THE CONCEALING DARKA Story by Tina Kline A short vampire tale. The darkness soothed her. It was like a peaceful concealing blanket that kept her from sight from those she didn't want to see her. Her very pale face was like a shadow, half hidden by the night. Her eyes shone like two orange embers in the dark. She moved about like a predator, sleek, graceful and dangerous. Her body was clothed in a silky black skirt and blouse, her feet bare. She was hungry, so very hungry. This hunger was like a curse if she let herself think about it too much so she tried not to. It was this curse that had been keeping her alive this last century. And so much she had seen in that century. The amazing things mankind could do and the brutal and terrible things they could do to each other. A hundred years of change in technology but no change in human behavior. Human behavior and way of thinking was no different now than it had been a hundred years ago. She smiled, her fangs sharp and ready. That fact made survival so much easier for her. Ah yes, she would satisfy her hunger and not worry about her despair. This is what she did every night. She kept that despair in check and slipped out into the night from her house. A house in a friendly neighborhood. Not an effluent one but a nice middle class one. She kept to herself, never mixing with her neighbors. Being a night person she simply said when she had to, that she worked at night. No one questioned it. The graveyard shift was common in this modern world. Electricity kept the world lit and going night and day these days, unlike when she had still been human. A car came in handy to get her out of her neighborhood. It did no good to hunt those in her own neighborhood. And if her neighbors saw her driving away each night they would continue to believe her story and that she was human. No, she was a predator and knew that you didn't draw attention to yourself. It was dangerous. She believed it and this night she drove about 25 miles into the neighboring city and parked her car in a park and ride. Slipping out she locked her car and flowed away from it into the city. She sniffed at the air, tasting it. Yes, lots of prey here. The nightlife made hunting so much easier. So many willing humans out hunting for a good time and sex. Yes, so many hunting for sex. They were easy prey and she knew she'd feed quickly and have the whole night ahead of her. She had many interests she liked to do. Read, write, paint and film. She liked making her movies and had many wiling people ready to be in her films. She was no where near being Hollywood but maybe one day. Her movies were getting noticed. The internet came in handy, you didn't need publishing houses or Hollywood to get noticed in today's world. Her little group of actors. Clever ones, smart ones, very talented ones and dumb ones. She never fed from them. She never did anything with them but direct them in her movies and film them. Too close to home to do anything else with them. That included feeding. And engaging in sex acts, which many wanted to do with her. There, near the red light district of this city she found her prey. A young male, healthy and out looking for sex. She could scent his arousal on the night air even from a distance. She moved quickly and was beside him before he knew it. She pressed her body against his. She had no fear of a negative reaction and didn't get one. He turned, surprised but smiled when he eyed the sultry beauty looking up at him. He was, after all, in the red light district and looking for a pretty woman to engage in sex with. “Hi sexy.” he said, his smile eager. “Hello there.” she looked into his eyes and took control of his mind. He was easy. He already wanted her. “Come with me?” “Of course.” his smile was so wide it hurt his face a bit but he didn't care. She led him around the corner of the building they had been standing by on the sidewalk and into the darker shadows. She found an alcove and led him into it. He came willingly. She pulled him into her arms and nuzzled him, making a sexy purring sound. “You're so cold. Let me warm you.” He said, grinding his hips against her, his arousal evident. He was very excited, his breathing sounding like heavy panting. She laughed softly and pulled his head down and put her mouth to his neck. “You're going to love this.” and she sank her fangs into his throat. His blood filled her mouth, so warm and sweet, so full of life. She drank and drank, uncaring of his painful moans. She wanted his death for it would bring her life. She had no caring or compassion for him. He was just food to her and she needed that food to live. It would ease the misery she was feeling. He started to struggle but it was too late. He was already extremely weak. She smiled as best she could with her mouth on his throat and her fangs in his neck. She was near finishing siphoning his blood from his body and soon enough he was dead and she pulled her fangs from his neck and let him drop. The dull thud the corpse made as it hit the pavement only made her smile. She was feeling good now. Really really good. Her pain gone and a wonderful euphoria was flooding her body. She walked away humming and headed back to her car. Once behind the wheel she thought of the tasks ahead of her. Tonight her actors would be arriving soon to work on her current film. She smiled as she started her car and headed home. Now, nicely fed, she was looking forward to the night ahead.
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