The Vampire

"Thirst tells you when to go, where to go, how to go and even who to go with... This is the most exciting and scary time in any vampire's existence, and it's where I'll begin my story."

Cia craves for blood in the streets of New York, under cover of the darkness she's forced to live in. She's perfectly clear on what she is and how she must take care of her own needs. And to help her, she has her Mentor, the grumpy Lacien. The two of them exist together, do everything together, and it's driving Cia crazy. Until she meets a human, who seems to pop up out of nowhere, knowing all there is to know about what she is and how she manages to remain undead.

And for a while, everything's good. Until things start twisting in directions Cia had never foreseen, which forces her to reconsider everything.

WARNING: Due to request of some readers, there is no age line. However, the story does contain certain elements that younger readers might consider offensive.

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2. The Hunt

 

I am Luciana Wilkins. Or rather, I was. After I got Turned in the year of 1833, people stopped using my surname, and I became known as Cia. One hundred and seventy-two years later, I realized for the first time that I was becoming a teen vamp. I was sitting in my dark flat, waiting desperately for the sun to set completely, watching the lines of orange that were falling in underneath the seam of the blackout curtains before the window disappear gradually.  My body was aching with the longing for someone else’s blood, and I felt trapped inside the small apartment in Brooklyn.

New York was a city of noise, nightlife, and of course fresh blood. Despite what you might think, it’s ideal to live in the city that never sleeps when you’re a creature of the night. Nightlife means a lot of people always running up and down the streets carelessly, and carelessness means fresh blood for my kind. And now I was waiting. I hadn’t fed in two days because a Hunter had spoken a little too loudly the night before about his job, and even though it happened all the time, we had to be careful. Which meant I couldn’t go outside.

And so I was restless, murmuring to myself and rocking back and forth. The Thirst was ripping at my throat, and though I knew it could be much, much worse, I was desperate to get rid of the feeling as soon as the sun set.

“Relax,” he muttered grumpily behind me, and I could imagine him rolling his blood red eyes at my behavior. Somehow it made me unusually furious.

“You fed yesterday,” I barked at him. “Before that guy showed up at the store.”

“And you should’ve done the same thing.” He yawned. “I told you to do it, didn’t I?”

That was actually true, but I had been in the middle of throwing a tantrum, so I hadn’t paid his suggestions much attention. He was always right anyway, and he liked to remind me a little too often. I couldn’t wait for him to get the hell out of here.

Lacien was my extraordinarily grumpy and unkind Mentor, who took pleasure in seeing me want to puke with anger. He preferred keeping quiet unless he felt he had to throw his suggestions at me when I didn’t need them, and he never got excited about anything at all. Such a bore to be around, really. I can’t count the times I wished for another Mentor that would be a little more enjoyable company. With Lacien, joy wasn’t something I should be hoping for, and he didn’t seem like he was about to leave me alone anytime soon.

“Can you not talk to me right now?” I spat. “You’re being annoying.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so annoying if you’d just listened to what I told you. You sure as hell wouldn’t be that thirsty,” he drawled.

I ignored him this time, not really wanting to fight with him, knowing how it’d go. I would get all worked up and yell at him, and he would explain to me in a scary-calm way that if I didn’t quiet down, every human in this city would be able to hear me. And then he’d shut up and retreat to his beloved shadows.

Instead I sat stiffly on the floor, my eyes fixed on the small strip of sunshine on the dusty floor before me. My eyes hurt from the mere sight, which wasn’t particularly odd. Though we can stand fake light from lamps and fire, sunlight burns us up like matches, and the only solution is to stay far away from it. So I kept my distance even though I was eager to get out.

Never since I became a vampire have I missed the sun. It never crossed my mind that I should until I heard someone else say it. I was perfectly happy with my life of darkness and shadows and blood. But I did find the way the sunlight made dust particles in the air gleam like the snowflakes I’d seen in life, falling from skies that were almost completely blue, very fascinating. I don’t anymore, but I used to. And it pissed Lacien off, because he said he would have trouble sleeping, knowing I wasn’t paying attention to whether the patches of sunlight on the floor expanded over time whenever I let the sun come flashing into the small apartment underneath the curtains.

