The quiet is such a blessing. This is the same feeling I have when a headache comes to an end. Relief. Peace washes over my soul.
The constant hum has been almost intolerable for the past few weeks has now been quieted. Thankfully I can relax and enjoy this moment.
I don't remember the others being this big of a cleanup. Last time it was a matter of turning on a hose and washing the floors down. But this time was extraordinary, it wasn't ordinary blood, this was the blood of a vampire. My vampire. My first vampire, perhaps not my last now. The one who has given me all I need to be able to continue my lifelong dream, to be immortal. I am now all I have longed to be.
Even with his seemingly hypnotic pull, the poor dear fancied himself the master and I, the pawn. But don't they all? I mean, they are such weak minded beings, poisoned by the testosterone that flows through their bodies. Even this my sweet dear blood sucker had that tragic and terrible affliction, only his lust had been in his bite not his groin.
Most of the others had a look of pain, ecstasy and torture on their faces at the moment of their demise but my vampire had a look of having been beaten at his own game when the spike pierced his chest. He tried to speak but only sucked in air and shriveled into this blob of gelatinous goo and ashes that now lay at my feet. The blood is congealed and black, more like tar than blood.
How unfortunate. This is not nearly the exhilaration I get from the bright red hot reward from the blood of my human victims.
Oh dear, I fear I will most certainly have to leave the mess for the sunshine to clear away. Pity really.
I am off to find my next victim and set my trap. Only now, I can continue to bring the gift of death to more and more because I will be around to do so for a very lengthy and lovely time.
Happy Vampire's Day my dears. Soiree on.
Special thanks to Holly's Horrorland for this really fun way to celebrate Heart Day. I had a tasty good time.