1. New Year
Aurora’s POV.
Another year was almost over. I turned on the TV to watch the ball drop. I had planned to spend this holiday alone, eating Italian.
I also purchased a wooden stake from the gift shop nearby. Would that work? But, most importantly, can I do it?
I finally found one made of solid wood instead of plastic. I played with it in my hands. Can I finally find some peace? I had no fear nor curiosity, I felt rather empty this evening while others were celebrating meaningless holiday.
Only one hour left until midnight. My phone rang. It was probably Silvia. I had no desire to talk to her, but I knew she would keep bugging me if I didn’t.
“What are you doing there, stuck in front of the TV again?” she inquired.
“No, I am eating my holiday meal,” I replied, looking at the body in front of me and scattered furniture in different styles. The TV set was standing on the dresser that was gifted to me by Elaine. It was the only nice piece owned by me. The rest needed to be fixed or thrown out. Dark silk curtains were the other things I had specially installed, but they were covered in years of dust. I should really glamour someone to get that taken care of.
“How fresh is it?” Silvia asked, suspicious.
“It’s...” I should have put Francheska’s back into the freezer, not just left her frozen body laying around here.
Before I could reply, Silvia continued, “I know you are all alone. Stop eating frozen dinners. You still have time. Come to the party. We have a huge set of ‘patrons’ who hope to get transformed next year. Haha! Every age and gender, you will not regret it!”
I yawned, feeling uninterested in the same old parties with the same “patrons.”
“Elon is here,” she added.
“Yea?” I tried to hide my interest.
“He brought his new girlfriend, Mara, no Mira,” she corrected herself.
“I will be right there.” I hung up and found myself running with my vampire speed. It was snowing, and my face was smashed with thousands of snowflakes while my body was rushing through the streets. I still enjoyed the run and the snow. I took the least crowded passageways and made sure not to bump into any humans.
Five minutes later, I was standing at Silvia’s, ringing her bell on the 30th floor of her penthouse.
She opened it immediately, wearing a shiny red gown covered in blood-crimson sequin.
“Really, Bunny slippers and pajamas for the party?” She told me, giving me a disappointed glance.
I didn’t even realize that I had left my place without changing. “Where is he?” I mumbled. The smell of the blood in the place was enticing my nostrils. Abba’s Happy New year was playing but the room was also filled with conversational chatters.
“Elon is by the bar. Don’t make a scene.” Silvia was still eyeing me in disbelief, but I was already moving.
Most vampires wore black and red silks, chiffon, and glitter. That must have been the theme of the party, but I clearly missed that memo. I squeezed between the people and vampires mingling, black and red balloons were floating next to the ceiling.
Silvia must have redecorated her place again, the room had modern leather black and red couches with glass coffee tables where humans could set their drinks, while vampires were using the humans as the refreshments, often placing them on their laps.
The walls were painted in different shades of red, black and gray, depending where my eyes landed. There were various modern paintings on the walls depicting red cocktails.
I finally made it to the other side of the room with the bar. I know it only took me seconds, but it felt like an eternity. When I spotted them, I thought my heart would stop, yet I didn’t have one.
Elon and another vampire were both feeding from a young man. His companion must be Mira that Silvia told me about. Elon was in a modern black suit, also glittering, which must be a particular thread, while Mira had a skimpy red dress. I recalled Elon liked these. He encouraged me to put these on for our celebration and sometimes just for foreplay. His new girlfriend was a hot brunette, just like me. Elon’s taste has not changed. Or had it? I noticed that she was taller than me. Did the long legs do the trick for Elon? I knew that was not it. His girlfriend looked happy, and I was never in a good mood, at least not that I remembered. I felt the shadow of eternal life and misery somewhere nearby. It depressed Elon. No wonder he had left me.
He didn’t even look up when I approached him, still plunging his teeth into the “patron.”
However, Mira noticed me.“Do you want to join us?” she asked playfully.
“I don’t like to share, but thanks,” I replied dryly.
Finally, Elon lifted his head. I saw an expression of surprise quickly change into disgust.
“It has been at least a hundred years. Stop stalking me. What is in your hand?”
I noticed I was still holding the stake. Not great for a vampire party, was it?
I put it in my pocket. It was still sticking out, but not as offensive.
Elon grabbed his date and went into another room. I felt my cold heart get even more frozen. Oh, how I wished I had never even come here. Seeing him did nothing but open my old wounds.
The human dude was still sitting on the bar stool, confused.
He must be tired from blood loss and the high tonic provided at the parties, which make humans desire our bite even more.
The thought occurred to me that if I drained him, my lips would be placed on the spot where Elon’s had just been. The last act before I end all this?
I sat down on the barstool next to him. The bite Elon left behind was still oozing, calling to me. Could I have a nibble?
I still had to be nice to the patron, at least at the party, if I ever planned to be back at Silvia’s. However, was I even planning to be back?
The guy looked at me with his bright eyes. How old was he? Maybe in his twenties or thirties, I could not tell with humans anymore.
I stopped my urge to reach for him, yet.he must have seen the hunger in my eyes: “Do you want me?”
I was surprised at how direct he was. It must still be the drugs talking. Or maybe I have not been used to going to parties lately.
“Do you want to come to my place?” I asked him.
He nodded. I was walking out and he
followed. I realized that I had to slow my pace as humans could not match it.
Suddenly, Silvia blocked my way, “We take care of the patrons, remember?”
I sighed. Of course, nothing could happen to the patron that comes to the party.
When we were outside, he suddenly reached for my hand. I pulled away, but then it struck me that it would take forever to get to my place.
“Do you want a ride?” I asked the human.
“Sure,” he replied.
“Climb on me.”
His eyes darted to me, surprised. Either he didn’t know much about vampires, or still had the perception that females were weaker. I laughed, then picked him up and threw him in the air, but not too high. He fell to the ground. I thought he was not hurt too badly. When he got back on his feet, I turned my back to him, showing him what to do. He jumped on it. Then I ran. I could not wait to get my teeth into his flesh. I could smell him on me, his blood mixed with the falling snow.
In no time, we were at my door. I left him outside for a minute, went into the apartment alone and shoved Francheska into the freezer. Not sure if she was any good. Thank God for vampire speed. I cleaned my place fast, putting all the bits and pieces into the garbage bags.
The rag was soaked in blood, which I put in another bag. The linoleum under the rag looked better. I didn’t want to scare this human yet. It was tastier when they were happy.
I took him by the hand and went straight into my place. We sat on the couch. The TV was still on. The ball was about to drop.
I put my teeth into his neck, imagining I was still tasting Elon’s lips. This random human tasted so good. His deep moan encouraged me to go further.
I saw the ball drop from the corner of my eye, the people cheering from the TV. And then all the sound was gone, vanished. Somehow, there was nothing else in my mind but the human on the couch and his body.
I must have lost all my senses. Reality had shifted, and I still imagined he was Elon. I started to undress him, and he was doing the same to me. I heard the stake drop to the ground, but I didn’t care.
The next thing I knew, we were bare skin on each other on the couch, completely caught up in the moment. I was unsure what was better, drinking or pleasuring him, or when he ate me in turn...
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