A Nightly Meeting

I stand in my cold, dim apartment. I look at myself in the

broken mirror while I wrap my long, black cloak around my

shoulders. Darkness has put its arms around the land. The

single candle on my table flickers as I open the window and a

nightly breeze caress my face. I smile to myself... At myself?

"Ah... It's time." I feel something bump softly into the back of

my calve. A new smile appears on my face. I laugh and turn

towards the only living thing I've ever loved.

"Yes, Joanna. You can come with me tonight as well." I sit

down and scratch the full-grown doberman lovingly behind her

ears.

I found her in an alley when she was only a pup. That's seven

years ago now. I could easily have killed her back then, but we

needed each other.

I get up and head for the door.

"Come! A new night awaits us."

We wander through the city, Joanna and me, and look at it's

swarming nightlife. I stop by a dark store window to take a final

look at myself. Even one of the night's creatures can be a bit

vain. I see a tall, slim man stare back at me from the window.

He has long black hair, ice blue eyes and pale skin. I smile at

my reflection and enjoy what I see as the fangs are exposed. I

run my fingers through my hair and let out a little laughter

before I call Joanna, and we move on.

We continue to roam the streets for a couple of hours,

apparently without any purpose, then suddenly I catch the

well known scent of vague female fear.

"Come, Joanna! I've found her." I walk with quick steps

towards the source of this intoxicating smell, and once again I

can feel the hunger gnawing in me. It's always a girl. Every

night I find her; the nervous woman who run away at the

slightest sign of danger. I appreciate a good hunt.

We round a corner and there she is, a small, thin blonde

wearing a pure white dress. She's beautiful. Beauty is always a

plus. It gives the blood a certain extra touch to the taste. I

walk normally in her direction. She stiffens. I can smell her fear

like a perfume. I increase my speed. She screams and starts to

run.

"Delightful," I say to myself before I run after her. I only chase

her for a couple of hundred feet down the street before I let my

hunger overpower me and I catch up with her. I twist her head

to one side and bite her hard and fast. My fangs cut quickly

through her skin. She is not screaming anymore. The salty-

sweet blood runs freely over my tongue. Lovely! And once

again immortality is perfect...