Vampires

I am a vampire, a young and cowardly vampire. I love the darkness, with its silky sheen and sky-like mystery. I used to do things like stare at some place with glass bead-like eyes on the front steps of the castle, listening to the elders say that the sun is evil and it will turn us to dust in an instant. So I hated the daytime, because the sun would come out during the day. And at that time we would all hide in our coffins and sleep senselessly until the moon hung over the treetops when we woke up.

　　I was a lonely child, and the vampires my age were out foraging for food. I drank the dark red blood they brought back. Icy cold can instantly make the body freeze. They say that humans are hypocritical and corrupt and greedy. They often travel between the lights. They wear a disgusting false smile, they eat all kinds of grass and meat, but the body has aromatic liquid like red wine, those bright red with a warm feeling. As long as you pointed lovely teeth bite through their neck, through the soft flesh hard to suck, that brightly colored liquid into the mouth to slide across the throat wet feeling, flowing through your teeth, intoxicating aroma. Listening to them talk about it, at that time I longed to suck blood.

　　I love the feeling of flying in the air, the distance between one tree to another, mid-air body weightless and lightly staggered in the branches of the trees. Sometimes I meet birds, resting in their nests, which are lovely creatures. I love the feeling of touching them, touching the soft warm feathers with my long black nails. Sometimes I would wake them up and they would fly like scared wings. At that time my mood will become very bad, let me reach out and grab a cruel to crush it in the palm of my hand, the inner pleasure of revenge, let them struggle, fluttering. Until the tiny body, it quietly lies in my hand motionless without a trace of life. The long black nails stroking it, warm tears dropping on the tiny body, soon seeped into the feathers and disappeared, I just want to touch you, need a little warmth. The vampire body will always inherit a trace of violence, hidden in the depths of the heart. It turns cruel whenever it is touched.

　　It was a man who painted, the soft light hitting the outline of his side face. I like people who paint, they can silently paint a variety of expressions story, without words but the most perfect narrator. I looked at him, through the window. And he was just a man. My food.

　　I walked in and stopped beside him. There was a black cat lying on the backpack on the floor, eyes closed and resting. It looked docile. Probably heard the movement of my walk over, open eyes warily looking at me, eyes cold. He did not notice me, but remained focused on painting, which made me inwardly curious. I stroked the hat on my head and tilted my head to look at the unfinished painting.

　　It was a large swath of dark green stuff, a sheet of paper was infested. What I saw was a blurred figure standing under a wall covered with plants, cold and damp, was he smiling. I thought. Why would there be a little bit of heartache.

　　Turn your eyes, but I do not know when he stopped painting to look at me, the heart of some panic. I turned around and walked back with my hand to lower the brim of my hat. "That ...... you dropped something." A warm voice sounded behind me. I stopped and turned my head to see him holding a string of chains in his hand. I wasn't familiar with it and I don't wear jewelry with it.

　　I leaned closer to him, "I don't think that's mine, and it appears to be a men's bracelet ......" I tried to be as warm as possible, but the corners of my mouth stayed stiff. He pranced and blushed, his jewel green eyes filled with embarrassment.

　　"Sorry, this is mine. It seems ...... I was too eager to try to get you to stay." He lowered his head, his fingers repeatedly rubbing the brush in his hand. The voice gradually lowered, "You know what? You are beautiful looking ...... and I have a special feeling about you." I froze, the silence can hear a clear heartbeat, its beating frequency is accelerating.

　　The hall is crowded, for the sudden birth of strange emotions inside, let me at a loss. At the time, I did not feel that it was love, and it was quietly happening.

　　Sitting in front of the steps in front of the castle, I looked up with my glass bead like eyes like the sky, with my pointed cute ears showing, and today it was still bright moonlight. The difference with the past is that I am not alone, there is a cat. A black cat with cold eyes staring at me, and it stared at it. The more unspeakably depressing, the more the expression was full of mockery. The anger in my heart shattered my sanity and I could no longer restrain myself from grabbing it. Throw it to the ground far away.

　　It only gave a mournful cry, followed by the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, lying on its back and not moving. It panted heavily the corners of its mouth overflowed with a large swath of sticky blood, bright in color. In the cold moonlight showed a hint of eerie horror, to death dying.

