Vampires
“Are you brooding?” Elizabeth looked up to the goth boy sitting on the fire escape.
Azreal glanced down at the woman in her mid-twenties, she was a vampire like him. He jumped down from the landing to the cement in front of her. “Who are you?” He’d never seen her before.
Elizabeth smiled and cocked her head. “I’m just a lone traveler, walking through this world. As I have done for many, many centuries.” She pointed to some blood on his shirt, “Are you always so sloppy and disheveled? I might become unimpressed in a moments time.” Elizabeth looked to the distance.
“No, wait.” Azreal jumped in front of her. “I never met anyone outside our clan before. I want to know more about you. What is your name? When were you turned?”
“So trusting, the youth of today.” Elizabeth smiled at him. “You know very little about what it means to be a vampire.”
Azreal was a little insulted, “And you would teach me?”
“No dear child.” Elizabeth’s was no longer amused with this boy. The new clan was too green and inexperienced. The expendables were still ruled by animal passions and emotions. Perhaps their sire was to blame. “That would be your Sire’s doing, not mine. I would never sire such a unruly sort.”
“What do you mean unruly?” Azreal tried to keep her attention, he desperately wanted her to stay.
“You brood still. Your melancholy is not an act put on to draw food.” Elizabeth tried to side step him.
“You know how to make it stop? How to make me stop feeling?” Azreal wouldn’t let her go now.
“Yes.”
“How?” Azreal pleaded.
Elizabeth pulled out an iron dagger she’d had concealed in her purse. In a split second she slit Azreal’s throat with it.
Azreal grasped at his neck as he looked upon Elizabeth with both betrayal and shock.
She watched him for a while in mild amusement. His Sire was really was to blame. The night she was turned her Sire began molding her. She was turned then killed quickly afterwards so her emotions would never surface while she learned to feed. The problem with this boy was he had not been killed directly after. She wondered if the rest of the clan inside was the same.
Azreal gasped his last gurgle.
Elizabeth smiled, “Good Night, Sweet Prince.” She pushed him to the ground then went up to finish off the rest of the boys.
After the last one fell in the darkness, Elizabeth sat on a still warm girl from the club. “I hope your Sire doesn’t keep me waiting.”
The hours drifted past, til the day had come and gone. Elizabeth heard a stirring, and the door opened. She stood, awaiting the arrival.
Azreal opened the door with his key and walked inside. He stood in the doorway for his minions to rush to his aid. No one stirred.
“They are dead, they were worthless and weak. Like you were,” Elizabeth stepped into the hallway light. “But I fixed you. You feel better now, I take it?”
Azreal stared at her, he felt nothing. Nothing at all. For a second he wondered if he should feel bad about it, but he did not. He felt no more, and it was a silent comfort. “Yes.” Azreal agreed then walked to his bed to sleep.