NOTE: I cannot remember the last time I wrote a short story so please bear with me on this. I want to practice writing fiction because pirmi lang akong kinabuhi inyo mabasahan ngari. hehe.
The final ray of the sun cast a long shadow as it quietly submerged itself into the sea. Alas, it is time for me to search my prey. To scourge the earth for the perfect bride for the night.
I can already feel it...porcelain neck smooth as silk...the thought just makes me shiver with pure pleasure.
Dark night after dark night, I pleasure myself with the sweetest juice this earth has to offer. From queens, to peasants, to high class city bit**es. The cream of the crop...French, English, Asians...oh sweet little Asians...Their caramel necks just bring utmost delight.
And then there was Carmella. Beautiful little Carmella with that horrid hibiscus tucked behind her left ear all the time. I don't know if she knew that she smiled in her sleep. She always did. My night was never complete without me looking at her, unaware, wandering peacefully in dreamland. Sometimes I wondered if I entered her dreams too. Could I also be the reason behind her smile?
It was dark and cold on the night that I found her...I was hungry...famished actually! I was ready to gobble up the little jumping bunnies in the forest but I stopped myself...Nothing but the best of Eve's descendants for the best of Adam's.
And that's when I saw soft pink curtains billowing from a small window. I licked my lips and knew that I have found my prey. I quietly jumped and within a split second, I was invisibly staring at the most peculiar thing that I have seen in my entire immortal life.
I saw her, lying on her belly, clutching a pencil, furiously writing something. But what blew me away were here eyes. Her large brown eyes that were brimming with bitter tears. Those were the saddest pair of eyes I have ever seen. I peered at the piece of paper that she was writing on…Sad, sad words…It had words that I did not understand… “Love”, “Betrayal”, “Broken Heart”…
And she just did not stop crying! I did not know what to do. I just stared at her…my thirst peculiarly vanished. Not until she was asleep was I able to come near her. A pink hibiscus clumsily fell from her hair. The piece of paper she was writing on was now wrinkled and blotted with her tears.
I was afraid to touch her. Afraid to cause her more pain than what she has gone through with the person she was writing that letter to. I was prepared to just leave, it was almost sunrise…and then I saw her smile.
Since then, I always went to her before I secluded into my own dark isolation. She was the only one I spared. For what reasons? I do not know.
All I know is that every time I saw her, I was overwhelmed by a feeling that I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I just wanted to protect her from whatever it was that caused her to shed all those tears that night.
And yes, perhaps, above all else…I wanted to protect her from myself.
And so I went on with it…every night…until her hair grew white and her wrinkles showed. It was always that same smile when she slept…And still that same sadness whenever I caught her awake. One time I caught her gazing outside her window, was she still thinking of that person she was writing to? I never saw her with anyone else. I only saw her with me…
Until I never saw her again. I thought it was just gonna be one of those nights…But all I saw was a neatly made bed with hibiscus flowers scattered all over it.
I grieved that night. Howled louder than the lycans.
Now, I spare no one. I have learned my lesson.
I am a vampire. No mortal should ever make me feel that way again.
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