Chezire: My Vampire

Chapter One: More of You

Night hides all secrets, secrets that day wishes to light upon. That is why so many creatures live for the night, away from the bright sun that wishes to purify thier soul. They creep along in the shadows, they hide in alleyways, they live in dark, beautifully morbid underground societies, or in dark, high towers of castles long forgotten.

When the wind blows a slight, warm breeze from a nearby ocean, and the bats fly about a city, screeching in search of the bugs they feed upon, is the best of nights for these creatures of night to prowl. Silently, living from night to night, feeding on many sorts of prey. Their prey is varied, but all of the victims have one thing in common. Blood. The smooth, crimson liquid that pumps through their viens. The same liquid that sustains these pale, cadaverous creatures of the nights.

Vampires.

Yet, this night was cold. Freezing in fact. Snow slowly fell to the ground, blanketed it in white snow, the color of purity. Of course, once Spring came around, that snow would melt, and become dirty with mud, impure with mud.

A woman was walking through this cold viel of night, however. She was tightly wrapped in her winter coat, but still, the cold bit at her body. The cold always found ways around her winter coats, it seemed. Her arms were tightly tucked around her small body, trying to keep the biting cold out. Her eyes wandered around the street every now and then, but she was doubtful of finding anyone. It was too late, and too cold for the sane to be walking.

Imagine her suprise when her eyes spotted a small boy, perhaps no older than ten, spinning under a street lamp. His clothes were ragged, and torn. The boy's hair was wild, unkept, and unexplainably long. As if feeling her eyes on him, the boy stopped, and turned, glancing at the woman with innocence. The little straps of his dirty had hung by his face, and slightly danced in the cold night air.

"Good evening, ma'am." The raven-haired boy smiled, and his black eyes slightly glittered in happiness. A happiness only children could show when meeting a stranger.

"Why are you out so late at night, boy?" asked the woman, her voice soft with worry as she took a couple of steps towards him. The boy was so pale, she thought he was cold.

"I don't have anywhere to go, ma'am." replied the boy, suddenly he seemed depressed. His eyes flitted to the ground, and he stared at his red sneakers. One of his shoes, noted the woman, had a hole near the toe. How could this boy stand to be out in this cold with such clothes?

"Oh, come now, you must have a home." whispered the woman, almost afraid to hear the answer. This city was a large one, and a parent, tired of responsibility, could easily ditch a child here. The woman's heart twinged in sadness at this thought. Steadilly, she watched the boy.

He had yet to answer her question. His coal black eyes seemed locked on the ground, where the toe of his foot was making odd little doodles in the snow. The woman took another step towards the boy, feeling as if she already knew the answer. Placing her hand on his thin shoulder, she gave him a sympathetic look once he looked up.

"C'mon, child, you can stay at my home for the night." whispered the woman. Slowly, she started to walk again, holding the ten-year-old's cold hand in her own. A deep sadness fell over her thoughts as she wondered what had happened to the young boy. So lost in her thoughts was the woman, that she didn't notice the predator glint flashing through the boy's onyx black eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, the woman was shivering with unspeakable coldness. Her fingers were numb as she tried to open the door to her apartment. The boy stood besides her, innocently watching her. After her fourth attempt at trying to get the key into the lock, the boy took the key from the woman. The lady watched him curiously, but he didn't pay her any mind.

Shoving the key into the lock, he opened the door with the kick of his foot and walked on in. The woman murmured a thank you, too cold to find his manners rude, and followed her visitor inside. Once she was in, she sighed happilly at the warmth of her home. Closing the door to keep the chilly night air out, she went into the living room, where see saw the boy disappear into.

He had shed his ragged coat, and was wearing an exquisite dark green, apparently silky shirt. The woman's eyebrows furrowed and she approached the boy again, wondering why he was wearing such a shirt. But, she shrugged it off, and asked, "Are you hungry, little guy?"

Turning to the woman, the boy's onyx eyes almost seemed to be blazing. He smiled at her, and nodded, "Yes, I am very ravenous, ma'am."

Surprised, the woman took a step back, eyes wide. The boy's eyeteeth were horribly like fangs. Suddenly, the legend of vampires ran through her mind, and the woman shivered at the mere thought. The boy surely resembled that creature of legend, with his coal black eyes, and black hair. And such pallid skin.

"Uhm, what would you like?" asked the woman, trying to steer her mind away from that horrible legend. She slipped off her coat, and laid it on the couch, smoothing out the wrinkles in her cold, dampened coat. The boy took a few steps towards her, and smiled. Placing a small hand, with long, nimble fingers on her arm, he looked her in the eye.

The woman's dark green eyes locked onto his, and she shifted uncomfortably, yet didn't look away. She couldn't. It seemed like he had paralyzed her with his eyes. No matter how much her mind screamed, she couldn't pull away, she couldn't look away. Her heart pounded fearfully against her chest, and the boy pressed his ear against her breast, listening to that heart.

"W-w-what are you doing?" whispered the woman, unexplainably fearful. This was just a child, just a small boy. Yet, there was something strange about this young boy. Slowly, the boy looked up at her, his ear still pressed to her bossom, and he drawled out, "I'm listening to your heart. Listening to your blood."

The woman felt her heart skip a beat, and she held her breath. He smirked at this, and she instantly heard the old legends of vampires echoing through her head. The boy stood up on his tip-toes, tall for his assumably young age and brushed his lips against the short woman's neck. The woman let out a strangled sound, that resembled a scream, yet still did nothing.

"Do not worry, child." said the boy, in an almost mocking tone, "It will not hurt."

Before she could even open her mouth to make a plea, the boy drove his fangs into her neck. She let out a louder, strangled scream as the pain shot though her. But the boy held to her upper arms with firm hands. Unbelievably strong for such a young boy. Yet, he wasn't young now, was he?

Slowly, tears fell from the woman's eyes, and her bottom lip trembled. She left the boy slowly sucking the blood from her neck, slowly sucking away her life. Salt tears continued to stream down her face, but stopped when she felt the boy's hand reach up. His long, white fingers wiped the tears away.

Her eyes widened, and she squeaked. She was beginning to feel weaker, weaker as her life was drained from her. Suddenly, the boy pulled away, the dark red crimson blood dripping over the corners of his mouth and down his chin, staining his white skin. He took a step back, and let go of the woman.

Unable to keep herself up, she weakly fell to the couch behind her. Her eyes were wide, and silent tears slowly fell down them. She was unable to think, unable to move. Her viens screamed for more blood, her heart pumped roughly, trying to circulate the left-over blood. Crouching down, the boy smiled at the woman. It was a soft, oddly gentle smile despite the blood on his lips.

Bringing his white hand to her face, he closed his eyes and whispered some strange language. The woman felt her eyelids weigh down, and slowly close. Fatigue started to fall over her, and her tears were wiped away by the boy. Before actually drifting off, the woman felt an odd sensation on her neck, a tingling of sorts, where the boy had drank from her. Once the woman was safely asleep, the boy grabbed his ragged coat and donned it.

"When you awake," Sang the boy in a clear voice, "You will not remember me. To you, all this will have been a dream. Sleep on, child, sleep on. Continue to live, and be preyed upon. For if you live, I can continue to live too, and I can return for more of you."

Slowly, a smile slipped over the boy's face, and he look contented. Turning away from the woman, he left the living room. Taking his time, he strolled to the door, taking one last backward glance upon opening the door, he quickly went over the threshold. Securing the door behind him, he breathed in the crisp cold air, and walked down the street. Soon, he had melted into the shadows, this young boy of legend, and he left no trace of his visit to the woman behind. Not even a wound.

End of Chapter One