We all have desires; they make us human. We reflect on past moments where we held back taking action because of your fears and insecurities. I like to look back at these moments; I like to explore what could have been or almost was. There is no better story teller than YOU. I often try to explore your own curiosities, desires and limits to bring out a greater reality for you. So I write from the second person point of view (your own point of view) to bring you into the story as if you're reliving it; without those fears and insecurities that stopped you in the first place.
Soundly asleep. Your body comforted and relaxed against the softness of the bed sheets. You’re mind is at peace and your thoughts are emptied. You barely move. A great difference from the many mornings were you tossed and turned, having repeated mystic dreams. One dream had you running through woods lost and afraid, searching for your family but the endless tall trees, and darkness had you in an endless loop. Another dream, had you in a boat on the roaring river. You had lost someone who had jumped out into the water and you frantically rowed searching for signs of life, as your boat was overtaken by the power of nature, slowly drowning you into its deepness. And the strangest of all, started with you high above a large stone alter. You could see a sea of people all calling out your name and cheering for you. You couldn’t understand why. You could only feel how hard it was to stand in front of them because you were decorated by heavy jewelry and exotic clothing all over body. Yet you raised your hands towards this adoring crowd. They cheered loudly. Each afternoon, you would wake up confused. Either sweating, or dizzy, heart racing, or feet tired.
This time was different. What had changed? What had happened that night. As you slowly opened your eyes, you reached your fingertips to your lips. The taste was different. Suddenly bringing yourself to a seated position, your eyes start to scan the room. You were alone.
Then you reflected on the night and the mysterious man you met. The man named Kaleb. Things had not gone how you had expected. Not in the least. Not like any night where you brought someone home with you. Although, not often, there came times where your body could not resist. Your body lusted for contact. It lusted to taste. A taste of humanity unlike any other. Your body would seduce a man, or women, into a trance of pure indulgence. Your eyes would connect into their souls. Your touch melted their hearts. Your lips against theirs made them helpless. Your naked body against theirs would release their thoughts into an abyss, as they would lay their paralyzed to your every move, while you lips continued to explored their body. Your kisses down around their necks, would make their blood boil. You would move down to their chest, kissing them down their waste, kissing their thighs, and as their blood flowed through them faster and faster, your teeth sharpen, preparing, sinking into the lower vein. You….were a vampire.
You weren’t a vampire like in children’s books, or as people would describe over an open flame in a campfire. No, not you. You couldn’t even remember how you came to be this way. You were confused about your past history and feel as if suddenly you woke up one day with the urge to taste human blood. But you couldn’t bring yourself to slaughter mankind for your own benefit and thirst but over time you discovered that your body needed this human blood to keep yourself sane and alive.
Over time you had learned that by warming your victim’s blood by seduction, lust and passion, the contents and hormones within were 50 times more powerful and, therefore, you needed less for a long period of time. You had also learned that blood taken from the neck was heavily filled with oxygen, making it addicting and carrying a quality that would cause your loss of control over your own desires. Many of your kind could not stop once tasting blood drained at the neck. Often victims would die, or converted to the undead, bringing about competition and the creation of many uncontrolled beasts. Yet, blood drained from the lower thigh area had already passed through the body and lacked oxygen. A lesson you learned accidently while seducing women, while enjoying the taste of their nectar below.
You could extract what you needed, warming your victim’s fluids through seduction and after your extraction there was no mark left. No bruise. No evidence. No memory. No senseless massacres. The only harm was where you left your victims to wake up after you got what you wanted. Your sense of humor had them wake up in garbage bins, on porch rooftops, in homeless shelters or even the cemetery.
Kaleb, the man you had met the night before had left you engulfed with your own passion and lusts fulfilled. You don’t remember ever feeling this way. At least in the short timespan that you could recall from your history. You did not take what you had initially intended. In fact, he filled your inside body with an unfamiliar feeling. You felt nervous. What had he done to you? Who was he to have this strange power over you? Was he a spy or another vampire? There were only a handful of vampires left after all these centuries, after the great vampire wars. You had to find him. You wanted answers. Worse of all, you wanted to regain control and back into the chaos of the unknown.