She waited with bated breath as I ran my finger along the hollows of her neck. Perfection.This was the only word I could think of and Rose was a complete example of the word in every sense and even more. I had to be the luckiest man ever to have her lying here in my arms and moaning into my ears.While my fingers went on to play with her left breast my mind toiled with the idea that today was the day that has been chosen to make this perfect being mine.Forever.She already knew who I was and what I am, and that didn’t seem to scare her the slightest bit, at least not anymore. This makes me fall more in love with her than I ever thought was a possibilityI know I loved her to pieces but at the same time, I wonder and also battle with the idea of turning her into what I am and taking away life as she knew it forever.I love her too much to be selfish, but even as I think this said selfish thoughts, I feel her pull my head to her neck, directing my lips to the throbbing pulse on her n
I am not your regular stalker or any type of stalker for that matter, but I have recently found myself in a bit of a sticky situation. What started out as just a good old curious habit, stemming from a need to entertain myself has me spiraling out of control like I have some sort of compulsive disorder. Nothing more and no afterthoughts as to where this could go after I have made it to this point but I can only be hopeful. My stalking habits weren’t supposed to turn into regular action, but I guess when you listen to what any crazy stalker had to say, you will get a sense of familiarity with all the explanations I have given to try to justify all of my recent behavior. Over my many many years of existence, even while I was still mostly human, I have never felt anything like it before. The first time I saw her was at the grocery store two blocks away from her home. Yes I know where she lives now, and this piece of information wasn’t graciously offered by Rose, neither was she t
I live just a few blocks away from the store where I had first seen the girl that was giving me hours of restlessness, a couple of four to five blocks away on the much more posh side of the neighborhood. I lived in a white mansion that stood as the tallest building within a six-mile radius, so you definitely couldn’t miss it. I am the only son of a vampire king, the heir to the throne should anything ever happen to my father, so there are so many pecks to being me. I had over a dozen servants that cater to my every need, yet I am not easily described as a people person. I spend the greater part of my day attending a public function with the best poker face anyone can ever think of putting on, but once the show is over I lock myself inside my studio, painting away on something that would someday become a priceless painting for the humans to kill themselves over. I had a restless night that night, and it was during those moments of restlessness that I made the decision that I had to
Yuri was arguably one of the biggest vampires that the clan has ever known, which I guess made him a top choice for my father as my bodyguard. Rumour had it that he used to be a street wrestler back at Russia in the early eighteenth century before he was turned. The details of how he became a vampire aren’t clear since he has never really talked about it, and no one else has ever come forward to claim that he or she sired him or knew who did. One other thing I found the most strange when it came to Yuri, which was arguably a long list was how he had no accent. He usually spoke a clear clean-cultish language, which meant that he either worked hard to get rid of his accent, or he wasn’t from where legend had it that he came from. Vampires are known to be a bit uptight and set in their ways, especially ones as old as Yuri. You can tell where an old vampire is originally or what era he came from by the way they spoke. Yet in Yuri’s case, the only marker that showed that he was Russ
It has been a week since I had my little secret chat with my otherwise silent bodyguard.Seven whole days and yet I have still been unable to come up with a feasible plan that will allow the human girl to get to know me at least before anything else.Every time I thought I had a good plan, something along the lines of cool and casual, I never get the chance to test it out.I have not even had the time long enough to even go on my regular nightly strolls among the humans.If I didn’t know any better I would say the mere mention of my secret indulgence within these palace walls had managed to necessitate the need for an even more busy schedule for the crowned Prince.I could say that someone heard me talk about what I did with my free time and decided that I had too much time on my hands and that it was a problem that required urgent fixing before the situation escalates and Trouble becomes a word that would be needed for effective daily conversations.This is of course what I would thi
I knew exactly where to find her at this time of the evening; parting ways with her so called girlfriends after their time at their favorite lounge/ bar or whatever the hell that place was. It was a Friday Routine for her and her friends who I by the way think are terrible people compared to her. A fact she agrees with unfortunately but can’t seem to detach herself from them. There is something about being afraid of being alone that plagues mortals that always leads them into making terrible decisions. Surprisingly this was something I can relate to, a streak of mine you could say, otherwise I wouldn’t be out here on a rather windy night trying to shadow a young woman on the hopes that I would be able to find the best scenario that is worthy or perfect for an introduction. I watched from across the street as she said here goodbyes to her two friends Kelsey and Terra but May was nowhere to be found. Again I knew their name not because they told me, but because I have shadowed them l
