Endless

The world is not what you think.  Half of you think that we don't exist, that we are nothing more than stories invented to scare children.  The rest of you believe, that we are supernatural beings of pure evil, transforming ourselves into bats and all sorts of things.  The truth is, that we are something else entirely.  We don't transform, we don't sleep in coffins and I have never met one of my kind who would dress in a cape.  Sadly, we are the tortured souls who walk the earth beside you, sit on buses next to you and have more than likely, slept in a bed next to you.  We eat, we sleep, we shit and we fuck.....just like the rest of you.  The difference is that we are immortal and that we feed on the blood of Humanity.  We are cursed to live an eternity, to watch those whom we love die, over and over and over again.  I have lived for over 400 years.....drinking the life blood of the guilty, the corrupt and the evil of mankind.  Many of you crave our immortality, believing it to be the ultimate commodity; you are wrong.   I would give everything that I am, to grow old with the woman I love and to end my craving for blood  When the hunger begins, we have to act upon it regardless of what we are doing...if we do not, our possessive thirst drives us to kill anyone we come in contact with.  I have swore an oath, to protect those who are innocent and to kill those who are not.  I am a vampire and I feel entirely alone.

Sometimes at night, I go to a bar, when the loneliness consumes me.  I sit and watch as people interact with each other, in the hope of meeting a suitable partner for Sex, love or companionship.  I envy their humanity and everything it represents.  Night after night, woman and men approach me, illustrating their intentions, and I do not engage.  I have had an exaggerated lifetime, to perfect my body and my looks, only to find that my attractiveness worsens my curse.  I crave laying naked beside a beautiful woman once more, to feel her beating heart against my chest while I probe my fingers inside of her making her moan with ecstasy.  Instead, I remain on the sidelines and my only satisfaction is the look in the eyes of the damned, when I sink my teeth into their throats and send
them into oblivion.  My last victim was a predator of wildlife.  A super rich fool with a Bank balance larger than his brain.  This animal hunter prided himself in drawing beautiful and exotic creatures out of protected areas and into open ground where he and his wife would execute them for trophies.  I took great pleasure in ripping his wife's throat out in front of him so that he could watch her die in their own bedroom.  Then the hunt began; with me letting him feel what it was like to become the hunted rather than the hunter.  I watched as his fat ass quickly moved in the opposite direction of his dying wife, in the hope that he could reach his gun cabinet in a last ditch attempt to stop me.  His efforts were futile.  As I turned the corner, he off loaded at least 20 rounds into my upper body while I continued to walk towards him.  I could smell his blood through his pores before I closed in for the kill, slicing his throat with my blade as his warm blood rained down on my face and hands......a beautiful kill, and a deserved one at that.  The climax to their deaths ended with me mounting their heads on the same walls as the innocent victims killed before them; a fitting justice.