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“Are you happy now you putrid little souls? I have taken another ones life!” I look over to the piles of dark denim and white, that is the only remembrance of pure, sweet Miss Julia. Sadly, my hunger was too strong to even spare her an ounce of her soul. I despised myself for it, yet I felt so satisfied. I loath myself for it. I warned her. I had warned her of her impending death. Are you sure you want to do this? How ever vague it was, it was still a warning. Most women take heed to it and go no further. But I should have known that Julia would be a rare case. A rare case indeed. She was so pure, but had seen dark times. I can only feed on the purest of the pure. Sadly, that was she, willing to give herself to me. That shall always be her biggest mistake of her life. I have made bigger. Sigh. I clap the lights off and lie back in my bed, full of self loathing of myself and how satisfied I am from feeding from that girl. I wish that I did not love this… this satisfaction of consuming this girl in both body and soul. Body and soul. It is how I feed. I am rare among my own kind. I, and I reiterate, am a monster. Chuckles. Are you still wondering what creature am I? Well, keep guessing. I am not telling anytime soon. Shades closed, I am still able to sense the searing sun, rising. I growl at the feel of it, coursing through my bones, right before I fall to rest for today.

“Mamma! Papa!”

  “Son!”

  Everything was in slow motion.

  Correction.

  We were in slow motion.

  Everything behind us was a blur.

  I was running, running to my parents. They were surrounded by a crowd. The crowd was both of mortal and creatures of the dark and the night. They were persecuting my family. I was only a child. Only a child, as I watched as stakes, knives, axes, machetes, and pitch forks were stabbed and forced into them and were set afire. The preacher---our preacher---read from The Bible. Mamma, Papa, and I were regular church goers, yet he read from that bible as if my parents were some sort of demons. We were human. We were all human. There was no such thing as the supernatural. We were human! But in still, my parents turned to ash as if they were not of the mortal nature.

  Then, the mob faced me.

  There were no creatures there, except for our mortal friends and neighbors, my teachers.

  I backed away.

  “I am human!” I cry. “I swear! I am human! I am not a monster!”

  “Demon!”

  “Monster!”

  “Burn him!”

  “Stab him!”

  “Drown him!”

  “Crucify him!”

  “Burn him alive!”

  The crowd was silenced by the sudden appearance of a dark figure. The figure held up its hand and spoke, “Stop thissssssss! Stop thissss at onccccccccccceeeeeeeee! Leave thissss child alone! He isssss mine!”

  Both ecstatic and clueless, I run to the creature and hug him with all my might. “Thank you! Oh thank you for saving me!”

  “You are mosssst welcome my child.”

  When I look up into the face of my savior, I scream. I scream at the horrid, gruesome, contorted, oozing, disgusting face that was looking down upon me. “Help! Help!” I cry and begin to pull away. “Somebody help me!” I look around, but no one is there. I look back up at my gruesome savior. “W-who are you? W-what do you want?”

  It only smiled and said, “Evil and Darkness shall consume you now.” It began to feast on my flesh.

  I screamed in pain, feeling its teeth and fangs tear into me with such force and determination I felt I was about to faint. I screamed in pain. I yelled for help. No one came. They had all disappeared. Dispersed. No matter how hard I tried its grip never loosened.

I finally awake, screaming and dripping in sweat, after witnessing my entire left side being consumed by that… I shiver at the thought of it. I never want to know what that thing was. I check outside and notice that it is exceptionally dark and gloomy outside this afternoon. “Good, I need to take a nice long, long walk to be rid of the infernal nightmare.”

  I despise how I remember that night with such clarity. It was the worst of my life. And I do mean the worst. I tried to pull from the beast, though I believed I would never be free from its grasp. Somehow I had and ran away. Far, far away from that place. It was no longer my home. Not anymore. Not after all of what had happened. I ran far from there and did not stop until I was far away from those lit torches and deep within the dark woods. I was away from them. Away from civilization. Away from everyone… or so I thought.

“Sucky?”

  I look up from my hands, my sight blurry. I could barely make out the dark figure before me. My heart studded to a stop… Or had it ever began beating after my encounter with that beast?

  “Sucky-Ducky?”

  “Quack! Quack!” I say out of a pure involuntary act.

  “Ducky!” The dark silhouette rushed over towards my and wrapped its arms around me. It jerked back “Ducky… you’re cold. What did that monster thingy do to you?” When I didn’t answer, she continued. “Well, it’s alright, Ducky.” She hugged me again. “I’m just happy you’re okay…. Ducky? What exactly did that monster thingy do to you?”
  Flashes of red, flesh, teeth, and fangs corrupted my mind. And once again, I ran.

  “Ducky? Ducky!”

  I kept running till I was to a clearing and was tackled to the ground.

  “Not so fast Sucky-Ducky! Don’t you know it’s rude to run away from your friends?!”

