musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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I was only eighteen years old, when I died. I still remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happened almost 800 years ago. The year was 1238 A.D., a year not very remarkable in the history books. I was living in Florence, Italy at the time, about to be married to a wealthy nobleman's son. My father Arturo had essentially sold me off to the noble in return for a bigger plot of land for himself, my mother and my seven younger siblings. The son Demetri Aganti was not a bad guy from what I could tell. He had insisted that we spend time together before the marriage, which in those days was unheard of and earned him a lot of brownie points from me.
Though he seemed like a genuine enough man, it was clear that he very much wanted me in the way that a little girl wants a new doll. I would be his posession and little would change that fact. A well treated and well dressed doll was still a doll. Still I would bear it, if not for myself but for my family who lived in a shack smaller than most modern garages nowadays. They deserved to have a better home, and to grow up better than I did. So I would marry Demetri and give my family a better life.
"Annalisa you look beautiful." My mother said behind me, before coughing uncontrollably for a moment. I would die tonight, and my mother would die only two weeks later. She had been falling sick often over the last few months and this final sickness plus the depression of my demise would end up doing her in. I often miss my mother.
I spun before the mirror, letting the white wedding dress billow around me. I very much looked like one of those porcilan dolls I'd always wanted as a little girl. I would buy some for my sisters when I could convince Demtri to let me shop. My curly brown hair fell down over my shoulders and framed my soft face. My eyes were a emerald green, which matched the gems in the butterfly that pinned my bangs back. The dress clung to my petite yet shapely body in frills of very white lace. I smiled in the mirror despite myself. I had never thought of myself as beautiful before, working the fields with papa, but I had to admit I looked pretty good now.
"Thank you mama." I said softly.
Outside a carage pulled up and I knew it was time to go. We were staying in a guest room a mile from the nobleman's house to prevent Demetri and I from fooling around before we were allowed. The carage had arrived to take me to the chruch in which we would be wed at sunset.
My mother stood and we hugged, tears welled up in her eyes. "I know that you do not love this man Anna, but your family thanks you and loves you for your sacrifice. In time you will find your happiness. I promise."
I want to cry. Though I do not mind Demetri, I do not love him. I will endure this wedding, but I doubt I will ever love Demetri. There is something in his dark brown eyes that scare me.
We go outside as the sun dips below the horizon. It will be dark before we get to the church. Demetri will be upset that be tardy. The carage driver is a loathsome looking round man with a thick beard. Though he is dressed in a suit that barely fits him, at least he was trying. I get into the carage and blow my mother a kiss as we pull away.
With a sigh I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. Maybe it wont be as I fear. Demetri might just need more time to warm up. Maybe I could fall in love with him, have his children and live a nice semi-noble life. I could think of worse ways to go through life. Besides I had to remind myself that this was the way of things. I am a woman and as a woman I am a bartering tool, a commodety to trade and use.
I snap my eyes open when I feel the carage take an unfamiliar turn. I glance out the window and see we are off the main street and sliping into an alley. In a panic I knock on the roof of the carage. "Excuse me sir! The Church is that way. I'm already late, please sir turn around."
The man laughs and I feel my heart race. In a panic I fumble to open the door, because jumping out of a moving carage in a wedding dress seemed like a really good idea. The door, to my horror, will not open. The driver had rigged it so that it would only open on the outside. I cry out, tears running down my face. Demetri will be furious if I don't show up, my family will not get their land and this would have been for nothing. Not that I could worry about that as I was going to die in a minute anyway.
Finally the carage stops and we are deep in a dark alley far from the main street. Surrounding us is tall brick and stone buildings with no windows. The drive has chosen a good spot to do his evil as there would be no one to help me or even to hear my screams. I watch him climb from the carage in horror, shaking my head and pleading with him not to do this.
The door opens and his bulk blocked my escape completely. "Hello beautiful. Thought we might have a bit of fun before you go running off." He drools from his excitement and he reaches for me. I slink back and kick at him, but hitting him in the gut does nothing. He grins wider and moves over me. "Come now, don't play so rough."
