The cold air tussled the branches in below trees as I slowly
stepped out of the cave where I slept during my hunting time. The
moon glowed and brought a tremendous beauty to the forest at the
foot of the mountain on which I stood.
I was expected to return back to the coven that night, but the
previous feed of the night before had not fully satisfied my
thirst. The stars were bright against the deep blue of the night
sky. Another breeze made my hair dance around my waist.
I pulled at the end of the silk black ribbon tied in a bow around
my right wrist. I wrapped the length of silk around my waved
black hair and tied it in a bow at the top of my neck. Another
breathes made my pony tail swayed at my waist and the skirt of my
dress to move like the rolling waves of the ocean. It's dark red
silk tickling the chalky white skin two inches above my knees.
The beautiful red silk under a layer of intricate pattered black
lace was still when the breeze ceased.
I lifted my face to the light of the moon. My chest rose and fell
under the tight strapless bodice of my red and black dress as I
inhaled the scents of the forest beneath. I wriggled my toes in
the damp earth under me. I lowered my head after slowly opening
my eyes. I cocked my head slightly as I looked at my pale, bare
feet and continued to nuzzle my to the earth. I took another deep
breath, again absorbing all the scents of my surroundings, with
my eyes closed. The fresh scent of the pines filled my head,
along with the sweet and sharpness of the ripened plums. The lush
smell of the grass and the perfume of the heather radiated from
the ground. All of which where followed by the faintest and most
beautiful smell of blood.
I could just hear the thrumming of the warm and seductive liquid
as it coursed through an unfortunate and uninformed human.
I allowed my lips to part for a moment, now inhaling the amazing
smell. My throat burned and stung with my longing to taste it. My
top lip twitched upward in hunger, exposing my lethal and razor
sharp fangs. I froze my entire body. My jaw clenched tight, all
my muscles tensed, my throat continued to burn in hunger. My eyes
were still closed when I snapped my head up, then inhaled all the
scents of the forest below and rolled my head like I had a cramp
in my neck.
When my face was again facing the moon my eyes flashed open. I
whipped my head around to face the East. I had heard sounds of
humans. And stupid, naive humans at that; to be even on the
out-skirts of the forest, when the hour was so late and the sky
In the woods you couldn't so the light of the moon but up on the
mountain of which I stood it's full glory was revealed to me.
Still smelling the air, I walked slowly toward the eastern edge
of the mountain. I curled my toes over the edge of the mountain,
the strongest breeze of the night whispered as it playfully made
my hair and skirt dance, but more importantly it blew the scent
of the poor human's blood straight towards me. It was as if the
night wanted me to fly through the forest to meet the human.
So that is what I did.
I leaped from the near top of the mountain, flying through the
night sky with the wind whipping my face. I hit the ground
running around three miles away from the mountain with incredible
grace. The trees whizzed past me, my feet barely touched the
ground. I ran farther Eastwards closing the distance between
myself and the human's blood. As I got closer I realized that
there were more than one heart beating at the edge of the forest
and they were retreating back into the city.
But I was faster than them.
In a matter of seconds I had covered the distance between my cave
and the forest outskirts, twenty seconds the be more descriptive.
The corners of my mouth tilted up. Twenty was a personal best but
I always ran faster when I was thirsty.
I was mere metres away from the humans now. There were five of
them, and they were all very ruff looking men in hoods. One of
them carrying a ball and the others with their hands in their
I knew this would be easy.
I could see the humans far of the truth story that would appear
on the news and in the papers. The human reporter would write
whatever the naive human investigators and police told them with
added exaggerations. The story would not be a problem at all
because it would have no mention of the human being lured into
the forest and drunk dry by a vampyress. And even if they got the
story completely and utterly accurate, who would believe them?
And what on earth would they do about it if they did? I thought,
then another breeze caused my long pony tail and the skirt of my
dress to dance and blew the scent of the humans towards me.
I could still see the humans through the darkness, but I was
completely invisible to them. The dark of the night my faithful
ally as the light of the sun is my sworn enemy.
"Oi! On me head, John!" one man shouted to the one holding to
ball. The man threw the ball toward the one that had just spoke.
As the ball flew threw the air, I dove into the man who was to
receive the ball's mind.
His name was Simon Patterson, he was aged twenty five. He was a
recovering alcoholic, and had recently broken up with his
girlfriend because he had caught her cheating on him. It had took
me mere seconds to gain this information, by which time Simon had
headered the ball back to the man named John and was squaring up
for the next throw. The other three men made distracting noises
to try and make him miss, but he paid no attention to them.
"Simon..." I whispered into his mind. He whirled round looking
for someone to appear from the forest, but I liked it better when
my food came to me rather than chasing after it.
The crowd of four burst into laughter and the one named John
shouted "Fail!" mockingly. The laughter died down and I moved
silently toward the ball. I stopped two metres away from it.
Simon had obviously missed the ball and it had rolled into the
forests darkness. A breeze rustled the branches of the trees and
gave me another waft of the glorious scent of the blood coursing
through the men's bodies.
"Better go get that man!" one of the humans told Simon.
"Why me?" Simon asked worriedly.
"Cause you're the failure that couldn't header it!" The human
named John mocked.
"But my uncle Jimmy told me that there's wolves and bears
a-and..." Simon stammered.
"And what Simon?!" another one of the humans asked.
"And vampyres!" Simon told them looking like he felt a little
ridiculous and immature.
" Don't be such a baby! You're no five, you're twenty-five! And
anyway after that lift off your uncle to the game last month,
We're all pretty sure he's on something!" the first unidentified
human called. The rest of them sniggered at the mans comment.