There was no way I would have gone home, at least not after she just spoke to me in for the first time. It is also the first time she has actually seen me.I tried to honor her request and finding my way back home, but there was just something that didn’t just feel quite right about going home at this time. Maybe it was the same thing that made it seem okay to stalk this lovely human for as long as I have or maybe the scales tipped in my favour tonight and she finally knows about my existence.Maybe the idea of her knowledge of my existence the source of the adrenaline pumping with me.One moment I am thinking about how I had blown my chance at a perfect introduction, and the next I am standing at the door to her her apartment, rapping the door three time.I realize now that this is as terrible an idea as ideas could ever get, but I as already too in to back down as I let myself knock again. This time the door is pulled open before I could complete the knock pattern that I had d
Any normal thinking person would have thought it a terrible idea to open the door to a stranger by one in the morning, but as I have always liked to point out to my late parents or to anyone who cared enough to listen, I wasn’t normal.For as long as I can remember I have felt like I am just a being that is currently being trapped in this vessel I call a body.It might sound weird to you, or anyone else especially my friends but that is the least of my worries. The top of the list is that I am yet to answer the question of who I am and what my purpose of existence is.Until I figure that out, I am going to continue to be my scared and immensely flawed self.Now back to the case in point. The stranger was currently in my hallway, even though it is six in the morning and I had successfully managed to slam the door in his face at around 1:30 in a sneaky attempt to get a good night's sleep.That might have been a tad bit rude of me, but in my defense, I was exhausted from spending time wi
I had tried to ignore his presence outside my door for as long as I possibly can while I went through my normal morning routine of Yoga and next would have been chugging down some freshly blended smoothie mix for breakfast, but for today a cup of coffee would suffice. I feel a hang over coming on from the drinking and the late night.A funny fact that most people didn’t know is that I abhorred drinking with everything in me. I hated spending long hours outside my home which until very recently was very own sanctuary because I always made sure to let no one visit.Surprisingly since recently for some reason, I was doing the very things I despised.One could say that spending more time outside stemmed from my need to see the handsome seemingly dangerous stranger that was very much still hanging out at my front door at the moment. I had somehow come to the conclusion that the only reason I hadn’t seen the dark beautiful man all these time before was because I had spent the most part
Any normal thinking person would have thought it a terrible idea to open the door to a stranger by one in the morning, but as I have always liked to point out to my late parents or to anyone who cared enough to listen, I wasn’t normal.For as long as I can remember I have felt like I am just a being that is currently being trapped in this vessel I call a body.It might sound weird to you, or anyone else especially my friends but that is the least of my worries. The top of the list is that I am yet to answer the question of who I am and what my purpose of existence is.Until I figure that out, I am going to continue to be my scared and immensely flawed self.Now back to the case in point. The stranger was currently in my hallway, even though it is six in the morning and I had successfully managed to slam the door in his face at around 1:30 in a sneaky attempt to get a good night's sleep.That might have been a tad bit rude of me, but in my defense, I was exhausted from spending time wi
There was no way I would have gone home, at least not after she just spoke to me in for the first time. It is also the first time she has actually seen me.I tried to honor her request and finding my way back home, but there was just something that didn’t just feel quite right about going home at this time. Maybe it was the same thing that made it seem okay to stalk this lovely human for as long as I have or maybe the scales tipped in my favour tonight and she finally knows about my existence.Maybe the idea of her knowledge of my existence the source of the adrenaline pumping with me.One moment I am thinking about how I had blown my chance at a perfect introduction, and the next I am standing at the door to her her apartment, rapping the door three time.I realize now that this is as terrible an idea as ideas could ever get, but I as already too in to back down as I let myself knock again. This time the door is pulled open before I could complete the knock pattern that I had d