The strip disappeared, and I stood up, thirsty. I dressed in a light, smoke-like black dress that would create a mysterious flickering of black around my pale skin. And then I headed for the door without waiting for Lacien. He would come, whether I wanted him to or not. And I most certainly did not want him to come. But as I exited the building, he was standing in the shadows of it, leaning back with his hands in his pockets, waiting for me.

I had stopped asking him how he got down so fast long ago, because he never really gave me an answer. If I had to say something positive about him, it would be that he was very skilled at being a creature of the night. He made no noise when he moved, he could vanish into the shadows completely, even at sunset or sunrise if he happened to be awake at that time, and he was a phenomenal hunter, capable of deciding who to pray on and then plan it into detail days before he even made a move.

“Say, you childish little fool,” he started, flashing his fangs at me in a cruel smile. “Before you met me, did you try running?”

I narrowed my eyes, wanting to bite him for calling me a childish little fool. But he had been worse to me, and I just had to tolerate it. Otherwise he might as well just kill me and move on to terrorize his next victim. Yet the question made me pause before I could reply. It seemed so very simple that I started laughing instead. How stupid could he possibly be?

“Running? You mean that motion where you put one foot in front of the other very fast, and then repeat it?” I smirked at him. “I think I’m perfectly capable of -”

“Not that sissy human running, stupid girl,” he hissed. “Really running?”

“I know we can run faster than humans - we ran all night yesterday to cover up anything a hunter might use to track us down. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already, old man?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, his breath hissing a little because his fangs were out. Though he never said it, I knew he couldn’t stand when I called him that. And perhaps he wasn’t to be blamed - he did have the gorgeous looks of a man in his twenties.

“So I guess tonight will be another first,” he replied with a shrug. “Come along, before anyone sees me with you.”

“Hey!”

“Come on!” he snarled.

I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip. My fangs hadn’t come out quite enough to puncture the skin, but it was close, and the tips ached for blood. Then I spun around to follow him across the street into the shadows of a warehouse. I’d learned fairly quickly how to disguise myself, thanks to Lacien, who had kept nagging at me until I did it. Now I just did it. I wrapped my mind around myself, feeling the darkness become part of my skin as it was part of my soul.

In front of me, I could feel Lacien’s presence, though I could barely make out his silhouette marked against the wall of the building we were moving along. He wasn’t walking as much as gliding forward, almost like a spider creeping sideways along the length of the wall, and he made no sounds at all. But I could feel him, just like I knew he could feel me.

Relax, his voice sounded in my head, like it had done so many times since we shared the blood of a woman once.

His voice wasn’t as clear anymore, not like it had been in the days after the incident. It was fading, like I was losing my ability to focus on what he was saying. And I couldn’t feel his intonation of the words any longer when he spoke to me mentally. Sometime again we’d have to pray on the same human, because it was pretty handy, not having to say a word in action. It allowed him to talk to me, even when we were separated and feeding, and it allowed me to call on him if I ended up in a bad situation.

Can you hear that? His voice was almost seductive, like he was losing himself in thoughts of the cruel stuff he would do to his victims.

I tried really hard listening to what he wanted me to hear, not because I wanted to impress him, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could be as good as him if I just tried. It was pointless, of course, because I could hear nothing but the usual. The sound of a car alarm going off at a distance, voices from young men playing basketball in the streets, the ventilators keeping the apartments cool in the hot, moist summer air. And the sound of Manhattan further away, across the East River, whose water bubbled and roared as the ocean forced it to collide with the shores on either side of the river.

Suddenly Lacien was in front of me, in person, not as a faint sense that someone was there. His eyes were burning and his lips curled in an evil smile that showed off one of his protruding, gleaming fangs. I could almost see the poison dripping from the tip, though I knew he never injected it into anyone. For some reason he claimed to have never Turned anyone, not even accidentally. And I believed him. I had never in my very, very long life known anyone who was as much in control of themselves as Lacien.

“Why do I even -“ He cut himself off, cursing. “Close your eyes. You do know how to do that, right?”

I hissed at him, feeling my fangs come out full-length.

“I guess not,” he murmured.

