This is an experimental story, I'm just trying things here, wondering how it will work out.

Summary: A vampire finds a female Empath who can barely control her powers. She almost seems broken. What has happened to her?

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I stared at the bundle in front of me, an oblong pile of dark blue fabric lying pathetically on the concrete floor. It seemed dead to the world – I narrowed my eyes. Then why does it seem alive? The faint whisper of a heart's beating coursed through the air, I could practically hear the blood streaming. But there was no warmth whatsoever, only frozen air. Most likely it was a dying wanderer, uncaring that it was homeless, penniless…being watched. I stepped further into the room, leaving no creaky sound on the wooden floorboards and making sure that my coat wouldn't touch the walls, who knew what had been touching them…what lived around here. Thoroughly and utterly disgusting.

Calmly I kneeled down and sniffed the air, it appeared to be clean. The purest air I'd ever smelled. This being was still untouched. A child most likely, considering its size.

I raised my hands almost giddily to remove the cloth which was found out to be remarkably spotless. Barely a finger's length away something stopped me. The air felt different here, there was a tension that wasn't there before, like electricity. After some long seconds I let my hands retreat. I could have lied them down and still they would have stayed in the air.

This was not normal, but very interesting indeed. Absentmindedly I licked my lips.

"Don't touch me," a soft high voice came from the bundle. See, a child.

"Why?" I asked while standing up, taking with my movement a whisk of her fear, I felt my blood boiling with excitement, but chose to ignore it. This was no hunt after all.

It could be though, a voice reasoned in the back of my mind.

The child rolled away from me, stood up and threw the…coat off of her. It was a long coat, just like I was wearing, only, more feminine. Her head – I had decided that it was a girl – barely reached my shoulder and then she turned around. I stared.

"You are surprised," she commented in a half delighted voice, as if it was more of a fact than an assumption. Like she knew what I was thinking. What I was looking at was no child, but a young woman. Striking green eyes stared at me. However, there was one thing wrong with her, she didn't look like she had been afraid. On the contrary, she looked calm as she bent down to retrieve her coat. Like I couldn't just kill her heart in a split second. Blood crawling down my lips.

"You really shouldn't do that," she remarked while looking up.

We were both watching the other. She held her arms at her sides with her coat in one hand. Her, with those hauntingly beautiful eyes, without a doubt they held the ability to stare straight through someone's soul. Being what I was, it didn't faze me. It was intriguing.

"Why?" I asked instead.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like to die?" She approached me slowly and looked up into my eyes when she was standing in front of me. I noticed how her controlled steps then passed me, with our bodies missing each other only with a hair's length. Again I felt the electricity rise for only one small moment.

"Do you think you're being funny?" I felt the corners of my lips tug upwards and decided to follow her. We were walking on the roof of an old building and stopped at the edge, she sat down on the low brick wall. Her long hair was whipped out of her face by the wind.

"No, but you can die again. It's an odd way of thanking someone," she added as an after thought. Was I supposed to get what she meant? Honestly, she couldn't be thinking of beating me up. "I wonder what you're thinking of," she fiddled a bit with her coat, more wondering whether she wanted to wear it than whether she was actually cold or nervous. "You seem humoured."

There were those eyes again.

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I don't know if I'll keep the following chapters this short or if they'll be longer. So what do you think?