A Night On The Town As A Vampire

Ahhhh, sweet solace within my bedchambers has enveloped me upon the rising of the sun. Last night's escapades were more than satisfactory. My evening began with a quick tour around a small farming town just outside Atlanta, Georgia. Having settled into the States upon the arrival of the Puritans, I have marvelled at the progress through the years. Often venturing into the small communities as city life has begun to bore me, causing me to yearn for small town life. While I remain a city lurker for the undesirables that make the most savory meals, my yearning for quiet and solitude seems to have taken over my very being. I wandered the small roads, taking in the scent of green pastures, crisp air and sleeping cattle. Hours passed before I decided twas time to return to the city and find my night's meal. Entering the city streets, the aroma's and atmosphere changed, a sharp contrast to that of where I had come from. Unlike many of my kind, I do not take my cover in alleyways or deep in the shadows when hunting. Its beneath me to hide any more than necessary, as I have worked hard over the centuries to gain an air of elegance and regality. I found a young woman, minutes into my search, her thoughts reaching out to me. I became disgusted at what I saw, the memories she emitted of that night. Visions of her escapades flashed before me. The needle buried deep within her veins, the glazed look to her eyes as a small child of five came into view. Her hand lashing out to strike the child, bringing blood from his small nose. Taking the needle from her arm, she assaulted to wee one yet again, over and over her blows causing pain to course the entirety of the child's body. To stifle his screams, she fills another needle and injects the poor scamp with her own drug of choice, leaving him alone to wander the streets in search of money gained through sexual exploits. Was she merely a victim of circumstance. As I delved deeper into her psyche, I realized she was not. Her life was pleasant, a wealthy family who catered to her every whim as a child, only to spoil her into a life of demands and disownment. She brought this on herself, refusing to appreciate the finer things in life bestowed upon her in her youth.

I watched her closely, every move and expression on her prematurely aged face. She left her post to follow a man on foot, offering money for who knows what sick pleasure she could provide. I followed, still unhidden; however, they paid me no mind. I found it humorous that no matter how closely I followed my prey, I was given nary a glance. Reaching the alleyway, I gained sight of a hideous vehicle, lime green and on its last. The couple entered the vehicle, as I waited, patiently. I wasn't ready to stir up the couple in a frenzy of fright and honestly had no intention of doing more than scaring this poor man straight. Once they finished their dirty deed, the woman stepped from the car first. I pulled her out the rest of the way, moving quickly with her in tow to block the man from opening his door. He would watch me devour this evil, oh yes he would watch. His eyes were wide, he screamed obscenities that would make the most seasoned seamen blush. Paying him no mind, I focused on my meal and stared into her eyes, to ease the screams threatening to issue forth. She remained silent as I pressed onto the arm slightly. Her neck turned to the left side, as if on cue. My teeth came to rest against the pulsing vein that showed ever so brightly. I smiled, daring a glance at the stunned patron of this whore's art. I sunk my teeth into her flesh, the crimson fluid filling my oral cavity, the sweet, metallic taste sending my senses reeling. Of course, the man would continue to scream, but this time in repulse and terror. He wondered if he would meet the same fate, no doubt. The venom from my fangs had caused the whore to feel nothing and soon, she slipped into oblivion. I felt her heart stop, the life leave her body as I licked the wound. The enzymes within my saliva would mask the bite marks, but not heal them completely. Two bluish, purple dots were the only evidence that I had been there other than the words of the man, whom would easily be deemed delusional and insane. Dropping the dead woman's body, I opened the car door and bade the man exit. My face came close to his, my fangs glinting in the dark of the alleyway, suspiciously. I told the man that next time he felt compelled to leave his pregnant wife and children home to lie with a whore, think on this moment for he could be my next victim. I allowed him escape to return to his family, laughing to myself.

My night was not a waste by any means. I savored the night life after my meal was complete and my service to a poor expectant mother and her children were done. I joined the loud music of the club scene, watching the writhing bodies on the dance floors, speaking to no one. Simply observing the world around as I often did. As it was not in my nature to stay in one place too long, I left the night life just before last call and made my way to my lodgings, an old plantation home I had acquired years ago, just after the Civil War. It was time to move on to a different city for just a little while. I would return, but with my many homes around the world, did not know when. This time, I would visit my chalet on the French Riviera and enjoy all it had to offer. I must close this entry at this time as it is time for my departure, the lack of sleep fails to bother me at this time as excitement takes hold. I have spent the day recounting my escapades from last night and sunset is quickly approaching. My servants will lock the house tightly, my things already being taken away for transport to the desired destination. For this eve, I bid you adieu until we meet again.