Vampires
“I love Hollywood, don’t you? They make it easy to be a vampire. Everything is easier in the movies, but that’s not what I mean. They make vampire glitter. People used to fear vampires. I remember a time when an entire village would give up a toddler to save the rest of the children. It is easier now people actually offer themselves as food. They think we care or feel things, thanks to Hollywood. I feel two things, hunger and fatigue. Those are my two emotions. I am hungry I must eat. I am tired I must sleep. ” Jules explained to the girl with black hair.
It was a quiet night the moon was full and bright, illuminating all around. They sat on Fullshire Hill, over looking Hamches. The black haired girl writing down every word he said with a pencil into her notebook. Every once in a while she would push her over grown bangs out of her way with her left hand. She wore fingerless black lace gloves which matched her tattered black cotton and lace dress. Her skin as pale as if death had already overtaken her. The black makeup on her face meant to shadow instead of project. She leaned slightly against Jules in a show of affection. Jules, a thin pale man with long brown hair. His skin was also the shade of a corpse, his eyes a strange shade of grey. He wore a Victorian brown suit with white lace.
Staring into the distance at nothing, Jules continued. “It’s true we travel in clans for the most part, safety in numbers. People often mistake this for emotion. The truth is you’re just naturally drawn to the person who turned you, and want to protect them. Hollywood has made most vampires teenagers, and while there are some of course. In the clan I travel in there are none, but I guess Hollywood would say we are the bad guys anyway. The truth is, my clan is no different than any other clan.”
“Hungry?” a voice from behind the couple questioned. Slowly ten other vampires emerged, seemingly out of nowhere.
The young girl clung to her companion for protection. He seized the opportunity for first blood and sunk his teeth into her. Her eyes widened in fear, every muscle in her body flexed trying to get away. Her first and last scream filled the air. Her eyes glazed over and she fell limp.
The rest of the clan rushed to the meal quickly. Like a pack of animals over a fresh kill, they fed quickly leaving only a bloodstained carcass to be picked over by scavengers.