by Astor W. Heinemann
Dusk brings new things every night. Last night was feeding time, today she was strong and her skin had a slight glow to it, she almost looked alive. The dark orange colors of the sunset were still visible west, a beautiful sight she always loved as she looked that way out her bedroom window when waking up. The last warm daylight colors blending (or bleeding ) into the cold colors of the night sky until it was pitch black above her head, lightly sprinkled with twinkling stars, her eyes sparkled more than usual and you could see the non-existing glow from outer space in them, the stare in her eyes, as profound as a deep clear lake reflecting the moonlight. It was gonna be a good night.
This city, she loved this city. She wasn't part of a herd, part of no family, she liked it that way, being on her own, making her own rules, answering to no one but herself. The city provided the perfect hiding place. It was alive more at night than during the day time and she blended in perfectly mostly coming and going unnoticed. When she didn't need to feed she enjoyed what could be considered a normal human life. She would go to clubs, meet random groups of strangers and have a good time. Once in a while she would even go home with guys she liked, scratch the itch during a short rendezvous and fly away into the darkness while he slept, not even needing to open the door, as quiet as the still stale air in the room, they were tools and as useful as the moment needed it to be.
She knew from early on when she turned that human food made her nauseous and couldn't be digested. But but alcohol and drugs, they affected her as anybody else. And she used them regularly when she was out partying. Junk, blow, speed, whatever was at hand. Never when she was preying, the hunt needed focus and a clear mind and it also made the hunger pains worse when she used drugs, so at those times she stayed away from them.
Tonight, for the first time since she had been in the city, she approached a man she had been intimate with in the past. Somehow this being seemed special and she was invariably drawn to him, as much as she tried not to. She floated through the crowds, who seemed to split up into a clear pathway just between him and her, conscious about her looks, she straightened her short black dress and teased her hair. She didn't think about it, but his name had never come up during their sexual exploration only a few days ago, just when talking before that, and somehow, as a lot of animals do, it suddenly came back to her. She said hello, not really expecting him to remember but only wanting to take him home tonight. He got up his bar stool, embraced her and warmly greeted her by name: "Connie, Connie, how nice it is to see you. Please join me, will you?" She was a bit confused by this warm gesture, but couldn't resist the charm, so she sat down by his side.
Pleasant, sometimes unusual conversation accompanied by volatile spirits floating over their heads, she leaned closer and closer to him as the night progressed. He would whisper dirty little things to her ear, lightly tickling the flowing black hair around it, she giggled and touched his knees and she could see and feel him getting aroused.
They walked out of the club together, him with his arm around her shoulders to keep her warm from the cold chill of the night, not realizing it was her skin that was naturally cold. Off a few blocks towards his loft, she knew it from before and couldn't wait to get back in bed with him. For some reason she felt very comfortable with him and that made her uncomfortable with herself. But there was nothing she could do about it but surrender to the gravitational pull of the opposite sex.
Hardly out of the elevator he pressed her hard against his apartment door, held her face with one and and her ass with the other while looking at her face, exploring every minute detail before kissing her. She had never let anyone cross the wall of fire that surrounded her, protecting her from the normal world, this guy was walking through it unharmed and she had just given up on trying to analyze it, just gave in to the moment and let things happen.
Gliding toward the bed, by the time they made it there it was as if their clothing had been evaporated by the heated friction caused between their bodies. He laid her down softly and went all over her body licking, kissing, sucking. By now she was in a state of complete and utter disbelief as if an old feeling from three hundred years ago, before she turned, was being forcefully reminded on her. Still, it felt so good she just kept going and going.
She turned him around and got on top of him, following his same pattern all over his body. Then going up to his face, kissing him, then down his ears and finally his neck. He was going crazy.
As she sat up, ready for the unequivocal fleshy insertion that was to follow, she threw her head back and he heard her make a hissing noise which called his attention out from what currently occupied his whole being. When her face focused back on his, he was absolutely horrified by the sight. Fangs stuck out of her teeth line, eyes had turned white and cold, her fingernails scratched at his chest leaving accented red lines behind, his expression turned to panic as he started to scream at the sight of this monster that used to be cute little petite Connie. He started to scream, pulling back from her while trying to jump and run out of bed, but delayed by the slippery satin sheets. She was also panicking, certainly not what she expected out of this night, her face turned back to normal, but he wouldn't stop screaming, she slashed his carotid artery and flew straight off the bed attaching herself to the ceiling right above him as she watched him quickly bleed to death, white satin sheets as spotless as the morning sky on a sunny day, unavoidably being painted red in a matter of seconds.
A single tear fell out her dark eyes unto his body. She quickly picked up her clothes, went to a window that was just cracked open, stared back at the cold corpse she was leaving behind and thought about turning him, but that would mean she'd have to be responsible for this newly created demon monstrosity, so she didn't.
As smoothly and sweetly as a kretek, she flew out the window, the way we think of ghosts floating around silently, untouchable, she went away, only thinking why was it different with this man. The light glow of a newly made day already visible towards the east.
Ende.