I scream in terror and he grabs for me. Suddenly the carage shakes and I feel the man's weight lift violently off of me and slam into the front of the carage space. There is a thud on my lap and my legs become covered in a wet warmth. It takes me a moment to realize that it is the carage driver's head. I scream and shove the head off me quickly, bringing my gaze out the door where a tall shape stands looking in at me.
"Don't...." I plead, tears streaming down my face. "Please don't hurt me."
The voice speaks in an accent I don't recognize and it makes him hard to understand. "One so beautiful as you should not be so afraid." His voice is as deep as the ocean, a rumble in my chest more than a sound for my ears. "You are lovely enough to have power through the ages. I have use for a companion like yourself." As he speaks his shape grows larger in the doorframe.
Then he is leaned over me and I see into his bloodred eyes. He is beautiful, the most beautiful man I have ever dreamt of, but with hauntingly disturbing eyes. He smiles and his hand brushes over my cheek. I am too scared to move. "Oh yes, you will make a fine immortal." Violently he grabs my chin, I struggle but he is as strong as stone. HE forces my head to one side and he buries his face in my neck.
He bites into my flesh and there is pain at first. I cry out with it. Then there is pleasure, like a thousand fingers pleasing every part of my body. It is here as I die that I think I had my first orgasm. As he feeds from me, I grow cold, feint, then numb. His throat works hard as he swallows me down. I struggle to stay awake, to keep my eyes open as I know that if I close them I'll never open them again.
It is then that he pulls away from me. I am dead now, I only need to close my eyes and everything will be over. I shiver and gasp for breath I cannot draw. I see him tear his wrist open, and feel myself fade away as he presses his bleeding wrist to my mouth.
Then my eyes close and I die.
* * *
My funeral was two days later. The ceremony takes place in the garden of what would have been my home after my marriage to Demetri. It is a beautiful set-up and part of me hurts as I know that a lot of the decorations are simply reused from what would have been in the wedding. It is some sorrow I feel when I see that Demetri had put in effort into the marriage. Too late for regrets now, though. Not that I could have changed much even if I wanted too.
My killer was Carlo Demonte, a man who had once been one of the original Spaniards before he became a vampire. It had been thousands of years ago and he told me that he changed me over because he was tired of being alone. As we watched my funeral and my human life fade away he explained to me that it was my beauty that gave him the idea. My beauty that made him realize how much he missed his wife, I remind him of her in a lot of ways.
Then he explained to me what it meant to be a vampire and the gift I now possessed thanks to him. I was an immortal being of great power, my senses were a hundred times more powerful than before. I could move faster than any man could follow with his eyes, I was strong enough to throw horses around like pebbles. It was a rush, I must admit in those first decades in which it seemed I discovered a new ability every time I turned around.
The drawback of course, was that I had to feed off the blood of people. Carlo taught me how to hunt and kill and feed and enjoy every moment of it. He had been trained to fight Roman armies, and hunt people was nothing new to him even while he had still be human. Together we made our way around Europe, Asia, and Russia. I enjoyed traveling and learning, in an age in which woman could not be educated I found it empowering to easily learn every language on the planet. There was no country I could go and not understand people. Being a woman also made it easy for me to trick helpless men into a dark alley where I could drink them dry without being bothered.
Carlo told me that I was the most ruthless woman he had ever met. It made me smile. Looking back I realize that I was nothing more than an angry teenager. In this day and age kids cut themselves, or bully other people, maybe steal here and there. But I was an angry vampire and had the power to kill anyone at anytime. I don’t really know for sure why I was so angry, maybe it was the loss of my family, or maybe anger at them for selling me off to a noble only to die instead. Hell maybe I was angry with Carlo for what he did to me. Whatever the case, I took my rage out on my victims I was the thing of nightmares.
After a few decades I mellowed and realized that life with Carlo was not everything it was promised to be. Though we were vampires, he still treated me like property. He was older than me and far stronger than me and I couldn’t fight him if I wanted too. So I was trapped with Carlo as he paraded me around like a trophy. We visited a few covens of vampires throughout Europe and everytime I was shown around like some kind of prize. I hated it.
