Reawakening of the vampires

I have seen centuries come and centuries go. I have seen the race of
man make one mistake after another. They try and show their might by
building things bigger and stronger than before. Little do they know
how weak and foolish they are. They think I'm not real and even as I'm
draining them of their blood, they do not believe in me. How easy it
would be for them to find a way to destroy me, if only they tried. But
maybe, that's part of my curse, for being what I am, to be the last of
my kind, rotting away, but yet the same as I've always been. This! This
is my punishment for laughing in the faces of the other vampires, as
they were foolish enough to allow the mere humans to cause their
deaths. Here I am a great vampire, more powerful than any that have
lived before me, lay hidden in a rundown manor. I should be out
stalking the night, killing one human after another watching the blood
spill from the sloppy holes in the necks. Walking down streets full of
humans dying, as the last of their blood spills from them. That, was
who I was, that was my legacy, there is nothing keeping me here, I
could walk out that door, as I do every night, but maybe just once I
won't return, maybe I'll become who I was meant to be. How I long to
hear the screams of humans echoing through the streets, instead of one
lone scream. I long to slowly drag the blood out of the human and
relish in the agony and pain of the human to once again breath the
power it gives me, instead of the speedy drinking and running away back
to my manor like some rodent!!!! I will wait still till my moment has
come and then I will awaken the realm of the vampires, I shall find the
strongest and the wisest of these humans and make them my slaves and
together we will bring back the legacy of the vampires and my solitude
inside this manor will be over and I will once again rule the
night.

I breathed in the cool night air; I could smell everything within a
mile. It was summer and the sun had just set and the neighborhood kids
were minutes away from being called into dinner. I grinned; I could
easily snatch a few of them for dinner. They'd be a nice treat to start
off the night, and they would add to the glory of the night. This was
the night that I would begin the reawakening, the night that I would
begin to reclaim my former glory. I had found the first human that
would become my slave. He was a politician the world could do without
him, and in most cases so could I, but this one was quick on his feet
he was a fast talker and he had a way of seducing people. Just the kind
of person I needed to be my right hand man, as an added bonus as a
politician he was power hungry, but he was weak. I'd have no trouble
controlling him and I would convince his mind that there was no need to
challenge me.

I mulled over my plan as I headed towards the children. I moved swiftly
through the neighborhood, I was careful not to be spotted lest these
humans foolishly think me a burglar and throw me in jail. I laughed
recalling how my brother had been arrested; I remember the headlines
the next morning when they found nothing but a pile of ashes in his
cell. It was a shame though my brother could have been as great a
vampire as I once was, if he hadn't have been so foolish as to believe
himself to be able to love a human. I shook my head; it was almost
embarrassing to admit being related to him. Even though as a vampire I
had no feelings, and therefore no real family, there was always the
matter of blood.

The thought of blood reminded me of my hunger. I sniffed I was a mere
block away from the children now. There were five of them, two boys and
three girls, and if I wasn't mistaken a small puppy. I would drink
enough of each of them to be sure they'd die and at the same time not
over fill myself with blood. Even though I was going to have the
politician drink some of it, I was going to enjoy tonight, first by
causing agony, pain and death to these children and then by turning a
decent human into a demon. Who says being a vampire is to be cursed?
Being shunned by God, being without a soul, freedom has its
price.

I feel no guilt as I approach the first of the children I grab him and
bring him deep into the shadows; the other children are too busy with
their game to notice his disappearance. I cover his mouth till we are
out of range; it wouldn't do to have him scaring off the other
children. I couldn't bring myself to kill him, with my hands covering
his mouth. The many joys of killing rest in hearing the screams of fear
and pain. I took him to a deserted farmhouse; I knew it was deserted,
since I had killed its owners a month ago. I uncovered his mouth; my
hand was damp from the young boy's tears. It only made the thought of
killing him, more pleasurable. Hunger kept me from scaring him, as I
usually do to my victims and the thought of four more kept me from
regretting it as I quickly bit deep into his neck. My heart raced as
the boy screamed in pain, his screams grew weaker as more blood was
drained from him. I gained so much pleasure in the boy's suffering that
it was hard to pull myself away. I increased the holes in his neck to
ensure that he would bleed to death. I never left any witnesses. I left
him there bleeding onto the straw and praying to his false god for
salvation.

