampire.
"Give me a moment. I am trying to tell if the child he is hiding is here or in another place," I answered.
Finally, I opened the door and we made our way inside. Since, I can move without making a sound and Cadamia is just as good at being quiet, the man at the counter did not notice us entering the store. We were right in front of him, before he looked up from his paperwork.
"The store is closed," he said and he turned back to his paperwork. I am suprised that he did not notice or make a comment about how Cadamia was dressed. She has a habit of wearing period clothing at times and looked like a lady from the Victorian Age. I am more modern. If he had seen, Malcolm he would have thought he was being robbed. Malcolm has the tendency to dress like a hoodlum.
I grabbed the man by the neck and politely asked him,"Where is the child? I will break your neck right now."
Cadamia had left the counter. A backroom had caught her attention.
The man seemed suprised that a mere woman could have the strenght to pick him off the floor with one hand. I threw him against a wall and followed Cadamia.
In the backroom, we noticed three cots. On the cots. bound and gagged were boys ranging from the ages of 17 to 19. Cadamia immediately went to untying the boys and I flew back into the other room to destroy the man who held them captive.
When I swooped down on him, my mouth immediately landed on his neck. As. I drank his blood., I saw the face of every child he had every harmed. I knew then that the children were kept as sex slaves until he was bored with them and would be killed. I learned the location of where the bodies were buried.
When I was done feeding, I wiped my mouth, and went back into the room with Cadamia and the boys. One look let me know that Cadamia had made three more vampires. That is so like her. If someone does not have power, she will get it to them. She will make those who have had to live with severe mistreatment from other humans a vampire so they will never know that mistreatment again.
"Look take this boys to the club. I am sure Malcolm will get a kick out of them," I tell Cadamia. My only desire was to get to a phone to let the police know where at least forty bodies of young boys were buried.
Cadamia must have read my mind. "I have my cellphone. I suppose you have misplaced yours again. You can call on the way to the club. I will not leave you alone. You react badly to this kind of thing. You know you do. I do not want you to go on a killing spree tonight, because you think human beings are not worth saving after one of them does something like this. Plus, the coven that is after you will know it was you who did it. Are you trying to be found?"
"Not particularly. Do I look like Lestat to you?", I ask. I know I have no choice but to hang out at the club until about a hour before sunrise.
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