It was this way with Carlo for 200 years. Nothing can hold your interest forever though, and eventually Carlo’s interest in me wanned. He began to go off on his own and for a while I stuck around afraid to have him chase me down later. Though it started to become apparent that he no longer cared what I did or where I went. Sometimes he would leave where ever we happened to be stayed at that time for a while and when he came back he would give me a surprised look, as if he didn’t expect me to still be around.
In 1442, I took the hint and I left off on my own for the first time in my long life. I was like a kid away from mom and dad finally, and I found myself scared. Me, a two hundred year old vampire, scared to be alone. That fear did not last long as I explored my freedom. I became liberated, calmer, I learned to hone my senses, and I stopped killing people when I fed from them. All that rage and teenage-like anger I had been a part of for two centuries was gone.
But after six hundred years I began to feel the solitude start to dig at me.
There are few places more depressing than a Denny’s in the middle of the night. The staff always looks like zombies, and the customers are rarely anything other than homeless people who barely managed to scrape together enough change to buy a small meal and some coffee to keep starvation at bay. It is at a Denny’s in Ventura, California that I sit and nurse a cup of coffee. Yes, I can drink coffee too. I learned not long after leaving Carlo that by eating regular meals, I could go far longer without needing blood. When I did drink blood I did not need to take any more than what might cause a morning hangover to my “victim”.
Out there on my own I discovered a lot about what I could do. For a long time I just did whatever Carlo told me and never really looked for things on my own. Although believed to be an unholy creature that would be repelled by holy items, I actually am not unholy. Evil maybe, in the same way that a rapist is evil, but unholy I am not. I have gone to church many times over the last eight hundred years, though I don’t go anymore because I find that religion is silly. It makes people feel better about the bad things they do, and about dying. I suppose dying is easier to take if you don’t think it is the end. Dying has lost its meaning to me long ago.
The waiter comes by with a pot of blackness and fills my cup. I smile up at him and he nods before walking off. He is too tired to take notice of me too much. Over the years I have learned to use my looks when I need to, but also downplay myself to keep from notice. I look like a super model these days. Long black hair that falls over my shoulders and partway down my back. Haunting green eyes, that I can burn into people’s minds if I try hard enough at it. Perfect skin, hourglass body, and a pair of breasts that make men’s mouths water. I’m dangerously hot.
I smirk, being dangerously hot is also dangerous for me as well as the people I feed from. These days people look at you when you look good. Sex is a secret open thought. Men will look at me and instantly want to try to sleep with me. It makes people notice me in places I simply want to pass through. In an age where human technology has developed ways to track me if I make a mistake and possibly hurt me with weapons beyond my speed to dodge. I must be careful on the mark I make as I travel around.
So I do things like keep my hair pulled up in a ponytail, dress modestly in clothing that doesn’t reveal much of anything. Men tend to ignore me better when I show no cleavage. Amazing how that works out. Tonight I wear tight black jeans and a black turtleneck. It is February and even on the California coast it is cold at night.
I sit in the very back corner of the restaurant, watching the people that come and go. I have nowhere to go tonight, the house I bought in Santa Barbra a few miles up the coast is not yet furnished and I have no reason to be there. As a vampire I don’t sleep, ever, so the home is simply a place to be when I want to do nothing. Also it helps keep the human illusion to have a box to live in. Before I would wander the night never calling a place home, but since the invention of television I find hours of entertainment to eat up time. Time is something I feel like I have too much of lately. Being immortal has downsides, I’ve come to learn this as I spent time learn random shit for the sake of having something to do. It is especially bad when you don’t ever sleep. I miss sleep, if for nothing else then the ability to shut myself down for a while.
Outside I hear a group of boys talking about my car. My hearing is exceptional. I can hear the waves crashing on the beach from a mile away. The boys are impressed with the car which I also just bought for fun. It is a black Porche-GT, a modest 185,000 dollar bit of fun. I love to drive fast whenever I can. Sadly I never really get to let lose and enjoy the speed in America. I have a home in Europe where I can drive my truly exotic cars on the Autobahn without a care in the world. My vampire reflexes can correct the course of a car in a hundredth of a second, faster than you can blink your eyes, so I never worry about crashing no matter how fast I’m driving. If only I could explain that to the police in America, maybe I could get a bummer sticker or something that grants me whatever speed limit I desire.