I knew exactly where to find her at this time of the evening; parting ways with her so called girlfriends after their time at their favorite lounge/ bar or whatever the hell that place was. It was a Friday Routine for her and her friends who I by the way think are terrible people compared to her. A fact she agrees with unfortunately but can’t seem to detach herself from them. There is something about being afraid of being alone that plagues mortals that always leads them into making terrible decisions. Surprisingly this was something I can relate to, a streak of mine you could say, otherwise I wouldn’t be out here on a rather windy night trying to shadow a young woman on the hopes that I would be able to find the best scenario that is worthy or perfect for an introduction. I watched from across the street as she said here goodbyes to her two friends Kelsey and Terra but May was nowhere to be found. Again I knew their name not because they told me, but because I have shadowed them l
It has been a week since I had my little secret chat with my otherwise silent bodyguard.Seven whole days and yet I have still been unable to come up with a feasible plan that will allow the human girl to get to know me at least before anything else.Every time I thought I had a good plan, something along the lines of cool and casual, I never get the chance to test it out.I have not even had the time long enough to even go on my regular nightly strolls among the humans.If I didn’t know any better I would say the mere mention of my secret indulgence within these palace walls had managed to necessitate the need for an even more busy schedule for the crowned Prince.I could say that someone heard me talk about what I did with my free time and decided that I had too much time on my hands and that it was a problem that required urgent fixing before the situation escalates and Trouble becomes a word that would be needed for effective daily conversations.This is of course what I would thi
Yuri was arguably one of the biggest vampires that the clan has ever known, which I guess made him a top choice for my father as my bodyguard. Rumour had it that he used to be a street wrestler back at Russia in the early eighteenth century before he was turned. The details of how he became a vampire aren’t clear since he has never really talked about it, and no one else has ever come forward to claim that he or she sired him or knew who did. One other thing I found the most strange when it came to Yuri, which was arguably a long list was how he had no accent. He usually spoke a clear clean-cultish language, which meant that he either worked hard to get rid of his accent, or he wasn’t from where legend had it that he came from. Vampires are known to be a bit uptight and set in their ways, especially ones as old as Yuri. You can tell where an old vampire is originally or what era he came from by the way they spoke. Yet in Yuri’s case, the only marker that showed that he was Russ
I live just a few blocks away from the store where I had first seen the girl that was giving me hours of restlessness, a couple of four to five blocks away on the much more posh side of the neighborhood. I lived in a white mansion that stood as the tallest building within a six-mile radius, so you definitely couldn’t miss it. I am the only son of a vampire king, the heir to the throne should anything ever happen to my father, so there are so many pecks to being me. I had over a dozen servants that cater to my every need, yet I am not easily described as a people person. I spend the greater part of my day attending a public function with the best poker face anyone can ever think of putting on, but once the show is over I lock myself inside my studio, painting away on something that would someday become a priceless painting for the humans to kill themselves over. I had a restless night that night, and it was during those moments of restlessness that I made the decision that I had to
I am not your regular stalker or any type of stalker for that matter, but I have recently found myself in a bit of a sticky situation. What started out as just a good old curious habit, stemming from a need to entertain myself has me spiraling out of control like I have some sort of compulsive disorder. Nothing more and no afterthoughts as to where this could go after I have made it to this point but I can only be hopeful. My stalking habits weren’t supposed to turn into regular action, but I guess when you listen to what any crazy stalker had to say, you will get a sense of familiarity with all the explanations I have given to try to justify all of my recent behavior. Over my many many years of existence, even while I was still mostly human, I have never felt anything like it before. The first time I saw her was at the grocery store two blocks away from her home. Yes I know where she lives now, and this piece of information wasn’t graciously offered by Rose, neither was she t
She waited with bated breath as I ran my finger along the hollows of her neck. Perfection.This was the only word I could think of and Rose was a complete example of the word in every sense and even more. I had to be the luckiest man ever to have her lying here in my arms and moaning into my ears.While my fingers went on to play with her left breast my mind toiled with the idea that today was the day that has been chosen to make this perfect being mine.Forever.She already knew who I was and what I am, and that didn’t seem to scare her the slightest bit, at least not anymore. This makes me fall more in love with her than I ever thought was a possibilityI know I loved her to pieces but at the same time, I wonder and also battle with the idea of turning her into what I am and taking away life as she knew it forever.I love her too much to be selfish, but even as I think this said selfish thoughts, I feel her pull my head to her neck, directing my lips to the throbbing pulse on her n