  “Friends?” I finally look up at the silhouette, standing before me in the moon light. “Melarvious Myth, you gave me such a fright. I did not know that it was you.”

  She kicks my shin. “Well who else would call you Sucky-Ducky, Sucky-Ducky?”

  I smile. “I guess you are right about that, and your kicks are as weak as ever.”

  “Sucky!”

  “Now, now Melarvious. No whining. And should you not be with your family? It is late and you are far from them.” I said, standing.

  “I want to be with you Sucky. I don’t want you to be alone during what you’re about to go through. You’re going to need company for that.”

  “What am I about to begin going through, Melarvious Myth?”

  “Your change from mortal to a creature of the night and the dark.”

  “What? Melarvious, I know that your parents tell us of all these stories of creatures that lurk about once the moon comes up, but you cannot expect me to believe that those stories are true. They are just tiny things to preoccupy our feeble minds.”

  “But they are real Sucky. I’m even one of them. My Mamma and Papa adopted me. They told me so. They say I am a creature with fangs and a thirst for human blood, but that will only come once I hit”---she cringes--- “puberty.”

  “A vampire? You expect me to believe that you are a vampire?”

  “”Yes!” she whines.

  “Well I do not.”

  She tackles me, her fangs bared.

  I scream. “Okay! Okay I believe you!” Once she gets off me and I dust off and say, “But that still does not mean that I am a creature of the night and of the dark.”

  “Yes it does Sucky-Ducky. That monster thingy eated and comsumeded your flesh. You are of evil and darkness now Sucky and the change you’re going to be going through will be a bad one. Mamma and Papa told me so. They even said I could run away with you. They also warned me to be careful around you, after several centuries. I told them I would… even though I’m really not sure what they meant by that.”

  I sigh. “Melarvious, I am sorry. I do not believe you.” I walked into the night, with Melarvious close behind me. She never left my side, even when I finally did begin to feel the changes, as she said I would. Melarvious has always been a true friend.

Snapping out of my flashback, I hear my flesh moaning in soft hunger. “That is odd,” I mumble to myself. “It usually takes several days before my skin awakens in absolute starvation, and I fed only last night.” An image of the sweet, pure Miss Julia flashed through my mind. She was smiling at me in the coffee house, sitting on the opposite side of me.

She is laughing. “Wow! I don’t think that anybody has made me laugh this much in… ever.” A soft muffled chuckle escapes, and I smile.

  “I am both pleased and delighted to make such an attractive woman as you, light up this entirely dull café.”

  She stops smiling and turns serious. “So you think I’m attractive?”

  “Yes,” I smile. “Very much so. Your smile lights up this entire room, this entire establishment.”

  She smiles, once again. “What kind of fool do you take me for? Do you think I am that clueless? I know why you brought me here. I know why you’re being so nice to me. I am not an idiot.”

  “I never said you were, Miss Julia. I invited you here, to a public place, with plenty of witnesses around, to notice if something were to go wrong, which it will not, to share in a pot of coffee and converse with you. I am being nice to you, because it is in my nature, and I believe that every person on this earth, especially women, should be spoken to with the kindness, respect, and decency they deserve. And Miss Julia, you deserve more than this world has to offer.” I smile. “I also know that you are not an idiot. I never said, or thought, that you were. On the contrary, I believe you to be a smart, well educated, intelligent, pure, and wise young woman. I would not say that you were an idiot in the least. Far from it actually.”

  Once again, the girl was speechless. She was amazed that a man could be as truthful, honest, open, and flattering as I. She absolutely loved it. Sadly, her night of pure happiness would have to end, and very soon.

  “Well, it is getting a tad late, do you not think? I should be heading home.” I look over to Miss Julia and see the disappointment in her eyes. “I know this may be a bit sudden, but seeing as your situation is less then accurate for a woman of your demeanor. Would you care to accompany me home? Just until you are able to get back on your own two destined-to-be-independent-again feet. I will warn you that I have a one bedroomed apartment, and I shall do the gentlemanly thing and let you have the bed. I shall sleep on the couch in the living room.”

  “You don’t have to.” Her came out in on swift breathe and it sounded more like Yadavvta. “I mean,” she blushes. “You don’t have to give up your bed…. We could…share.”

And all of you know what happened after that, I need not go into that once more. I stroll the streets, wearing my dark glasses. It is very refreshing to be out of that stuffy loft, especially after that dream and Miss Julia’s clothes still littering my room. That was always the toughest part of my feedings. The clothes never left after the woman did. I had to figure out what to do with them. I would most likely either burn them in my fireplace or give them away to the Salvation Army. And seeing as how fire and I are not much on speaking terms, I am leaning more towards the Salvation Army. I forge up the clothes and head towards the nearest by Salvation Army only six blocks from here.

  “Good afternoon Miss Maria Lyck. Good afternoon Mister Wayne Heath. How are the both of you doing this dark and gloomy day?”

  “The opposite of how it is outside Mr. Stranger,” Mr. Wayne smiles.

