Dark was the night as the emptiness of the world unravelled the horrors of the moonless sky. A night without moon, a peculiar occasion, what a difference it made to the land surrounding that man. The air felt tense, the earth felt hard and cold, all seemed different but the same to him. A night of terror was at hand. Why such a man as Sye need the moon, the only form of light he could ever look to, to be able to bathe in its soothing grace. When on the hunt, the night was their cloak.
Whoever’s garden he stood in, it did not matter. They wouldn’t notice old Sye as he began to enchant the beautiful female of this lovely home; the sweet scent of perfume that could be smelt from where he stood beneath the upper bedroom window approved this. The scent of a woman. All he had to do was go into her room, not too complicated, and bite that fragile neck. Pierce her flesh and drink slowly, deeply from her pulsing vein.
The young man inhaled the fresh air and grinned, his teeth glistening from a street light he could just about see from the innocent’s garden. This woman was young, not of the age of no understanding nor of the age of too much understanding, the prime of her youth entering womanhood, barely out of girlhood. Sye ran his tongue over his elongated teeth; his canines sharp enough to make him bleed and exhaled smoothly. He faded away slowly but noiseless still smiling.
Mist, blue mist rose high up to the window, stars in the sky would not have been seen from down below. It travelled freely, slowly disappearing through a crack in the windowpane of the young girls room, she herself was deeply asleep to the point of unconsciousness.
Over her bed he stooped low, the evil glint in his ice blue eyes told all of what his expectations for her were. Brushing his black hair out of his face, he gazed down at her, as an eagle would eye his prey. Her youthful beauty truly meaningless to Sye but for, as he would say, a better presented meal. She moved in her sleep, that girl with the blonde curls, murmuring something that would forever stay unknown. She sighed hopelessly, her chest rising and falling for now. Of course, if she was awake, she’d realise all hope was lost, she wasn’t to remain in this world much longer.
Through a devil like seduction, the sleeping beauty began to rise in her bed, sitting up; Sye moved his hands as if he were tugging smoothly upon an invisible rope. He licked his rose red lips, the scent of perfume now strong enough to be tasted, leaning in he held her head in one white hand and supported her back with the other.
Deaths kiss, her neck so sweet, the skin so frail, the blood so warm. Everything about it drove Sye wild as he drank surely from her body. He felt her heart rate disappear and he grinned triumphantly against her now empty vein. He stopped just in time to see her last breathe, an exciting event. He held the poor girls in his arms as a lover would to their dearly departed partner. He stroked her hair affectionately, caressed her once rosy cheeks, now as white as snow, and lay her down gently. Almost lovingly if it wasn’t for the malevolent gleam in those pearly eyes that belonged only to a night being.
The girls’ father came to check on her, he’d been awoken by the cry of an owl and went to tuck her in. When he found her, lying peacefully upon the sheets, he realised that something was wrong. She was too pale, too lifeless. He checked her pulse, her breath. Nothing.
He ran to his wife in their bedroom, he cried to her that their daughter was dead. They phoned an ambulance, they went to her, father tried to revive her. When the paramedics arrived they tried also but it was too late.
The trained paramedics could not understand it; they found she’d been drained of her blood. But where could a young woman’s blood go without even the slightest trace of it? That was when the girl’s mother noticed two small puncture wounds on her daughter’s neck. Instantly they wanted the police involved. The paramedics took the girl and her parents to hospital to identify the marks, taken to be the size of teeth.
Through their pain that young man found joy. That poor family were unaware of the presence in the room, being mocked heartlessly. Sye evaporated and observed from the shadows of that youth’s room. When the broken hearted parents left with their only child, he took flight, off into the night. Dawn broke, the sky bruised purple and the vampire Sye would not be seen again until darkness fell.
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