Vampires
Jules saw a middle aged woman sitting alone in the deserted park. He could feel her loneliness radiating off her, swirling deep within her aura. He could see the downcast look of sadness. No one would miss her, no one even knew she was alive.
He walked over and sat next to her in the moonlight. He glanced at her casually, “Good Evening.”
She chuckled, “Kid, pick another bench.”
“Kid?” Jules watched her closely. “What are you? About fifty four, fifty six?”
She stopped being amused.
“Don’t feel old.” he reassured her. “I’m over three thousand years older that you.”
She withdrew a breath of air and looked the other way.
“Think of all that experience.”
The woman turned back to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jules smiled at her exposing his teeth for proof. “I promise you a good time.” he cooed.
Evelyn Pratt had been alone for over twenty years, and she was indeed fifty six. She was called Evie when she had friends, though most of them died in the “Outbreak” or “Genetic Mutation”. Which ever theory you subscribed too, they were gone and weren’t coming back.
To have a nineteen year old boy flirting with her was beyond strange. He was so pretty though, in his black uniform and soft long dark hair. It was something in those dark eyes of his that drew her in. There was no one looking now, the park was empty. The whole reason she was in the park tonight was it was deserted.
Evie bit her bottom lip and looked at the boy, there’s no such thing as vampires. ‘These kids today and their statements’, she thought as she was drawn in by his smile.
“No one is looking.” Jules knew he was inside her head now. “No one has to know.”
The candlelight glowing in the room cast shadows on everything. Evie’s hair hung loosely on her shoulders as she relaxed against Jules on her couch.
Jules stroked her hair softly and thought of Sarah. How she missed her humanity as drained from her little by little over the years. He thought about how she tried so hard to feel, or at least remember what it was to feel. He remembered how Sarah had missed the rituals of her religion after she’d turned. Sarah would say a poem before each kill. Whether it was to lull the victim into a false sense of security or out of sense of duty he never knew.
He could feel Evie starting to relax and started to contemplate reciting one of her poems. However, it could go wrong and spook his mark. He glanced at the wall clock, he only had fifteen more minutes left. He glanced down at Evie, ‘No. She only has fifteen minutes left.’
The two remained in silence til Evie slowly began to drift into a deep sleep. Jules glanced up at Elizabeth and offered her first bite.