The boys move from my car and come inside the restaurant. I look up and take notice of them. They are maybe seventeen, eighteen years old and are all what most people would call nerds. There are four in total, three of which are wearing glasses, the other one is wearing contacts, I can see them hovering over his pupils from across the dining room. They make a be-line straight for the back where I sit. They are regulars here, I hear the waiter great them as if he is used to them being here. Together they hesitate when they see me, I am clearly in their usual spot. After a moment of hesitation they simply pack into the booth next to mine and began setting out boxes.
As the fourth one moves by me I take a breath and feel my brain explode. I close my eyes tightly as a shock my system has never felt before washes over me. The aura over the last boy, something about it resonates something in me and I am instantly curious of him. The ages of solitude come crashing on top of me and I have to struggle to not make any noticeable noise. My heart feels like it wants to rip itself out of me and die of loneliness. My eyes pop open as I think of Carlo, after he had turned me into a vampire he told me of a feeling that washed over him when he first saw me. Perhaps it is the same thing here. I am in a panic, I know I should get up and leave, flee from this before I am near this young man any longer. But I glance at the group and focus on the one that has crushed my aura effortlessly.
He is a fair skinned young man, a little bit on the pale side from not getting enough sun. He wears wire framed glasses that fit well on his face. He doesn’t hold himself with confidence, which is a shame because he is not a bad looking guy, I figure he is probably shy and can smell the virginity coming from the group like a bad cologne. After a few minutes of casual listening in I can tell they are probably made fun of for this card game they play. It seems to be a game of summoning dragons, orcs, goblins, and conjour fireballs. As a result I know that the young man who has my senses in a tiff is innocent as hell and I should stay very far away from him. My heart feels terrible for him as I know I cannot simply get up and walk away.
I shift in my seat and inch myself closer to their table, craning my neck with obvious interest. The boys see me and I sense their tension. For one thing I am goregous, and they are not used to girls like me paying any attention to them. On top of that, they are playing a game that usually gets them made fun of, and it makes them nervous. I smile at my new interest and ask in the sweetest voice I can muster, "What are you playing?"
Though he seemed like a genuine enough man, it was clear that he very much wanted me in the way that a little girl wants a new doll. I would be his posession and little would change that fact. A well treated and well dressed doll was still a doll. Still I would bear it, if not for myself but for my family who lived in a shack smaller than most modern garages nowadays. They deserved to have a better home, and to grow up better than I did. So I would marry Demetri and give my family a better life.
"Annalisa you look beautiful." My mother said behind me, before coughing uncontrollably for a moment. I would die tonight, and my mother would die only two weeks later. She had been falling sick often over the last few months and this final sickness plus the depression of my demise would end up doing her in. I often miss my mother.
I spun before the mirror, letting the white wedding dress billow around me. I very much looked like one of those porcilan dolls I'd always wanted as a little girl. I would buy some for my sisters when I could convince Demtri to let me shop. My curly brown hair fell down over my shoulders and framed my soft face. My eyes were a emerald green, which matched the gems in the butterfly that pinned my bangs back. The dress clung to my petite yet shapely body in frills of very white lace. I smiled in the mirror despite myself. I had never thought of myself as beautiful before, working the fields with papa, but I had to admit I looked pretty good now.
"Thank you mama." I said softly.
Outside a carage pulled up and I knew it was time to go. We were staying in a guest room a mile from the nobleman's house to prevent Demetri and I from fooling around before we were allowed. The carage had arrived to take me to the chruch in which we would be wed at sunset.
My mother stood and we hugged, tears welled up in her eyes. "I know that you do not love this man Anna, but your family thanks you and loves you for your sacrifice. In time you will find your happiness. I promise."
I want to cry. Though I do not mind Demetri, I do not love him. I will endure this wedding, but I doubt I will ever love Demetri. There is something in his dark brown eyes that scare me.