Against my wishes, I closed my eyes, just to shut him up and stop satisfying him.

“Good girl,” he whispered coldly. “Now listen. Hear the noise and commotion on the bridges, the engines roaring, gears changing, wheels dragging over the asphalt.”

I nodded, knowing now what I hadn’t before. I could make out every single move in every single car if I concentrated. Almost like I was the engine and the wheels.

Feel the speed, he continued, his voice in my head now. Feel the speed they can run to. A hundred miles an hour, maybe. You can be that speed. Will yourself to be it and then… let go.

I did as he said. Across my closed eyelids flashed the picture of a speedometer, pressing hundred, the speeder still pushed down. Light flared up out of the picture from the little lamps in it, and I sunk back into the shadows again, relaxing. Feeling the wind blowing in my face and slamming against my body, feeling my hair being swept back from my face.

And then I was moving. My feet weren’t really moving all that much. It was more like my mind did the running for me, and I only occasionally had to put a foot down to connect with the ground. The dark allowed me to move out a little from the wall so I wouldn’t bump my shoulder and fall, and I felt free and happy. Brooklyn flew by on either side of me, warehouses, small shops, apartment buildings like the one I lived in with Lacien.

Up front I could see the taillights of cars entering the slope of the Manhattan Bridge, carrying all the heavy traffic over the river. But the Manhattan Bridge was no fun, and everybody knew it. It was larger and more solid than the older Brooklyn Bridge, but the Brooklyn Bridge was my favorite, so I made a turn to the left and headed for that bridge. Lacien was right behind me, looking out for anything that could cause trouble, I assumed.

The myth about vampires being unable to cross running water is BS, I can tell you. It was made up long before I was even born as a human, in a time where women had to dress in large dresses that grazed the earth beneath their feet, and men had to wear really pathetic clothes. Neither of them would want their clothes to get wet, not even the vampires, who were often very well-dressed because of the centuries over which they’d gained wealth. Nowadays we have real bridges to cross real rivers, like the East River, but earlier, before the bridges came, the leap might’ve been a bit too much for even the strongest vampire.

I could see why he called moving my legs forward and pushing off the asphalt in turn for sissy human running, because this was much better and - surprisingly - much easier. This actually brought us forward with a speed that was tolerable rather than the speed of a snail. My lips curled in a smile as we hid in the shadows that the long metal wires holding up the bridge cast on the road. No cars noticed us because we were practically invisible - even to each other.

Underneath us, the water reflected the lights of Lower Manhattan, turning the usually murky, dark surface into a mess of red, yellow, orange, and white spots that glittered at the people who crossed the bridges and beheld the beauty of the sight. Once I’d stopped to take a look, and Lacien had scolded me for the next hour because he’d nearly run into me. It would’ve knocked us both into the water, where we couldn’t hide as easily. And that would’ve been troublesome. So now I kept my pace up and entered Manhattan almost flying down the ramp and into the narrow streets between the skyscrapers.

People were everywhere down here, and my throat started to throb with pain, but I couldn’t just randomly pick one in a huge crowd and feed right there. I needed to find someone who was more alone. Tall buildings made hiding so much easier, and it allowed us to keep our fast running up. Slowing down would’ve been torturing me much more, but I was still riding the high of my new discovery, so it wasn’t as bad.

Coming up is a set of traffic lights, said Lacien in my head. See that building?

His mind pointed my gaze in the right direction, to the corner right before the crossing, where people were crowding on the sidewalks and cars were lining up on two of four sides. The cars and pedestrians crossing our path were moving in a steady, noisy stream, and we’d have to stop so we didn’t run directly into either a person or a car.

Yes.

He glided past me like a shadow in the dark.

When you reach it, take the leap, he demanded.

Take the leap? The building was coming closer. One block and then I’d reach the corner. I glanced around nervously, tightly holding on to the speed, even though my body was screaming at me to stop. Take the leap? Was he mad? Ten yards… Lacien was speeding up, distancing himself from me just slightly, and I struggled to keep up with him, wondering if he was leading me into some sort of trap.

Four yards. My head was spinning, and I was losing control. I wanted to stop, but if I made an attempt to come to a halt now, I’d drag deep lines in the asphalt to the middle of the street, and that wouldn’t be good either.