  “Fine and dandy, but I will say that is quite a surprise to see you before the sun have even set. I mean, the sun’s at its highest right now. I thought you would be at home in your coffin still sleeping.”

  I chuckle. “Well, no late afternoon naps for me this day. An acquaintance of mine begged to come and drop off this attire. She said it was an outfit an old lover bought her, and that she truly did not wish to be bothered by its memories. Honestly, I believe she has thrown out beautiful attire. But, hey, one person’s horrible memories are another person’s gorgeous outfit full of wonderful memories to come. You know what Miss Maria? I believe this outfit would fit you perfectly.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t. I want some other person’s wonderful memories to fill these threads.”

  “As you wish, but if you shall excuse me. I shall be off. Mr. Wayne. Miss Maria.” I leave salvation and continue to wonder around, hoping my nightmare shall disperse. And I know what you are thinking. How could I offer up clothing that was from a pure soul that I had killed out of hunger? Simple, I knew she would not take them. I knew Miss Maria would deny the clothing for herself that she knew that somebody else would love just as much as she. She is so pure, herself. I will never touch her. It would hurt Wayne oh too much. Smirks. Ah…yes, you were not able to see the way that Mr. Wayne was looking at the lovely Miss Maria. I was. It was filled with so much love and compassion. The way he looks at Miss Maria reminds me of the way that I used to look at… Anyway, Mr. Wayne is just too shy to confront the keeper of the key to his heart and venture into both scary and thrilling, unknown territory. Hm? Or you are wondering why I “lied” to Miss Maria. I did not lie. As I said before, I cannot lie. I had read Miss Julia’s mind. She wanted to be rid of the outfit and absolutely despised the fact that she was thrown out of her lover’s home wearing it. She was going to beg me to rid it of her presence today anyhow…. I just wish she could have. Oh! Such a pure, pure, untainted soul as hers has gone to waist. I the one that wasted it. She would have had a lovely career. She would have had a marvelous husband, beautiful children---twins; one boy and one girl. She would have had it all, and it would have come too, if she had not met me. Every mortal woman’s life that I had entered into, when I needed to feed, their lives would have turned out beautifully. They would have… Come again? No, I cannot see into the future, but I can give very strong predictions and none have been wrong thus far.

  My skin moans in agonizing starvation, as I dodge, bob, and weave through every mortal upon the street in my shadowed shield. This is truly odd. Nothing like this has ever happened before. It usually takes from a few days to a week. Now, it has only taken a day and the urges a stronger than usual. The hunger feels too strong for even me to ignore, but I must ignore them. I must fight through them. I have many times before, and I shall now. Up ahead, I spot a curvaceous young woman standing at the street corner pouting. Her attire was more suited for a sunny day, than a gloomy one: a white sundress. I attempt to avoid her, but something pulls me toward her. The next thing I know, I have her by the shoulder and force her lips hard to mine. I moan at the feel of her soft plump lips against mine and the delicious taste of her strawberry lip balm. Strawberries have always been my most favorite desert. I press her lip more against mine, take her, and feed till I am full. Sadly, for her, that meant till all that was left of the girl was a pile of white. I smile in satisfaction, knowing that no one noticed no one saw an ounce of what had just happened here, that no one ever will, and how I felt no pain or remorse for taking this young woman’s life. I did not even know her name. I did not ask before I fed. Strangely enough, I did not care. I do not care. I just wanted… more.

  No! I refuse to give into this monster that I am! I refuse to let it take over me once more. I swore never again. Never again shall I let evil and darkness consume me fully. The creature flashes through my mind once more. I cringe and scream at its sight and the way it reaches out to me. It beckons me. It urges me to come back to its side. I fall to my knees, gripping my head, screaming into the dusk. I don’t want the monster within to become the monster without. Not again. “Please, Lucifer, not again. I beg of you!!!” I sense someone coming near.

  I turn my attention to a gorgeous curvaceous woman in a sharp, tailored white suit, walking my way. I sniff the air and smile. “Pure…” I nearly hiss the word. I stand, let down my shield, and step towards the lovely young woman. “Hello Miss,” I hold out my hand. “I pray that I am not being too forward when I say that you a very beautiful. May I ask your name?” My hand rose in a greeting, she takes it and instantly gasps in pain. I smile. “Just as I suspected, pure as the day is searing. What is your name Miss?”

  “Melvie Marrs.”

“Ducky! Call me Melvie! We’ve been friends long enough that you don’t have to always be so formal with me!”

I shake my head and release her hand. “It is a pleasure Melvie. I wish you a pleasant night.” I let back up my shield and make haste back towards my loft. “I am locking myself within in the confines of my room for a century. By then, I should have died from utter and complete starvation.”

  Without even knowing, until too late, I grab up another young woman and take her body and soul. I smile as the pile of white and blue jean that now sits upon the ground. I laugh and head home satisfied, for now.