Alone

Being alone was something I was used to. I wasn’t afraid of it. I was comfortable. Sure I could try to make friends but for what purpose? When in the end all of them would fuck me over. No being on my own outside of my coven was for the best. There wasn’t any pressure to be someone I knew I could never be.

With the night as my only companion, there wasn’t a care in the world. Being by myself there was no way that I would ever be found in this time of, over zealous paranoia. My people were treated like a fatal disease. Something that needed to be dealt with or else all of greater humanity would suffer greatly.

In reality most of us were very friendly and we usually didn’t hurt our donors, most of them were too willing for the bite to even notice the sting of pain. At least mine were. Unlike the rest of my kind I made sure. I even let some of them get something in return for their service. If you catch my drift. The pretty ones anyway.

It was nothing to me, I never made an emotional connection to anyone. Except my mother. She’s dead unfortunately. There was never any need for me to get too close to a human, nonetheless. They were too easily dispensable, and the males of my species were all too big for their fangs, especially the ones my Dad deemed to be of our ‘status’.

I didn’t need that shit.

I just needed myself, my knife in my right boot, and the clothes on my back.

I was a lone wolf and content to stay that way.

Currently my wandering feet had me climbing up a fire escape. Trying to get to higher ground before the patrol cars began their usual rounds, not even wanting to risk the chance of being caught by the ignorant people. I had to wait until they circled the city streets at least three times, before going back to civilian level.

I pulled myself up easily from the ladder, I scanned the area before I began running to make the jump on to the next building. I had to get myself to the upper east side for a snack and then back in to my little apartment before the sun began to show it’s first rays.

Hopping the ledge, and stealthily landing on the next roof I steadied myself, and then began again, building by building, air blasted my long hair back, and pulsed through my ears. My heart beat pulsated as I took a minute to admire the wonderful view of New York City. It was beautiful, and for once in my relatively short life I was proud of what I was.

Only because I knew that most humans couldn’t even fathom the thought of being on the top of a fifty story tall skyscraper. Not even the people with entrances to their roofs liked to be up there, because of their squeamish fear of heights. I took a moment to take my small camera out of my back pocket to take a picture, before moving on to the next roof top.

I slid down the drain pipe to the alley nestled between the two old brick bars, I pulled my hood up and zipped up my jacket. It was close to the last routine search, I figured I’ be safe enough. I had enough blush applied to my face to make me look less...undead I guess. I didn’t sense the need to be extra careful.

So I began to walk the sidewalk, my head up, and my being alert. It was really breakfast time for me, and the scents of drunken blood repulsed me horribly. It was going to be a long night for the lone vampire heiress. I refused to consume ‘alc’, it made me just as stupid as the person it came from. Couldn’t have that, when my life was essentially at risk. It nearly blinded my vision, and impaired my ability to shape shift.

It took every defense from me. Which was why I could never understand the human dependency upon such a vile drink. It took away all forms of judgement, and the God given right to think for one’s self. Leaving the poor being vulnerable to anyone on the food chain, high or low.

I shook my head at the thought, until a deliciously sweet smell teased my unsuspecting nose. I turned my head in the direction of the strong wind. Finding only a dimly lit cafe, with a few regulars, I presumed still inside, some on their laptops, taking advantage of the free WiFi (don’t blame them, living here was expensive) and others quietly talking on their cell phones.

It didn’t matter to me though. One of those lovely, tech savvy, people had the most appealing blood I had ever smelled. It was a man, that much I knew, which was perfect enough. I might be able to have a little fun after my feeding, Christ he smelled so good. The scent possessed the smell of a fresh rainstorm in April and oddly enough it held even a certain sweetness of warm sugar.

Without much rational thought, I crossed the street, holding on to my beanie on the way. Not wanting to lose it to the street. I mentally checked for my wallet as I entered the small cafe. The smell, even bolder, as I stepped up to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate with a cookie. I refrained from rolling my eyes at the teenage cashier, who eyed my chest as if they were my eyes.

I listened to all the beating hearts as I took my seat in the corner, but really searching for the man with the irresistible blood. My dark gaze roamed over a forty year old man, who was balding, and reading a newspaper. It wasn’t him, he smelled of pure coffee. So I moved on to the blonde boy talking on his cellphone, not him either. He smelled too much of protein shakes, and then it landed on a boy with dark hair, and thick framed glasses.

I found a winner, he had to be no older than twenty-one, he was handsome for sure. Even the way his fingers glided over the keys of his laptop made the boy extremely attractive. I cocked my head to the side for a moment. Sensing something different about him, I just couldn’t pinpoint what was so off about the man.

Until we made eye contact; he glanced at me briefly. Most likely sensing my stare upon his face, he looked away, and then looked back immediately. A shy smile forming on his lips.

The venom within my veins began rush to around my body and my heart hammered in my ears. My fangs tried to break free of their holding place, but I won the fight, just barely.

The dark haired guy, continued to look at me as I did him. And from the look in his eyes he realized there was something different about me as well.

Shit.

My life of solitude was about to be disrupted, by a human no less.