A/N: This is the piece that decided that I didn't want to continue the series. I really don't like it. Take a gander, if you want.

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Am I that interesting that you come back to me every night? Well then, I’ll continue my story.

The next night I was at a grand dinner party as Theodore. There was no sign of the puny man with eroded clothing. The beginning of the party has nothing of your interest.

However, I did meet up with William Connor, the brother of Terry Connor, and his fiancé Rosalyn Parks, the daughter of a successful businessman. Her father, who works in the sartorial business, employs William, which had made him rich.

Anyway, I am good friends with the parsimonious man. Not best friends of course, since a vampire and a businessman can’t have a best friend. I had decided that evening to strike up a conversation with him.

“Ah, my good friend William, how are you and your lovely fiancé doing?” Not waiting for them to reply, I added, “Where is your brother?”

“You mean my lowly peon of a brother?!” William asked in disbelief, “He’s down at the quay tonight. How dare you ask me such a thing!” he reproved.

“I’m so sorry,” I lied through my teeth, “It’s quite viscous tonight, don’t you think?”

“Yes. That’s the only bad thing about Louisiana, is that it’s glutinous in the summer and –--“

“I wish there would be a way to tell if it was going to be sultry or not,” Rosalyn interrupted, “Like a magical weatherman or something.”

“That’s nice dear,” William said with an admonishing tone. “Now run along with all your girl friends; I have some catching up to do with Theodore.”

So then we strolled outside, the flock of stars above our heads blinking without a care in the world. We indulged in some more small talk, and he seemed comfortable with that, but I wanted to trudge into his comfort zone.

“Why do you hate your brother so much, William?” I asked frankly, because at the time I was fond of his brother, in more ways than one.

“You honestly don’t know? He’s of the lower class, and he deserves to be hated.”

I imitated in a different voice, mocking him, “You honestly don’t know? He’s of the upper class, and he deserves to be hated,” Then I spat to the ground and offered my epigram, “If you hate people, people will hate you in return.”

“Don’t you start burlesquing everything I say, Theodore!”

“You’re just a bilious man, William. You’re just as culpable as you think your brother is.” Then I fell into a respite, thinking for a moment. I was remembering all the pain that William had caused Terry in the past, which will be revealed later, my sweet. I had a radical impulse to do something evil to make up for it.

You must be thinking that I was in love with Terry. At the time I didn’t have anything but friendly affection for him. Do I fall for him? Heh heh heh, you’ll find this out later too.

Driven by impulse, I veered to the opposite direction we were walking. Stunned, William sauntered to keep up with me. When I reached the house, I moved to the dark corner. When I stopped suddenly, William questioned why I had done this.

“Impulse, William,” I responded, “The same reason why I am going to do this.”

I suddenly struck forward to his neck, baring my sharp fangs. When I bit into his soft skin, he struggled to escape but I compelled him to silence. Moments passed, and the last of his blood dribbled into my mouth, and William’s dead body collapsed on me.

I know how much you love hearing those kind of things, dear. But you wanted to whole story, so I’m not going to censor things out because you don’t like them.

In the dark, I carried the silent body and crept across the land to the lake behind his house, and I dumped his body there. I calmly stepped away from the setting and walked back to the house, where Rosalyn was waiting for me.

“Where is William?!” she asked me, panicking.

“I’m sorry to tell you that while we were walking he tripped over a gigantic tree root and fatally injured his head. I buried his body near the site then walked back over here,” I swiftly conceived the tale.

Hearing the dreadful news, Rosalyn broke down and wept on the shoulder William died upon. When her sobs started to subside, she seemed to have crafted an idea she wouldn’t have thought of if she were stable in mind. She glanced up at me, her eyes glistening in tears, and smiled wickedly.

“You know something, you’re rather like William in many ways,” she began softly, “I’m sure he’d be glad if a friend took care of his fiancé.” She finished with a suggestive wink.

I was opposed to the idea, mind you, but I was so shocked that she would so quickly jilt her love for William for me, I gave in.

“I mean,” she added, trying to justify her idea, “It was only kismet that made him fall to his death.” I found myself nodding to her statement, and she took that as encouragement to kiss me.

I will admit that it was a good kiss, however, as we continued to kiss in the solitude of the dark, a haunting conscience loomed over me, that wasn’t so good. Nonetheless, I followed the idea it told me.

I let her kiss me some more while my hand roamed about me to try and find the dagger that I always stash on myself. When I finally found it, I brought it up and quickly plunged it through her back. I let her beautiful body fall to the ground, her blood seeping out. I took the dagger out of her and I repeated to procedure I did with William. That was when I made my quiet departure home for the night.

Yes, there was no logic behind killing either of them, but I was so young back then, I hope you’ll understand. That night set off a whole set of consequences that led to my demise.

I know what you’re going to ask; how could’ve I died if I’m here before you now? If you ask a question like that, you certainly don’t know enough about vampires. Now, all this talk of feeding is making me hungry; if I were you I would leave. You never know what’ll happen after I succumb to the hunger.

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*sigh* So many open ends. You'll never know what will happen next... ;_; (Unless, of course, I am inspired again or enough people like this weird storyline)