The blood of the young boy energized me, and with that energy came the
anticipation of the other four. I returned to where I had left them.
They had finally noticed their friend missing and were running up and
down the street looking for him. All except for the youngest girl who
was still playing with her puppy, completely oblivious to what the
other children were doing. I licked my lips tasting the blood of my
latest victim, which was still dripping from my fangs and down my
chin.

The other children had run around the corner, leaving the little girl
and her puppy well within my reach. I was behind her before she was
ever aware of my presence, but by then it was far to late. I grabbed
her and clasped my hand over her mouth as I carried the girl, who was
still clutching her puppy, to the barn.

Once there I drew a deep breath invigorated by the smell of blood
within. The barn was now pitch black as the moon no longer shown
through the windows. I set the girl down awaiting the terrified
screams, but I was disappointed to fine her completely silent. She ran
forward, hoping to escape me, but, to my surprise and delight, she
instead tripped over the body of her friend. She landed on her knees in
his blood. At first she was unaware of what it was but I was more than
happy to light a lantern for her. Once she realized that her hands and
knees were covered in blood, I was graced with a scream of pure
terror.

She finally let go of her puppy, which she had been clutching to her
chest since the moment I grabbed her. She sat down right there and
began to sob, letting her dress become soaked in blood. I decided to be
merciful and end her suffering, lest she die of fright and deny me the
pleasure of killing her. She remained perfectly still as I advanced
upon her, realizing how hopeless it was to resist. When I lifted her up
to my fangs, she tilted her head, giving me easy access to her
neck.

I bit deep, finding more joy than usual in her screams of pain. I drank
my fill of her and then I dropped her and watched with evil fascination
as her blood mixed with that of her friend's.

I looked toward the window, it was late, and the rest of the children
could be spared for another night. Now it was the politician's turn. As
I turned to leave I heard a small whimper, the puppy had found the body
of its owner. I refused to let the animal's cries wake nearby mortals,
so I snatched the puppy up, it let out a startled yelp as I snapped
it's neck. I tossed it aside and it fell next to its owner, with a
bone-shattering thud. I turned and walked out.

I headed toward the house of the politician he would be my beginning.
Together we would bring back the creatures of the night. I knew that
soon the human race would cower in fear and the world would once again
be, as it should. I walked silently, through the now empty streets
imagining them full of vampires hunting their prey. I knew that soon my
vision would become a reality. I would once again work as the demon I
was born to be, my queen will be proud.

As I approached the house I was aware of an odd scent. It was a subtle
scent, one that no human could ever produce. I kept my guard up as I
walked further towards the house. I opened the door, which was
unlocked. It was a small town, and with myself being the last vampire,
they had nothing to worry about. Very rarely were my victims found,
most people considered the disappearances to be runaways. It was
amazing the lengths humans would go to convince themselves they were
safe.

I knew from the papers that the politician lived alone. Since the
lights were off I figured him to be sleeping. I moved quickly to the
bedroom. I turned on the lights, if he agreed to be a vampire before I
made him one, he would be much easier to control. He did not rouse and
after waiting a few moments I knelt down to bite his neck. I had very
little patience tonight, the sooner he was under my control, and the
sooner we could scout for more subjects.

Lowering my teeth to his neck I realized why he wasn't waking up.
Someone had beaten me and killed him before I could. Looking closer I
realized that his death could destroy my entire plan. But the fact that
he was dead was not what caused my vision harm. It was the two sloppy
holes through which his blood had been extracted.