Vampire I
TESTICLES, MINOR
Boy meets a vampire.
` A shadow moves across the pavement, its silhouette barely visible`

under the shifting light of the street lamps. Suddenly, a young

prostitute ceases to be. The carcass of what was once an attractive

woman lies in the gutter, its throat slit and cooling blood pouring

into the Seattle storm drain.

Michael stares moodily at the rooftops lumbering above. Seemingly

effortlessly, he propels himself several stories above his previous

position. The claws on his right hand still drip the blood of the

prostitute he had just fed upon. A small crimson pool forms by his

side as he contemplates the bleak cityscape. Then, something

catches his un-dead eye. A boy, perhaps 17 walking alone through

the perilous streets. Golden hair in a skater cut and a skate board

under his arm, these are details totally foreign to Michael, a

product of the 1920s American youth. Though the boy is still over a

hundred yards away, Michael's vision allows him to study the finest

detail of the 5'10" boy, from his green eyes to the way his ass

moves in his baggy pants.

The vampire leaps from his position on the rooftop to another closer

to the boy. The boy is coming towards him. In a matter of seconds,

Michael is standing directly above the unsuspecting boy. He readies

himself to pounce on the beautiful blonde boy below. Suddenly the

boy takes a right down the road leading to the fallen prostitute.

Michael lands on the ground just behind the boy in an alleyway. The

boy screams and the vampire steps out from behind the building.

Michael for the first time notices the ear-bud headphones and the

noise coming from them.

The boy stares at the figure before him for a second before running

in the opposite direction. The vampire makes a single lunge and

closes the more than hundred feet between them and tackles the boy,

simultaneously cupping his cold, bloody hand over the youth's face.

"Now my boy, this is just too easy. Killing can get so old, know

what I mean?" he whispers in the youth's ear. "No, of course you

don't. I could kill you in any number of ways, running my claws

across your throat, ripping your larynx out with my fangs, perhaps

just rip your head clean off your shoulders. I could you know...

I've done it before. Now don't look so shocked. I am a creature of

the Night you know. But I have been alone so very long. Now I am

going to let go of you. If you scream or run I will kill you." The

vampire let the boy go, blood runs down the boy's face. "Now, tell

me, what is your name?"

"I-I'm Brent"

"And what brings you into my Territory?"

"I was going home." An extended silence prompts Brent, "From a

friend's house."

"I see. Well, I will let you live if you can escape me. You have 30

seconds to get out of here." Brent bolted from his position and

sprinted away in the direction he was going before being pounced on.

The youthful vampire with black wavy hair and azure eyes watched

the boy leave. "Good job my friend. Perhaps we will meet again."

  

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