"Blood Debt: A Vampire's Tale"

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"Blood Debt: A Vampire's Tale"

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He was born Boris Abacumov Artomonov on 7 January 1315. At the time in that part of White Russia -- now Belarus -- that day was celebrated as the day of Christ's birth. There was nothing Christian or Holy about Boris's birth or the life that came after it, though. In fact, Christians and non-Christians alike -- hell, Muslims, Hindus, and Atheists, too -- would have considered the very existence of Boris and his kind the most unholiest of creatures ever to exist.

He left that name behind him when he reached feeding age and, like a bird leaving the next, went out into the world to find his place amongst regular humans. He was Aksel Tor for a few decades while living in and around Drammen, Norway. Then Thomas Oates for nearly a century in London. He kept that name when he relocated to Glasgow, but later moved to the opposite coast and became Adair MacDonald.

When he crossed The Pond to come to America, he took one of the most common names he could find, John Brown. He did so because when it came time to move on from his current location -- to relocate because the heat was rising and discovery was imminent -- he could always find a John Brown somewhere whose life he could easily claim as his own.

He liked this country, he did. It was the land of opportunity, as advertised across the globe. Of course, opportunity had its limits and requirements, too. The limits John Brown consistently found were due to his inability to show a detailed and documented past in this country. Stealing another John Brown's identity had its perils; and trying to pass off fake documents based upon the birth certificate of a John Brown who died at birth had its own dangers as well.

Then there were the requirements. Above and beyond the normal needs -- home, food, money -- John's chief requirement for existence was and always had been the blood of a human female caught in the throes of passion. Oh, sure, he could feed on males if he needed. And he could feed on either gender without the sexual element. But the energy John got from those feedings was ... insufficient ... lacking nutritional value if you please.

No, the arteries of a human were flush with the adrenaline, endorphins, and other natural chemicals created by excitement -- whether from sex or fear or whatever -- and John had learned, from his mother and from experience, that those chemicals were at their greatest in a woman overwhelmed by sexual euphoria.

John checked his appearance in the motel bathroom mirror, then smiled and chuckled. No reflection, my skinny white ass, he thought as he turned and headed for the door, collecting the door key and his ID along the way. Hollywood and the publishing industry had it so wrong when it came to what they had long ago branded vampires. He opened the door and let the late afternoon sun fall upon him, warming his skin as he drew and released a deep breath of pleasure. As he headed off for the stairs, he laughingly thought On nooooo... I'm burning up.

He spent the next couple of hours sitting at various coffee shops, waiting for customers to leave their tables unnoticed by the baristas so that he could snatch their tips and, occasionally, cash payments of their checks. By sundown, he had almost $50 dollars in his pocket. It wasn't much, but it would get him through the door at Oscar's.

John had found that the nightclub was popular with mid-level female executives and other such professionals. He knew it was hard in this man's world for a mere woman to get ahead, just as it was hard in this human's world for him to do the same. He hoped that he'd find a suitable donor with whom he could forge a lasting relationship, one beneficial to both of them.

He looked good, with his stylish hair, suit, and Italian leather shoes. They were, essentially, all he had to his name; and they had all been paid for with the proceeds from pawned goods he'd stolen at great risk. He despised petty thievery. Capture, prosecution, and -- worst -- discovery were never far behind such activity.

No, what John needed to begin his new life here in New York City was a woman with money, position, and power. And if he was going to find one who was also hungry for more of all three and yet vulnerable to a man with charisma, this was the place to find her...