"Fine, I'll go get it, my uncle was probably just trying to creep
me out," Simon said giving up. The rest of the men started
chatting but I didn't listen in. I was concentrating on Simon's
footsteps on the forest floor.
He was veering off slightly in the wrong direction so I gave him
a little help. "Over here, Simon," I whispered into his mind
softly. His footsteps stopped for a moment then he started
walking straight towards me. I had my back pressed against a tree
trunk, the ball he was searching for merely four metres away from
me in the clearing.
Where I stood under the trees was to dark for a human to see but
the clearing was illuminated by the moon's light. Simon jogged
towards the ball and scooped it up in his hand. I stepped slowly
from my hiding place among the darkness of the forest into the
small clearing where Simon stood. He was paused in mid-turn when
he saw me emerge into the glowing moonlight of clearing. He
parted his lips, like he was about to say something but couldn't
think of what he could say.
"Hello, Simon," I said being friendly and flirtatious, looking at
him from under my eyelashes. I smiled but was careful not to show
He looked me up and down over and over again as he said
nervously, looking rather shocked, "Hi." I took a step closer to
him, my feet were silent on the moonlit grass. "How do you know
my name?" he asked again nervous and rather shocked.
"Let's just say... that I'm well informed, shall we?" I said
being careful about what I told him.
"Yea, yea cool," he answered, "W-what's up with your eyes?
They're like red and black? I mean your irises are black and the
bit that's meant to be white is red, are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly alright," I answered. He was correct in a sense,
though my irises weren't black, my pupils were just far larger to
take in more light, allowing me to see far better in the dark
than a human. Because of the size of my pupils there was no space
for the whites of my eyes. Around my immense pupils where my
irises, they were in fact red, the same shade of dark red as the
silk of my dress.
"Well they're deadly cool," he exclaimed, trying to look at the
ground but I held his gaze, deadly was right. He wasn't that much
taller than me, around four inches. His scruffy blonde hair
looked like an animal on top of his head. He rubbed the stubble
he had on his chin and jaw as I looked into his hazel coloured
"Follow me," I said beginning to step backwards to the of the
forest. Simon followed me into the darkness without question. It
took only seconds to get deep enough into the forest so it was
too dark for him to see anything.
"Stop," I whispered in the the vast blackness that Simon was
seeing. He did as I commanded and looked around himself searching
"I can't see anything," Simon laughed nervously. I silently crept
up behind him until my body was less than an inch away from his.
I slid my hand from his hip, up his arm to his neck. He shivered,
but didn't turn to face me.
I whispered in his ear "I know..." Then I gripped his shoulder
with my right hand, my nails making cuts in his skin. Tiny
droplets of his blood landed on the forest floor. He winched but
didn't say anything. He seemed to get some sort of sexual
pleasure from it.
I positioned my mouth on his next about to clamp down my jaw and
satisfy my hunger, but I pulled back and whispered "Your uncle
was right, Simon,"
I positioned my mouth again and this time I did not hesitate to
The taste of his blood distracted me so much that I couldn't
concentrate on keeping him quiet, and he began to scream as I
drank. Above his screams I heard the call of bats, as they flew
towards me. I looked up at them as I drank. Hundreds of black
shapes now flapped and soared in a circle above me and Simon.
They were beautiful creatures of the night.
Simon's blood was extremely sweet but had a bitterness that hit
the back of my throat. He grew faint and dropped to his knee and
I followed still drinking. He wasn't screaming anymore.
He wasn't screaming anymore because he was dead.
I could tell that he hadn't much of his sweet, warm blood left,
when I pulled away. The bats continued to screech above me,
swooping and barrel-rolling in the space between the tree tops
and where I stood. The corners of my blood stained mouth curved
up as I looked at the swirling screeching black shapes.
Every vampyre had to find a way to 'clean up' the mess they left
after hunting, otherwise the humans would become suspicious that
the bodies they found had big puncture marks where it was most
accessible to arteries. Most would throw the body in the lake or
off the summit of the water fall. Others make the body
unrecognisable and put them in dirty back alleys in the city. But
I was one of the very rare few who could use animals to help them
'clean up' as it were. Normally it was wolves or bears that came
to the few who could use animals. A vampyre could not call on the
animals and they come, the animals had to come to them without
being asked. My father had a bear who would tear the flesh and
meat from the humans body then take the bones back to gnaw on in
his cave. But I was the only vampyre in history that was helped
As they flew around and around in a mass of black I marveled at
how beautiful they looked. Their musty yet cold scent filled my
nose as it took a deep breath, I felt at home with the bats, my
bats. I held my arms out to my sides, and closed my eyes. The
bats dove from the height of the treetops and flew around me with
incredible synchronisation. They were waiting.
Waiting for me to let them have the limp lifeless body that lay
at my feet.
I kept them waiting a moment longer so I could just inhale their
scent, that to me was the second best smell ever, after blood.
They did not grow impatient, they knew it was just a matter of
time before I let them, my friends, my family from the animal
kingdom, have what was left of the body.
My smile got wider and I laughed, not in the way a suspect a
human would expect a vampyress to laugh, cruelly and some what
evil sounding, the laugh I released was more of a giggle between
my teeth, "Get rid of that for me..." I whispered gazing in aw at
the black creatures.
Immediately they ceased to dance in the air around me and shot
toward the body. Their teeth and claws ruthlessly tarring at the
corpse. I watched them rip it apart for a moment then began
walking silently, deep into the forest.