Now we are found

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“I can hear them Mother” I squealed, grabbing her elegant fingers and squeezing them,“can you hear them too?”. My Mother looked down at me with her onyx eyes, a stray twist of jet black hair brushing her dead cheeks. “Yes my darling, I can” she stroked my face with her icy hand, “they are so loud tonight, this will be a good hunt”. I grinned stupidly and began to skip with excitement, I loved the thrill of the hunt. Even though I always ended up numb to my core with coldness, and covered in blood.

It was a bitterly freezing night and the wind whipped our faces and caused our hair to fly around our heads like bats. We really did look like cold blooded vampires, even though one of us was. I had always known I was not truly a vampire, I felt to many emotions to be a thoughtless killer like my Mother.

Humans were all the same to her, just a pathetic race merely there for her consumption. Sometimes she seemed so heartless, even now sitting on the swings in the moonlight I knew what she was thinking. How many humans will it be tonight? One, two or sixteen? Sometimes when we were out hunting I was afraid; what if I was her next victim, me, her own daughter, would she really care?

I was wrenched from my daydream when my mother pulled me quickly by the hair backwards into a laurel bush. “Velora” she hissed in my ear, “don’t make a sound, I hear prey”. Sure enough a young woman dizzy from drinking was stumbling along the path. I felt a prickle of anticipation slide along my spine, this was it the hunt was on. From her hiding place among the branches Mother leapt forward with a snarl, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. The woman gave a small shriek and tried to pull away, but mother was too strong for her. The woman gave one final moan of fear as sharp fangs plunged deep into her neck with a satisfying squelch. Blood spewed from her artery and pooled around my seven year old feet. I was not sure whether the feelings in my stomach were of euphoria or disgust.

However, no feeling could drown that which surged through my veins that moment. A feeling that can only be subdued by sinking one’s teeth into a fresh corpse’s neck and sucking. The feeling, no a desire, an insatiable desire for blood.

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I can hear them again Mother, they are so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts. I weave my way through the crowd. A sweaty, heaving, mass of bodies crashing against each other in time to the blaring music. Its hot, so hot the windows are steaming up and ice cubes in drinks begin to melt. Whatever hunting ground you’re on you can always hear them. Heartbeats. Some fast, some slow, some unbelievably quick and some on their last beats. Wherever I go I can hear heartbeats.

“Excuse me young lady are you going to stand there all night?” a cocky voice comes from somewhere behind me. I wheel around and face a tall guy with flaming red hair and black wire frame glasses. “Only some of us have to get to the bar” he smiles and tips an imaginary hat at me when
I move out his way. As he slides past I listen but I hear nothing. This human whoever he is has no heartbeat. He yells something at me but I don’t hear him, I’m fighting my way over to the other side of the club and as far away from him as possible.

I have no time for distractions tonight. My prey is on the move and on no account will I let him escape. His name is Chris and he goes to the college near my flat. Its his birthday party, and boy have I got a surprise for him. During the next hour he gets sufficiently drunk and starts flirting. I flirt back luring him in, like a child with chocolate. We start dancing, only its not really dancing. I’m pressed up against the club wall while he gropes me in time to the music. Humans make me sick, the men especially. Finally I
drag him away from the dance floor and whisper suggestively that we should “go somewhere more private”. He practically chokes on his drink, amazed that a drunken idiot like himself has actually scored. But he’s not complaining and I lead him by the hand out of the club and towards the park.

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As we lie on the slide I wonder what my mother would think if she saw me. She was a true vampire, jumping out of the shadows and killing her prey with a single bite. But times have changed, I am now the only vampire who hunts on this ground. I am the only vampire luring foolish humans out of night clubs and leading them to a gory death. I am now the only one left in London. I am the last vampire, closing in for the kill. Meanwhile Chris has been busy trying to slide my underwear down my leg. Even in his drunken state he has managed to get it around knees and is slowly sliding his hand up my thigh.

I can practically dance to his heartbeat now. I climb on top of him and press his torso hard onto the shiny metal of the children’s slide. I need to get his heart racing so fast that his blood is almost boiling in his veins. For a few minutes we are a mess of fumbling hands and shallow breath. Then, just as his heart reaches its climax, dancing a samba in his chest. I plunge my fangs deep into his neck and listen until his pulse dies away.

I stumble up, pulling my knickers quickly up my legs. I look down at his pale corpse sprawled on the slide, his flies undone and blood trickling from his neck. “That will teach you to talk to strangers” I giggle. Then smoothing out my crumpled skirt and pulling my coat tighter around me I head home.

Only this time I’m not alone.

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As I turn the key in the door of my flat I still cannot help but feel I’m being followed. I ran
all the way here until I was sure I had lost my pursuer. But I still cannot help but feel afraid and a little bit shaken. My bedsit was dark and smelt distinctly of damp and mildew. I flicked the switch and yellow light flooded the room. Bouncing off the brown walls and illuminating my unmade bed. Only something was seriously wrong. Someone
was sitting on my kitchen worktop. I tried to scream but the bile that had risen in my throat prevented me from making a sound. I backed away from the figure until I smacked into the wall. The person gave a mocking laugh and turned to face me with bright yellow eyes. “You” was all I could manage to whisper before I collapsed.

I woke to find myself lying face down on my bed a pair of dirty socks pressing into my cheek. In a rush all the events before I lost consciousness flooded back to me and I sprang up. Grabbing the can of deodorant by my bed I spun around to face the intruder.Who was sitting calmly at my kitchen table deeply engrossed in eating an orange. “Ah
so your awake” he said not even looking up,
“ Who the bloody hell are you” I yelled pointing the deodorant at him. The ginger haired guy who I had met earlier at the night club smiled.

“Language language” he taunted, “who taught you to say such things, your mother should be ashamed”
“She’s dead now who are you”. He looked up from his orange and gave me a quizzical look, “I didn’t know vampires could die”. I froze; if I had had any blood in my body it would have frozen in my veins. How did he know?

The ginger haired guy laughed and got up off the chair. This was my chance. I sprang forward with an animal like snarl, my fangs scraping my lips as they grew larger. Instead of sinking into tender flesh I felt myself struck in the stomach and pushed onto the sofa with a hollow thud. Winded by the blow I lay still and looked up into his amber eyes. “My name is Fram” he hissed angrily pinning my arms to their sides, “and if you try another move like that your going to be very sorry indeed”. I snorted with laughter,
“I wouldn’t bet on it human”.

Fram gave a high pitched giggle and a horrible smile crossed his face.For the second time that night I felt my body freeze with shock. Where his canine teeth should be two large, deadly sharp fangs had replaced them. I stared at him searching his yellow eyes for some sign of death. “You…you cant be” I stammered unable to digestthe truth. Lowering his head so his lips were touching my ear, Fram ran the tip of his tongue around my earlobe. “Why” he said in a mocking whisper, “did you honestly think
you were the only one?”.

I wrote this Story for a conmpetition, I dont know if I have won yet but it would be nice to hear feedback. But please be nice. =)

Sally xxx