CHAPTER 5

At this point it occurs to me that I may inadvertently be portraying myself as some sort of noble being, perhaps you perceive me as being a tortured human soul trapped in a shell of evil. Let me assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. Maybe an insight into my method of hunting will reassure you that I am a truly evil being.

Tonight is a prime example of my methodology. All I require is four pints of fresh blood each and every day to survive. As long as this blood is reasonably healthy and free from drugs or other toxins my symbiote is happy. I however have needs of my own to fulfil, desires to satisfy, wants to indulge. Tonight I had a fancy for the blood of a virgin girl, for nothing satisfies my dark soul more than innocence corrupted.

My venue was a nightclub situated beside a shopping mall in lower Los Angeles. I am attracted to loud music, I love the latest dance and trance tunes so I am a regular visitor to this venue, however none there will remember me as I never visit under the same guise. I approached the entrance to the club at eleven pm, in the form of a twenty year old male dressed impeccably in black, with elegant dark hair swept forwards over a strong brow, deep blue eyes framed by a dark tan on a slightly Hispanic face. This was not my hunting form, merely one I knew would present me with no problems in gaining access. Indeed I have any number of methods at my disposal to gain entrance, including simply slaughtering the bouncers or moving past them faster than they could see, but I do prefer a discrete approach.

Once inside I made my way to the bar where a pretty young barmaid handed me a cold bottle of lager, her eyes lingering on me as she served others after. I ignored her as I was not after her type tonight, and as I stood at the bar I cast my mental net in search of my perfect victim. Almost immediately I picked up another Vampyr inside the building, on the other side of the packed dancefloor. At the same instant she felt my presence, and my eyes pieced the smoky atmosphere to lock with hers. She had assumed the form of a young girl with short black hair and a perfect English complexion, clothed in a figure hugging dress of shimmering black satin. Why we chose black clothing over all others is a mystery, but it is something we all do. Perhaps it is due to the darkness of our nature. We exchanged a burst of thought, each admonishing the other to stay clear. Once done, I dismissed her from my mind as I had spotted my victim.

She sat with a group of friends to one side of the dancefloor, a bottle of Smirnoff Ice in front of her and several within her according to the fogged state of her mind. She was young, perhaps seventeen at the most, and as I focussed on her I peeled away layer after layer of her mind, exposing the core of her soul, her self doubts, her insecurities, her entire life lay before my gaze. It was easy to pick, from the mist of perceptions and random nonsense that the normal Human mind consists of, an image of the kind of man she was seeking tonight. Once I had his image in mind, I stepped back from the bar into a dark corner and willed the change upon me.

I stepped forward again, this time as an eighteen year old Caucasian male dressed in a tight black tee shirt and baggy combat trousers, again in black. My dark hair gleamed in the pulsating lights as I took to the dancefloor and joined the gyrating bodies moving in perfect synchronicity to the thumping music. As I danced, I turned to face her and sent an arrow of thought to her, just enough to attract her attention. She turned to face me, and her puzzled look faded as a warm smile spread over her face as she spotted me. I smiled back, and walked towards her. Her friends gave me appraising glances as I took her hand in mine and led her back onto the dancefloor. We talked briefly over the sound of the music, and it was so easy to pick the responses she wanted to hear from her mind to the questions she asked. We retired to the bar where I purchased us drinks and we talked more, all the while impressing her with my wit and banter, moulding the conversation to suit her preferences. I could simply have taken control of her mind and willed her to go with me, but where is the fun in that? Seduction is so much more satisfying to my nature. We talked, we danced, we drank, and all the while I tailored my personality and responses to become her ideal partner, the sort of perfect gentleman she sought from the crowds of self obsessed young fools which she rejected out of hand as being unsuitable. As the night drew to a close and the slow songs started, I knew she would surrender to me tonight. We danced so closely, our bodies tight together as we moved against each other on the darkened dancefloor, a couple amongst others, and I sensed her lust and curiosity slowly overcoming her fear as we kissed deeply, tongues sliding against each other. The music stopped, the lights came up, and when I asked her if she would like to join me at my home for coffee, she spared her friends only the most cursory glance as she agreed and I escorted her out into the fragrantly warm night.

We strolled arm in arm to my car, a beautiful black BMW Eight series which drew her admiration, and as I opened the door for her she stroked a finger down my cheek and across my lips, and I could not resist taking her finger into my mouth and biting it gently, drawing just a small amount of her blood, as she winced slightly I gently soothed her mind with a feeling of peace and warmth as I tasted her hot blood on my tongue. Oh, the blood of a virgin is a sweet treat indeed, and I felt my bloodlust increase markedly. I closed her door and stepped round to the drivers side of my car, glancing towards the club doors to see if anyone had noticed our departure. I scanned the minds of those I saw quickly, noticing the arrow sharp spear of the female Vampyr mind as her thoughts peaked in ecstasy, and the urgent scarlet fear of her victim as he became her prey. I smirked to myself as I climbed into the car, started the engine and quickly drove into the night.

I revved my beautiful car through the gears, my speed increasing all the while and the tires squealing for grip as I expertly slalomed through the quiet streets, my young victim at first frightened by our velocity but soon loving the exhilaration of it, and as we joined the freeway I took my car all the way up to its unrestricted speed of over one hundred and eighty miles per hour, my superb reflexes and incredible night vision able to cope perfectly with any minor road imperfection or other hazards. At this my victim became a little agitated, even more so when I turned off the headlights and sped through the darkness, so I sent soothing waves of peace through her mind, enough to take away the majority of her agitation but not enough to completely stop the flow of adrenalin, which makes the blood so sweet. I reached the exit I required and slowed the car just enough to negotiate the turn, and then sped on through dark streets to finally reach my destination, a secluded area of grassland at the top of a cliff overlooking the vast dark ocean. I stopped the car and shut off the engine, and without a word I climbed out of the car and opened her door, taking her unresisting hand in mine.

I led her to the edge of the cliff and we lay together then, her sweet young body responding to my expert touch as I slowly undressed her and lay her before me, her soft perfect skin glowing in the gentle starlight. I entered her slowly, and as we moved together, bringing her to the point of orgasm with her cries and moans floating up into the darkness, and as her mind glowed with the ecstasy of fulfilment I changed before her eyes, becoming my true self. Her eyes widened and every muscle in her body locked as she screamed her horror into the black night as I carried on thrusting into her. Her hands beat ineffectually at me as I stroked her throat with one finger, and sliced deeply into the artery with one talon. A scarlet spurt of her hot sweet blood arced into the air as I fastened my mouth to the wound, and as the full horror of what was happening hit her she let out such a shriek of torment as my symbiote thrust its tendrils into her open artery. The bliss and rapture filled my mind as I orgasmed at the same time as I fed, her struggles underneath me reaching a frenzy as she fought against her rapidly approaching death, to no avail.

All too soon her blood was drained and she lay underneath me, cooling rapidly. I stood up and dressed myself, throwing first her clothes and finally her cold corpse over the cliff to the waiting hungry sea. I knew she would be discovered soon, as had all my victims, and no doubt an investigation would commence, but I knew I would be safe from detection as who would believe a creature such as myself could be responsible? Let the authorities try to find and destroy me. I have been hunted before throughout the ages. Some of the hunters have come perilously close to discovering me, and it adds a little spice to be the prey rather than the hunter. Let them try. They will seek answers, and what they will find is destruction and darkness.