Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Days of agonizing thirst and bewilderment followed. The painful birth into the vampire realm flung him into a living nightmare, his fear of his sudden insatiable hunger and how he was going to deal with it almost forced him to commit the ultimate sin.  The one thing no vampire will survive…

Chimala had given him a crash course on how to be the perfect killing machine, her last words however echoed in his head.

“Never ever feed from a corpse. It will be your last. You stop drinking when the heart stops.”  She had left him then, confused and alone to fend for himself in the hell that was his life now.

Hiding from the sun at day and stalking the streets at night, he refused to feed.  Then one night, almost on the brink of death, he had made his first move….his first kill.  It was a rainy night. He had been sauntering the streets aimlessly for hours when she caught his eye and he knew, his whole being just knew this would be his first meal.

 She was a flirty little thing with bright blue eyes and golden locks bouncing about her face.  She never even saw it coming, she was thankfully too drunk. Stumbling out of a nightclub, her almost non-existent dress riding up even higher to exhibit long creamy legs, he stalked her like the perfect predator. Not too steady on her feet, she had stumbled into the alley, leaning heavily against the jagged wall.  He had followed then, stealthily like a panther, hidden by shadows.

Slumping like a ragdoll against the wall, she saw him standing there and smiled.

“Hey sugar? You following me?”  There was no fear in the slurry voice.

He hadn’t said a word. His body was coiled like a wild animal ready to pounce, his fangs were cutting into his skin…his body pulsing from excitement. It was inevitable…  the dark force was taking over.

As he stepped closer, she melted into him, her intoxicated muscles were limber against him, she trusted this perfect stranger.  If he was the mortal Jon he would have rejoiced in their perfect fit, now he could only focus on the rhythmic beat of her heart and the sloshing of red nectar rushing through her young veins. The crunching sound of his fangs piercing through her skin sounded deafening  to his sensitive ears.

He will never forget the spicy taste of the alcohol tainting the dark fluid pumping from her veins, neither the little sigh she gave as her last breath exited from pink lips.

She slumped to the floor and the dull thud brought him out of his spellbound state.  Disgust had filled his mind while exhilaration coursed through his veins as his victim’s blood energized his body. He knelt down next to the still form, contemplating to end it right there and then but Chimala’s warning flashed through his mind. For a moment he suppressed her voice and knelt closer, his mouth ready to clamp over the fangmarks again… but he couldn’t do it, as much as he hated himself for what he had become.  He was too weak…or too shit scared to end it.

There was no looking back after that, he had transformed into the creature of the night. His bloodlust growing and his experience reaching higher levels, there were fewer deaths after that. Sometimes he got reckless and the beast clawed at him and ripped away at reason and it won. Other times he fought it back to submission and spared his victim’s life.

 Secretly hating himself yet marveling at the changes his body went through, he felt his senses riveting with new heightened intensity. He could smell Tico’s cigar smoke rooms away, Richie’s wild excursions with his honies  could just as well happened in his room, so clear could he hear every breath, heartbeat, whimpers of pleasures and then the gushing of blood as they reached their peaks.

Sometimes he played the voyeur. His fear of bringing a woman to his room and maybe killing her proved to be too much, but his extreme, almost out of control libido left him aching for the arms and warmth of a woman.

The night he finally decided to take that step towards his new found sexuality and his way of life was yet another rebirth, the acceptance of what he had become and embracing his most carnal needs, sex and blood.