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Anneliese Wagner sat in the red plush high-back chair sipping on a glass of red wine. She heaved a sigh of complete boredom as she glanced at her well manicured nails and then ran her long, delicate fingers through her thick, long, dark hair. Her pale eyes flashed as the hunger suddenly gave her a small stab, reminding her of what she was, what needed to be sated.
Vampire. The need for blood.
Slowly, Anneliese set her glass down and stood up. She walked over to an ornate mirror hanging on the wall and glanced at her reflection staring back at her. For a moment she mused over the silly myths and rumors that the humans she had no choice but to mingle with had created over the centuries. Oh how wrong most of them were. But that was the way of things. Her kind had managed to keep their secrets for far longer than her own immortal life and there was no chance that such things would be changing any time soon. The ruling clans of the vampire were fairly strict about such things, not to mention old fashioned in their way of thinking. Then, this was the way of things when your life spanned more than a millennia.
Anneliese smiled at her reflection, her young face smiling back. Her skin was like bisque porcelain, so smooth, so flawless. So cold. Licking her lush, pink lips she flicked her hair over her shoulder, letting it spill down her back in long, loose spirals, and headed out of her sitting room and into the hall. She floated down the hall until she came upon a staircase. Gracefully, fluidly, she descended the stairs and made her way toward the back of the mansion she resided in. She glanced at the window, the sky black as pitch, the silvery moon hidden behind some dark clouds that had suddenly rolled in. Another smile passed over her lips. She could feel her fangs begging to grow, to elongate. It made her gums ache and the desire for blood to become that much stronger.
There was a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder as Anneliese opened the door leading to the lower underbellies of her mansion. The place where she rested when the dreaded dawn finally came. The place where she could feed and be left alone. She descended to cold, stone steps until she reached the bottom. There she was greeted by a large wooden door with an iron knocker. She pushed it open with a loud creak and was greeted by a handsome man.
âHello,â Anneliese spoke quietly. The man just looked over at her, standing up as she began to slowly approach him.
âMy lady,â the man responded, giving her a slight bow and a smile. âYou are in need of me,â he added. âYou are so pale tonight.â
Anneliese smiled at the man, but on the inside she was screaming. She was tired of him. Heâd served his purpose well. He knew what she was, embraced it even. But there was something about him she just couldnât stand any longer. Sheâd always known heâd be cast off at some point and it was looking like tonight would be that night. There were plenty more blood hosts to be found. The streets were riddled with them. It was just a matter of finding the right one.
Anneliese heaved another quiet sigh. Ah to find the ârightâ one. She wondered if that would ever happen, if sheâd ever find the ârightâ human. So far, in her 300 plus years as a vampire, she hadnât been so lucky. But that never stopped her from hoping. No, sheâd been a dreamer once⦠before that fateful night of her turning. A night that altered her life in ways sheâd never dreamed it could.
Smiling, Anneliese approached the man, cupping his face with her delicate hand. âYes, I am very hungry.â
âMy vein is yours, my lady.â
Anneliese cringed at the manâs formality. Ever since heâd learned of what she was, when she came from, heâd started the charade. It angered her, frustrated her, added to her reasons as to why she needed to finally discard him.
âThank you,â Anneliese answered as she let her fangs grow, giving her gums some relief.
A small hiss escaped Annelieseâs mouth as she plunged her fangs deeply into the manâs flesh. His blood was delicious, but far from satisfying. It made her glad that sheâd decided to never turn him nor to bond him to her for eternity. He wasnât worthy. As she sucked and sucked on his neck, she could feel the manâs heart beat begin to race. The sudden increase sent adrenaline coursing throughout her body, leaving her in a state of euphoria. The man in her dark embrace began to pant heavily as if in ecstasy as she drank greedily from his offered vein.
Drinking, swallowing, savoring, Anneliese could suddenly feel the manâs heart beat begin to slow. Normally, she would stop then. Stop, lick the wounds sealing them up. But not this time. No. She was done with this man. She needed a new blood host. Someone more worthy, more satisfying. Feeling his heart beat become slower and slower, she continued to drink, her mouth relentlessly sucking on his vein, swallowing down every last drop that she could until his body went limp in her arms. Cold, lifeless. Gone.