Now, his voice breathed over my head, and I glanced up.

Lacien’s long, slender body - all dressed in black - went flying in a perfect arc over the cross, unnoticed by the fools several feet below him. He seemed relaxed, his back to me, head tipped back a little and arms and legs being pushed backward due to the head wind. I made a last-minute decision, felt the building come to an end, put my feet on the concrete wall and pushed off hard.

It probably didn’t look as elegant as when Lacien had done it, but I felt my body hit thin air, and I felt like I was really flying in that leap. Under my feet the traffic lights shifted, and cars started going in the other direction while people chatted and tried to avoid getting in an accident. It was beautiful and ugly at the same time, that ignorance with which people never really looked up in New York, other than maybe to try and see if they could make out the tip of the Empire State Building.

My feet connected with the sidewalk on the other side, and I felt Lacien beside me, starting from zero and speeding up, running again. I went after him, not sure what to think. I wanted to leap again, but dared not ask him if we could try it again at the next cross.

Are you proud of me now? I asked.

I’ll be proud of you the day you don’t need me to show you new things. Even though I couldn’t hear his intonation, I was positive he was snapping at me with that evil smile of his.

We turned right, heading for Upper Manhattan where people were more likely to be alone than down south between the skyscrapers. I had no idea who Lacien was praying on tonight, if he was planning on feeding at all, but he seemed determined in his maneuvering through the streets. It was really a shame he was such an asshole. Lacien was good-looking, even for a vampire, he was intelligent and very skilled, and he could be very charming when he needed to. Every female vampire would’ve fallen for him, had he not been so grumpy.

We weren’t at all the only vampires hunting in the streets of Manhattan and Brooklyn and Hoboken. I had discovered that earlier, but as we ran freely toward the northern part of the island, I noticed flashes of shadow, almost invisible to my own eyes, and I heard Lacien growl to himself. He didn’t like company. Not from me, and not from anyone else.

Slow down, he commanded, and I did as he said.

Gracefully, he freed himself of the shadows and stepped out into the pool of light cast by a streetlight. We were in East Harlem now, on 2nd Avenue. Traffic was slower here, and Lacien didn’t even bother melting into the shadows as he climbed a fence and grasped the railing of the fire escape above his head. He hauled himself up and glanced down at me hatefully before waving a hand, gesturing for me to follow.

I tried to copy his grace, but I was doomed to fail from the second I decided to start. Though I made no sound at all, it probably looked worse than bad. Lacien didn’t say a word, just turned and climbed on the rails of the stairs without using the steps that went past people’s windows. I followed him to the roof, placing myself as far from the edges as I could get. I’m not scared of heights, and I knew back then that the fall wouldn’t kill me, but the thought of coming crashing to the ground from a seventeen-storey building wasn’t all that appealing to me.

My Mentor, however, placed himself facing west, sitting on the very edge of the roof.

“What are you doing, Lazy?” I asked coldly, crossing my arms. “I need to feed.”

“So do I, my little egocentric friend,” he replied poisonously. “Go find some lame teenager. I’ll be taking my time.”

I burned with rage as I turned my back to him and went to the edge on the opposite side of the building, hoping desperately that I’d find a set of stairs to go down by. The first ten floors did have, and that was all I needed, because to the right was a tall tree. I could easily grasp that and get down that way.

“I’ll find you when I’m done,” Lacien said. “Try not to do anything foolish in the meantime.”

I started climbing down, then flung myself onto a branch in the tree and eased myself the rest of the way. It was almost too easy, descending a tall building like that in complete cover of the darkness. Down on the street I melted into the shadows and started running again, because I would have to get away from where Lacien was making his move. Two disappearances from a small area would arouse suspicion of a serial killer, and then there would be a flood of people in the streets at night in our favorite hunting habitat. Not good.

I went to Washington Heights and dropped out of my disguise. As long as I kept my gaze down, I would be perfectly fine walking along the streets. They were fairly empty, and I was starting to wonder whether I would actually find someone to bite in this place. Harlem was my favorite, because there used to be so much commotion. The humans would blame the disappearances on the gangs and not even suspect that vampires were involved. But Harlem was too close to the place Lacien had chosen.