　　It still got up, turned its head to look at me, the eyebrows are no longer indifferent replaced by sadness, I was suddenly stunned, and then watched it twist and turn into the withered grass inside the hidden.

　　It is just a cat, a black cat. It was his cat, and it had the same jewel green eyes as he did.

　　"What would you like to eat?" He looked down at the menu, searching for something to suit his appetite.

　　"Sorry, I don't think I'm hungry yet. Besides, I don't really want to eat any food." I looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in my eyes.

　　"You're making me wonder ......" he said, his jewel green like eyes looking at me without moving. They emitted a fascinating shine. "What ...... do you mean?" I frowned slightly, my eyes held incomprehension.

　　"It seems, you don't eat every time. I've never seen you eat." He continued with his head down, "You're very pale and your hands are often cold. We only see each other at night, and there's the fact that you've never kissed me ......" He added a hint of childishness to his expression as he said this.

　　I was a little flustered, but wanted to laugh. "What are you going to say ......?" I asked him, pretending not to understand.

　　"I'm worried about you." His expression suddenly froze. "I feel like a fool. I don't understand you at all, and all this confuses me."

　　"Hmm." I nodded my head as I pondered how to answer him. It was a conundrum, our relationship didn't seem to have gotten to the point where we were throwing everything away, and I wasn't sure if he was scared, I feared. Or maybe I was scared too.

　　Having human-like feelings, even in cold-blooded animals can hesitate or be confused, always constantly afraid of losing something before expecting it. I fear this feeling, the feeling of not knowing that at some point it will suddenly be destroyed.

　　"Perhaps, we are not right for each other." I said, then looked like his eyes. He stood up in shock, as if he hadn't expected me to say such a thing. The actual fact is that you can't get to the point where you don't know how to be polite.

　　"We shop, eat, talk, hold hands, paint together ......" he said, his emerald-like eyes darkened and tinged with a layer of sadness. It came raging and emotional.

　　I walked over and kissed his brow, holding back a strong bloodthirsty craving. "It was a mistake, from the beginning to now." With that I turned away and didn't look away. If I had looked back, I would not have missed the sad to desperate look in his eyes.

　　The heart was panicking and suffocating, what a feeling it was. It was hard and exciting. The sweet blood, the irresistible temptation. I keep tasting the moist sensation in my mouth. I love you, but I want to kill you. This is a destiny that cannot be escaped after all.

　　He rushed down and pulled me tightly. Constantly trembling body, he said, you come with me. Then we got into a car.

　　Where are we going? I said, I am not afraid of this feeling, just do not want to aimlessly like a fool wandering. I looked at him expressionlessly, the atmosphere inside the car was oppressive, Mr. Driver looked at us in the rearview mirror until I met the eyes in the mirror, he smiled awkwardly, Miss you are beautiful. Turning to focus on driving, at that moment I had the urge to bloodlust. But I knew I couldn't. Just the body gets colder and colder. I knew I was hungry and the evil in my body was going to consume me. I felt grateful for the driver, who escaped a section.

　　He never said a word, or kept an eye on my expression. When I got out of the car, I realized it was the outskirts. There was no one at the moment.

　　He let go of me and drew a knife from his pocket. I said, "What are you doing? It was the knife he had used to cut the steak at dinner earlier. I didn't know when he had hidden it in his arms, and as the brightly colored blood dripped down and spread on the ground, it rushed into my nerves with a familiar smell. My breathing got heavier and heavier, and I couldn't resist the temptation. The excitement was almost destroying me. He laughed, I heard him laugh as I lunged to suck on his slashed wrist. In fact, I always knew you were different from the norm, that you were special. The Book of Ghost Stories

　　Unable to stop this temptation, and the heart can not restrain the sadness. The moment my sanity was destroyed I heard him say, I love you.

　　For long days I kept remembering. His ruby green eyes were full of sadness. That moment of despair pushed me into the dark abyss. Another night, I smiled demonically, with seduction and charm, and kissed another person's lips in the street where no one passed. The blood drummed desire in rampant sin.