Vampire. The need for blood.
Slowly, Anneliese set her glass down and stood up. She walked over to an ornate mirror hanging on the wall and glanced at her reflection staring back at her. For a moment she mused over the silly myths and rumors that the humans she had no choice but to mingle with had created over the centuries. Oh how wrong most of them were. But that was the way of things. Her kind had managed to keep their secrets for far longer than her own immortal life and there was no chance that such things would be changing any time soon. The ruling clans of the vampire were fairly strict about such things, not to mention old fashioned in their way of thinking. Then, this was the way of things when your life spanned more than a millennia.
Anneliese smiled at her reflection, her young face smiling back. Her skin was like bisque porcelain, so smooth, so flawless. So cold. Licking her lush, pink lips she flicked her hair over her shoulder, letting it spill down her back in long, loose spirals, and headed out of her sitting room and into the hall. She floated down the hall until she came upon a staircase. Gracefully, fluidly, she descended the stairs and made her way toward the back of the mansion she resided in. She glanced at the window, the sky black as pitch, the silvery moon hidden behind some dark clouds that had suddenly rolled in. Another smile passed over her lips. She could feel her fangs begging to grow, to elongate. It made her gums ache and the desire for blood to become that much stronger.
There was a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder as Anneliese opened the door leading to the lower underbellies of her mansion. The place where she rested when the dreaded dawn finally came. The place where she could feed and be left alone. She descended to cold, stone steps until she reached the bottom. There she was greeted by a large wooden door with an iron knocker. She pushed it open with a loud creak and was greeted by a handsome man.
âHello,â Anneliese spoke quietly. The man just looked over at her, standing up as she began to slowly approach him.
âMy lady,â the man responded, giving her a slight bow and a smile. âYou are in need of me,â he added. âYou are so pale tonight.â
Anneliese smiled at the man, but on the inside she was screaming. She was tired of him. Heâd served his purpose well. He knew what she was, embraced it even. But there was something about him she just couldnât stand any longer. Sheâd always known heâd be cast off at some point and it was looking like tonight would be that night. There were plenty more blood hosts to be found. The streets were riddled with them. It was just a matter of finding the right one.
Anneliese heaved another quiet sigh. Ah to find the ârightâ one. She wondered if that would ever happen, if sheâd ever find the ârightâ human. So far, in her 300 plus years as a vampire, she hadnât been so lucky. But that never stopped her from hoping. No, sheâd been a dreamer once⦠before that fateful night of her turning. A night that altered her life in ways sheâd never dreamed it could.
Smiling, Anneliese approached the man, cupping his face with her delicate hand. âYes, I am very hungry.â
âMy vein is yours, my lady.â
Anneliese cringed at the manâs formality. Ever since heâd learned of what she was, when she came from, heâd started the charade. It angered her, frustrated her, added to her reasons as to why she needed to finally discard him.
âThank you,â Anneliese answered as she let her fangs grow, giving her gums some relief.
A small hiss escaped Annelieseâs mouth as she plunged her fangs deeply into the manâs flesh. His blood was delicious, but far from satisfying. It made her glad that sheâd decided to never turn him nor to bond him to her for eternity. He wasnât worthy. As she sucked and sucked on his neck, she could feel the manâs heart beat begin to race. The sudden increase sent adrenaline coursing throughout her body, leaving her in a state of euphoria. The man in her dark embrace began to pant heavily as if in ecstasy as she drank greedily from his offered vein.
Drinking, swallowing, savoring, Anneliese could suddenly feel the manâs heart beat begin to slow. Normally, she would stop then. Stop, lick the wounds sealing them up. But not this time. No. She was done with this man. She needed a new blood host. Someone more worthy, more satisfying. Feeling his heart beat become slower and slower, she continued to drink, her mouth relentlessly sucking on his vein, swallowing down every last drop that she could until his body went limp in her arms. Cold, lifeless. Gone.