We go outside as the sun dips below the horizon. It will be dark before we get to the church. Demetri will be upset that be tardy. The carage driver is a loathsome looking round man with a thick beard. Though he is dressed in a suit that barely fits him, at least he was trying. I get into the carage and blow my mother a kiss as we pull away.
With a sigh I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. Maybe it wont be as I fear. Demetri might just need more time to warm up. Maybe I could fall in love with him, have his children and live a nice semi-noble life. I could think of worse ways to go through life. Besides I had to remind myself that this was the way of things. I am a woman and as a woman I am a bartering tool, a commodety to trade and use.
I snap my eyes open when I feel the carage take an unfamiliar turn. I glance out the window and see we are off the main street and sliping into an alley. In a panic I knock on the roof of the carage. "Excuse me sir! The Church is that way. I'm already late, please sir turn around."
The man laughs and I feel my heart race. In a panic I fumble to open the door, because jumping out of a moving carage in a wedding dress seemed like a really good idea. The door, to my horror, will not open. The driver had rigged it so that it would only open on the outside. I cry out, tears running down my face. Demetri will be furious if I don't show up, my family will not get their land and this would have been for nothing. Not that I could worry about that as I was going to die in a minute anyway.
Finally the carage stops and we are deep in a dark alley far from the main street. Surrounding us is tall brick and stone buildings with no windows. The drive has chosen a good spot to do his evil as there would be no one to help me or even to hear my screams. I watch him climb from the carage in horror, shaking my head and pleading with him not to do this.
The door opens and his bulk blocked my escape completely. "Hello beautiful. Thought we might have a bit of fun before you go running off." He drools from his excitement and he reaches for me. I slink back and kick at him, but hitting him in the gut does nothing. He grins wider and moves over me. "Come now, don't play so rough."
I scream in terror and he grabs for me. Suddenly the carage shakes and I feel the man's weight lift violently off of me and slam into the front of the carage space. There is a thud on my lap and my legs become covered in a wet warmth. It takes me a moment to realize that it is the carage driver's head. I scream and shove the head off me quickly, bringing my gaze out the door where a tall shape stands looking in at me.
"Don't...." I plead, tears streaming down my face. "Please don't hurt me."
The voice speaks in an accent I don't recognize and it makes him hard to understand. "One so beautiful as you should not be so afraid." His voice is as deep as the ocean, a rumble in my chest more than a sound for my ears. "You are lovely enough to have power through the ages. I have use for a companion like yourself." As he speaks his shape grows larger in the doorframe.
Then he is leaned over me and I see into his bloodred eyes. He is beautiful, the most beautiful man I have ever dreamt of, but with hauntingly disturbing eyes. He smiles and his hand brushes over my cheek. I am too scared to move. "Oh yes, you will make a fine immortal." Violently he grabs my chin, I struggle but he is as strong as stone. HE forces my head to one side and he buries his face in my neck.
He bites into my flesh and there is pain at first. I cry out with it. Then there is pleasure, like a thousand fingers pleasing every part of my body. It is here as I die that I think I had my first orgasm. As he feeds from me, I grow cold, feint, then numb. His throat works hard as he swallows me down. I struggle to stay awake, to keep my eyes open as I know that if I close them I'll never open them again.
It is then that he pulls away from me. I am dead now, I only need to close my eyes and everything will be over. I shiver and gasp for breath I cannot draw. I see him tear his wrist open, and feel myself fade away as he presses his bleeding wrist to my mouth.
Then my eyes close and I die.
* * *
My funeral was two days later. The ceremony takes place in the garden of what would have been my home after my marriage to Demetri. It is a beautiful set-up and part of me hurts as I know that a lot of the decorations are simply reused from what would have been in the wedding. It is some sorrow I feel when I see that Demetri had put in effort into the marriage. Too late for regrets now, though. Not that I could have changed much even if I wanted too.
My killer was Carlo Demonte, a man who had once been one of the original Spaniards before he became a vampire. It had been thousands of years ago and he told me that he changed me over because he was tired of being alone. As we watched my funeral and my human life fade away he explained to me that it was my beauty that gave him the idea. My beauty that made him realize how much he missed his wife, I remind him of her in a lot of ways.
