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- Jan 26, 2010
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Constanza stood on top of the brownstone, looking down at the people bustling about on the streets below. The sun had set and the stars were shining brightly despite their light being dulled by the flashing artificial lights of downtown. Watching the people, she tried to make note of where people were heading, what they looked like, what they seemed to be up to. She was hungry. She needed to feed. The burn deep within her soul trying to consume her and make her the beast her kind usually was. Flicking her nearly black hair over a shoulder, her blue eyes flashed as she caught sight of a potential blood host.
Constanza was not your average 22 year old woman. She was much older, nearly 300 years old, though she didnât look it. She was other. She was vampire, a beast out of mythos that humans believed non-existent. Oh how wrong they were. So naïve. Sheâd been turned during the mid-1700s, a time when music, romance and proper etiquette were the way of life. Sheâd seen many things over the centuries. So much death, so much sorrow. Now she was looking to find out who she truly was, disregarding that sheâd once been human and that she was now vampire. She wanted to know who Constanza Strauss was, no ties to anything save that which made her live.
Standing atop the brownstone, Constanza licked her lips as her fangs started to grow, making her gums ache. Sheâd found her blood host. With a smile, she gracefully leapt down off the building, landing in a dark and deserted side street. With supernatural speed, she ran around the building and sighted her target. Casually, she walked up to the man and gave him a smile. Almost immediately, he feel under vampiric spell. All too easy. Giving him a nod, she walked back to the deserted street, the man following her like a loyal puppy. The moment they were alone, she struck, sinking her fangs deep into his neck. His blood had the slightly metallic taste of cigarettes, but she didnât care, she swallowed down each drop greedily.
Constanzaâs blood host was starting to go limp in her arms, so she knew it was time to pull away. That was always the hardest part. Mustering up all her will power, she let go. She then licked his wounds, sealing them up and stood before the man smiling brightly, her cheeks flushed as his blood began to nourish her body.
âThanks,â Constanza said to the man.
âSure,â he replied slightly dazed. He wasnât sure why Constanza was thanking him, but no matter. At that, he walked away, not having any idea as to what had just occurred.
Constanza stretched and looked up into the night sky and smiled. From the looks of it, it was slowly approaching 9pm. Sheâd promised a human friend sheâd made that sheâd attend a party he was hosting. Normally, she didnât like such things, but lately she found such affairs to be good for her, a way for her to mingle with humans, to reacquaint herself with their ways. It was one of the things she felt must be done if she was to truly discover who she was as a being. Heaving a sigh, she brushed her hands over her fitted black pants and straightened out the sleeves of her pale blue three-quarter sleeve blouse. Setting her jaw, her fangs no longer present, she set off to go to her friendâs party.
Constanza was not your average 22 year old woman. She was much older, nearly 300 years old, though she didnât look it. She was other. She was vampire, a beast out of mythos that humans believed non-existent. Oh how wrong they were. So naïve. Sheâd been turned during the mid-1700s, a time when music, romance and proper etiquette were the way of life. Sheâd seen many things over the centuries. So much death, so much sorrow. Now she was looking to find out who she truly was, disregarding that sheâd once been human and that she was now vampire. She wanted to know who Constanza Strauss was, no ties to anything save that which made her live.
Standing atop the brownstone, Constanza licked her lips as her fangs started to grow, making her gums ache. Sheâd found her blood host. With a smile, she gracefully leapt down off the building, landing in a dark and deserted side street. With supernatural speed, she ran around the building and sighted her target. Casually, she walked up to the man and gave him a smile. Almost immediately, he feel under vampiric spell. All too easy. Giving him a nod, she walked back to the deserted street, the man following her like a loyal puppy. The moment they were alone, she struck, sinking her fangs deep into his neck. His blood had the slightly metallic taste of cigarettes, but she didnât care, she swallowed down each drop greedily.
Constanzaâs blood host was starting to go limp in her arms, so she knew it was time to pull away. That was always the hardest part. Mustering up all her will power, she let go. She then licked his wounds, sealing them up and stood before the man smiling brightly, her cheeks flushed as his blood began to nourish her body.
âThanks,â Constanza said to the man.
âSure,â he replied slightly dazed. He wasnât sure why Constanza was thanking him, but no matter. At that, he walked away, not having any idea as to what had just occurred.
Constanza stretched and looked up into the night sky and smiled. From the looks of it, it was slowly approaching 9pm. Sheâd promised a human friend sheâd made that sheâd attend a party he was hosting. Normally, she didnât like such things, but lately she found such affairs to be good for her, a way for her to mingle with humans, to reacquaint herself with their ways. It was one of the things she felt must be done if she was to truly discover who she was as a being. Heaving a sigh, she brushed her hands over her fitted black pants and straightened out the sleeves of her pale blue three-quarter sleeve blouse. Setting her jaw, her fangs no longer present, she set off to go to her friendâs party.