The red liquid was flowing on the floor with its distinct stickiness and smell of metal, death of victim number 4937 with blood type
It was a breezy cold night, the wind blew onto my face, slitting open my skin, it was when my life ended, and eternity began. He was one handsome man, tall, slightly built, pale with bright red eyes. Well dressed in the latest chanel look, everything about him drew my attention; I couldn¡¯t stop myself looking at him. Slowly a pair of dark wings expanded behind him with a slight glow. I thought, maybe it was time for the darkness to get me. But he kissed my neck gently, and started to break into my skin, blood slowly dripped into a pattern of a blooming bloody rose. He held me as if I were to be his fragile treasure, he whispered to me softly, of how long he has been waiting for me, and sighed with satisfaction at last.
I didn¡¯t know what to do, though lust tells me that I want him, more than anything I¡¯ve ever wanted in my whole life. I heard my heart pounding slower and slower, it won¡¯t be long until we are in the same world. As past memories run through my head, I realized that he was there to save me, true experience of fate. I had no family; I grew up with the poor on the street. That cold night, the world was covered in pure white snow, dancing and flying in the air with freedom; I was suffering in the cold, without food or warmth, and he came, to rescue me. Shock broke through the dark night with a sudden flash, my head began to spin, pure vampire blood started to run through my veins, bits and pieces of lost memories replaced like puzzles, and he was my brother.
As my hands grew cold, my throat was burning with thirst. He handed me a golden glass with pure red liquid, and it wasn¡¯t wine. The smell was so strong that I couldn¡¯t help myself than to swallow all there were without leaving a drop. I knew I didn¡¯t change, maybe my hair grew slightly longer, but not from the inside, because I knew I still loved him. But how, how could I, to love my very own blood related brother? For something that I would never believed. The blood in the glass did not fulfill my needs, only a moment later I was thirsty and wanting even more. He changed me, and brought me back into this world, it was time for me to take my first bite.
After becoming a vampire, I realized that there were more things on this world than what I have experienced. The sound of pounding of a heart from a human near by, whispers of a cat from miles away and the royalty of his blood. It was like instinct and nature to me, the new born, everything seemed to be natural, even my hollow black eyes. The respect and admire I had for him was automatic, because of the aristocracy of his blood, the similarity that ran through our bodies, but the temptation was also strong. I moved towards him step by step, I looked into his bright eyes, I could see my wild desires. He knew what I was doing, putting my head on his shoulder, smelling his taste. At the same time when he said it was the way it¡¯s supposed to be, I pushed my tusks into his fare skin.
The freshness of his blood was the most delicious than that of what I¡¯ve ever imagined. From his blood, I remembered how our mother and father were siblings like us; they lived for thousands of years, happily like no one else could enjoy more in the world. It was his blood, that brought me the strength to continue living like our parents, and we became one, as I have his blood in me, and he had mine.
From then on, for years and years, I learnt many things from him, how to use power, and to control power, to hunt without being suspected and noticed, we were inseparable like the right and left atrium. We shared the most valuable times of our lives; enjoyed our endless souls, so let the fairy tale go on.
He was mine, and only, for ever, our endless love¡