Then he explained to me what it meant to be a vampire and the gift I now possessed thanks to him. I was an immortal being of great power, my senses were a hundred times more powerful than before. I could move faster than any man could follow with his eyes, I was strong enough to throw horses around like pebbles. It was a rush, I must admit in those first decades in which it seemed I discovered a new ability every time I turned around.
The drawback of course, was that I had to feed off the blood of people. Carlo taught me how to hunt and kill and feed and enjoy every moment of it. He had been trained to fight Roman armies, and hunt people was nothing new to him even while he had still be human. Together we made our way around Europe, Asia, and Russia. I enjoyed traveling and learning, in an age in which woman could not be educated I found it empowering to easily learn every language on the planet. There was no country I could go and not understand people. Being a woman also made it easy for me to trick helpless men into a dark alley where I could drink them dry without being bothered.
Carlo told me that I was the most ruthless woman he had ever met. It made me smile. Looking back I realize that I was nothing more than an angry teenager. In this day and age kids cut themselves, or bully other people, maybe steal here and there. But I was an angry vampire and had the power to kill anyone at anytime. I don’t really know for sure why I was so angry, maybe it was the loss of my family, or maybe anger at them for selling me off to a noble only to die instead. Hell maybe I was angry with Carlo for what he did to me. Whatever the case, I took my rage out on my victims I was the thing of nightmares.
After a few decades I mellowed and realized that life with Carlo was not everything it was promised to be. Though we were vampires, he still treated me like property. He was older than me and far stronger than me and I couldn’t fight him if I wanted too. So I was trapped with Carlo as he paraded me around like a trophy. We visited a few covens of vampires throughout Europe and everytime I was shown around like some kind of prize. I hated it.
It was this way with Carlo for 200 years. Nothing can hold your interest forever though, and eventually Carlo’s interest in me wanned. He began to go off on his own and for a while I stuck around afraid to have him chase me down later. Though it started to become apparent that he no longer cared what I did or where I went. Sometimes he would leave where ever we happened to be stayed at that time for a while and when he came back he would give me a surprised look, as if he didn’t expect me to still be around.
In 1442, I took the hint and I left off on my own for the first time in my long life. I was like a kid away from mom and dad finally, and I found myself scared. Me, a two hundred year old vampire, scared to be alone. That fear did not last long as I explored my freedom. I became liberated, calmer, I learned to hone my senses, and I stopped killing people when I fed from them. All that rage and teenage-like anger I had been a part of for two centuries was gone.
But after six hundred years I began to feel the solitude start to dig at me.
There are few places more depressing than a Denny’s in the middle of the night. The staff always looks like zombies, and the customers are rarely anything other than homeless people who barely managed to scrape together enough change to buy a small meal and some coffee to keep starvation at bay. It is at a Denny’s in Ventura, California that I sit and nurse a cup of coffee. Yes, I can drink coffee too. I learned not long after leaving Carlo that by eating regular meals, I could go far longer without needing blood. When I did drink blood I did not need to take any more than what might cause a morning hangover to my “victim”.
Out there on my own I discovered a lot about what I could do. For a long time I just did whatever Carlo told me and never really looked for things on my own. Although believed to be an unholy creature that would be repelled by holy items, I actually am not unholy. Evil maybe, in the same way that a rapist is evil, but unholy I am not. I have gone to church many times over the last eight hundred years, though I don’t go anymore because I find that religion is silly. It makes people feel better about the bad things they do, and about dying. I suppose dying is easier to take if you don’t think it is the end. Dying has lost its meaning to me long ago.
The waiter comes by with a pot of blackness and fills my cup. I smile up at him and he nods before walking off. He is too tired to take notice of me too much. Over the years I have learned to use my looks when I need to, but also downplay myself to keep from notice. I look like a super model these days. Long black hair that falls over my shoulders and partway down my back. Haunting green eyes, that I can burn into people’s minds if I try hard enough at it. Perfect skin, hourglass body, and a pair of breasts that make men’s mouths water. I’m dangerously hot.
