Vampire Journal

Oh, you’re still here? This is a good thing. I’m back early? I’d say so, yes. Just as I was leaving the bar an hour ago, I ran into my friend. He told me that he was coming here to get a quick pick-me-up before hunting. I talked him into coming with, as I was hunting now.

What were the mortals seeing as we walked? Two guys in their late 20s, prowling about the crowds, laughing and having a good time? I hope so, that’s what we were trying to project. My friend and I hunted like this from time to time. We caught more than one meal this way.

The prospects were not so good tonight, though. After about thirty minutes of fruitless wandering, we found a young lady standing on a hill in the park. Blonde, tall, almost feral in her beauty. She smiled at us as we wandered past. Almost instantly, we changed directions, and walked up to her. We talked for a few minutes; the night was young, and I had long ago learned to ignore the old rules my parents gave me about not “playing” with my food. Heh. Nothing is better than eating your lover while coming down from an orgasm.

Still the disgusted looks. Anyways, my friend reached for her shoulder, to coax her along with us, so we could eat her in peace. But, just as his hand touched her, the clouds parted. Did you know it’s a full moon tonight? You did huh? I’m not surprised.

She snarled, moaned, and suddenly, this vixen was a snarling werewolf. With stunning savagery, she swung her left claws and buried them in his skull. His wail of agony was cut off as the wolf flexed, pulling his head free, and causing him to dissolve into dust.

The damned wolf reared back, surprised and confused. It bent over, sniffing and snorting at the remains of my friend. It had happened so quickly, I had frozen. I suddenly realized that I had best move my ass and get the FUCK out of there RIGHT FUGGIN NOW if I didn’t want to end up as a dust pile myself. I started to back away, readying myself for the sprint away.

I guess a werewolf has very good peripheral vision, because she snapped her head up almost immediately. With a snarl, she leapt at me. I caught her in my arms, but she drove me to the ground. I fought, the demon inside twisting my face, lending strength to my limbs as I punched, kicked, and gouged at the slavering monster atop me.

Of course, she was fighting too. Snapping, clawing, the wolf gave damage almost as bad as she took it. I’m sure you can see my shirt is all shredded on the stomach, that’s where the majority of her claw swipes were. The few bites she gave me, my shoulder, my neck, have healed already, but my stomach still burns.

Which reminds me. Yo, barkeep, how about a pitcher of blood over here?

If I can’t eat, at least I can get some sustenance somehow, yeah?

So anyways, I gave a hell of a kick, and knocked her off of me. Usually, I really enjoy having a pretty woman on top, but that wasn’t a pretty girl, and sure as shit wasn’t fun. I took my leave almost as soon as I could. I kicked it in the head as hard as I could before I did run, and I heard a crunching bone sound. I don’t know how strong or resilient werewolves are, so I didn’t stick around. I just came back here, sprinting at top speed. I hope I killed the damn furball. I doubt it though. I am just not that damn lucky.

Ah, excellent, thank you. How much do I owe you? Well, here’s a ten, keep the rest. Excuse me a moment, my friend.

Ah. That’s a better blood than is usually served here. I’m not complaining. It’s fairly fresh, too. Always a plus. Care to sample? Ha ha ha, oh, fine, I’ll just drink it alone. Damn, I’m coming down off my adrenaline rush. I’m so tired. Perhaps I should just head home.

Be careful, mortal. If there’s one werewolf out there, you can almost be sure that there is another lurking about. I’ll see you sometime in the near future.


Authors Note: Sorry about the severe lateness of this update. RL has been kicking my ass lately, working all the damn time, plus its only 3 months till I become a father for the first time (it’s a girl!), and that takes ALOT out of a guy. So, I’ve wanted to actually put this down on {digital} paper for a while now, and I finally got some free time to do so. I do intend to continue working on this story, but I’m not entirely sure when I’ll be able to. Thanks for your patience and kind words. Beodel Amothus.