Through the Eyes of a VampireA Story by SagemindThrough the sad eyes of a vampire...Through the Eyes of a VampireI walk the lonely streets of New York with increasing discomfort. I feel my skin; it's marble cold, and not just because of the temperature. I know my skin must be pale, too, paler than snow. The only things that feel warm in my entire body are my eyes; in fact, they burn with unnatural heat. I dab some snow that had accumulated in a gutter on my face, but it dissolves almost on contact with my eyes. I walk past a mirror leaning against the side of a building. I look into its depths--and immediately look away again. There was nothing there. I pause to rest in a doorway, looking at the street. I check my watch: a quarter to two. I'm safe--for now. I step out of the doorway, take a deep breath, and jump. Suddenly, I'm up twenty feet in the air, soaring against the wind, looking down at the roads below. Somone must be out this late. Someone must be. Else it would mean another night of hunger. Suddenly, I spot a person. A woman, I realize with a pang of internal conflict. From the way she kept looking over her shoulder, she seemed to be expecting an attack. Just not one of my kind. With a sigh of sorrow, I swoop down and, in a flash, I'm upon her. She tries to scream but I clamp one of my hands over her mouth, and it comes out as a moan. Giving her no time to struggle, I sink my pointed teeth into her neck. Her blood tastes good, but I barely notice. Like a starving man in front of the first meal in days, I'm focused on consumption, and only consumption, heedless of flavor. She gives a faint sigh and goes unconscious, slumping against me. My need fulfilled and my heart heavy, I lay her in a doorway and take off, sailing through the night. I'm no longer so cold, and my eyes feel almost normal. I look back and see, to my consternation, a grimy-looking thug creeping up on the woman. I may have just turned her into a vampire, but the least I can do is to protect her before she wakes up. I glide back down and take the thug by surprise, slamming him into the pavement. With superhuman strength, I grab the man and throw him against the side of a building. He groans and pulls out a knife. He rushes me and I dodge just in time. Somewhere along the line he lost his knife, and now he jumps on top of me. I throw him off and bring my fist into his face, soundly breaking his nose and cracking his jaw. I give him one last kick for good measure, and then fly away. Looking down at my stomach, I see his knife actually did puncture my skin. With no discomfort whatsoever, I merely pluck the knife out and toss it down onto New York's streets. I am a Vampire.
End. © 2008 SagemindAuthor's Note
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