I smirk, being dangerously hot is also dangerous for me as well as the people I feed from. These days people look at you when you look good. Sex is a secret open thought. Men will look at me and instantly want to try to sleep with me. It makes people notice me in places I simply want to pass through. In an age where human technology has developed ways to track me if I make a mistake and possibly hurt me with weapons beyond my speed to dodge. I must be careful on the mark I make as I travel around.
So I do things like keep my hair pulled up in a ponytail, dress modestly in clothing that doesn’t reveal much of anything. Men tend to ignore me better when I show no cleavage. Amazing how that works out. Tonight I wear tight black jeans and a black turtleneck. It is February and even on the California coast it is cold at night.
I sit in the very back corner of the restaurant, watching the people that come and go. I have nowhere to go tonight, the house I bought in Santa Barbra a few miles up the coast is not yet furnished and I have no reason to be there. As a vampire I don’t sleep, ever, so the home is simply a place to be when I want to do nothing. Also it helps keep the human illusion to have a box to live in. Before I would wander the night never calling a place home, but since the invention of television I find hours of entertainment to eat up time. Time is something I feel like I have too much of lately. Being immortal has downsides, I’ve come to learn this as I spent time learn random shit for the sake of having something to do. It is especially bad when you don’t ever sleep. I miss sleep, if for nothing else then the ability to shut myself down for a while.
Outside I hear a group of boys talking about my car. My hearing is exceptional. I can hear the waves crashing on the beach from a mile away. The boys are impressed with the car which I also just bought for fun. It is a black Porche-GT, a modest 185,000 dollar bit of fun. I love to drive fast whenever I can. Sadly I never really get to let lose and enjoy the speed in America. I have a home in Europe where I can drive my truly exotic cars on the Autobahn without a care in the world. My vampire reflexes can correct the course of a car in a hundredth of a second, faster than you can blink your eyes, so I never worry about crashing no matter how fast I’m driving. If only I could explain that to the police in America, maybe I could get a bummer sticker or something that grants me whatever speed limit I desire.
The boys move from my car and come inside the restaurant. I look up and take notice of them. They are maybe seventeen, eighteen years old and are all what most people would call nerds. There are four in total, three of which are wearing glasses, the other one is wearing contacts, I can see them hovering over his pupils from across the dining room. They make a be-line straight for the back where I sit. They are regulars here, I hear the waiter great them as if he is used to them being here. Together they hesitate when they see me, I am clearly in their usual spot. After a moment of hesitation they simply pack into the booth next to mine and began setting out boxes.
As the fourth one moves by me I take a breath and feel my brain explode. I close my eyes tightly as a shock my system has never felt before washes over me. The aura over the last boy, something about it resonates something in me and I am instantly curious of him. The ages of solitude come crashing on top of me and I have to struggle to not make any noticeable noise. My heart feels like it wants to rip itself out of me and die of loneliness. My eyes pop open as I think of Carlo, after he had turned me into a vampire he told me of a feeling that washed over him when he first saw me. Perhaps it is the same thing here. I am in a panic, I know I should get up and leave, flee from this before I am near this young man any longer. But I glance at the group and focus on the one that has crushed my aura effortlessly.
He is a fair skinned young man, a little bit on the pale side from not getting enough sun. He wears wire framed glasses that fit well on his face. He doesn’t hold himself with confidence, which is a shame because he is not a bad looking guy, I figure he is probably shy and can smell the virginity coming from the group like a bad cologne. After a few minutes of casual listening in I can tell they are probably made fun of for this card game they play. It seems to be a game of summoning dragons, orcs, goblins, and conjour fireballs. As a result I know that the young man who has my senses in a tiff is innocent as hell and I should stay very far away from him. My heart feels terrible for him as I know I cannot simply get up and walk away.
I shift in my seat and inch myself closer to their table, craning my neck with obvious interest. The boys see me and I sense their tension. For one thing I am goregous, and they are not used to girls like me paying any attention to them. On top of that, they are playing a game that usually gets them made fun of, and it makes them nervous. I smile at my new interest and ask in the sweetest voice I can muster, "What are you playing?"