“Hey, young lady,” a man’s voice called out, and I kept my head down, squaring my shoulders. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

The voice was a little older than I preferred, but as he started to jog, and blood rushed around his corpus, I couldn’t resist. He came so close so willingly. All I had to do was find a place where no one would see us. Up front was a sign saying “PARK”, followed by a gateway lined at the top with barbed wire.

My lips twitched in a smile, and I licked my lips. This was perfect. I quickened my pace a little bit as the man continued to call out to me, until I turned in through the open gateway. He followed me. I could hear his footsteps in the distance, coming closer again as he caught up with me.

“Yo, Miss,” he said. “I’m not gonna do anything. I just wanted to ask you some questions.”

This was probably true, because he sounded nothing like those rapists who usually lurked around at nighttime, hitting on innocent young girls with long, dark hair, dressed in nothing but strap dresses despite the evening chill. Still, he was clearly from around this place, because people from Lower Manhattan didn’t say “yo”. Not unless they were trying to mingle with the locals, anyway.

“Please stop so I can ask you some questions,” he pleaded.

I did as he said, and I could feel the heat rising off his body as he came closer. Then I turned. There was no way back now. I couldn’t just disappear here without him noticing. But that was totally fine, because we were completely alone in the dimly lit parking lot. Keeping my lids lowered, I glanced through my eyelashes at the person.

Young. Male. Hispanic roots. Uniformed. My features were relaxed, I made no move to show my emotion, but secretly I thought that this was certainly ironic. His hands were lingering at his pockets, as if he was debating whether to put them there. Finally, he did it, leaving the gun at his belt completely untouched.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, Miss,” he said kindly. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I replied, sounding childish and scared.

“Are you lost?”

I shook my head and let my lower lip quiver.

“Then what is a young girl like you doing out here on your own at this hour?” he inquired.

“I was just -“ I cut myself off, trying very hard not to laugh. “I ran into these guys, and they were really nice at first, but then…” I trailed off, sniffing.

“Oh gosh!” he exclaimed, obviously shocked. “What happened, Miss? You can tell me. I’m a cop.”

“My clothes… They -“ I threw my arms around him instead of finishing my sentence, and his embrace was warm and friendly.

He didn’t even try to keep me at a distance. Didn’t even suspect what would come next. I slowly raised my face from his collarbone and licked my lower lip.

“Thank you, officer,” I whispered, squeezing him a little, getting closer.

Then I bent my neck, angling my face toward his throat. With my tongue, I checked out my fangs before leaning in a little more, puncturing his skin. I felt his body tense in my embrace, as if he had been startled. In a moment he would start screaming, when it occurred to him what was happening. My hand reached up to cover his mouth, hard and firm, despite his attempts to bite at me. It didn’t hurt the least.

I made sure to keep the poison in check, then I let the thirst take over. Blood was pushed into my mouth by my fangs, which were also making sure that the blood kept coming. The sensation of feeding filled me and almost made me dizzy with satisfaction. I was so thirsty. The body went limp with shock in my arms, and I knelt to the ground to avoid having to carry the troublesome deadweight. Crouching over the limp man, I continued my feast. So much young blood, rushing to the surface. Rushing into my mouth.

Until there was no more. I glanced down. The man was pale with blood-loss, his face an ashy shade of gray, his lips dry and his eyes rolled back in his head. I checked for pulse and heartbeat, then rose to my feet, utterly full. I had chosen the perfect place for dinner. Carrying the man to one of the cars, I wondered how far Lacien had gotten with his meal. If his intended victim had gotten away, he would be seriously pissed, and I didn’t need that.

I broke open the lock to one of the cars, propped the dead cop in the driver’s seat, then went around the car to open the gas tank lid. From a pocket in my dress I produced a lighter, made a flame and carefully reached out until it touched the remains of gas around the opening of the lid. Flames flared in front of my face, and I quickly withdrew my hand as the fire spread and the car alarm went off.

Taking cover in the shadows, I checked the place for security cameras, made sure there were none, and then headed off as fast as I could. 

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