Chapter Two
Adonis
My vices are beautiful women and tasty men. Beautiful women keep me in supply of my blood needs. Tasty men, well, they keep me in supply of my food needs. I’m a cannibal. There is no meat as tasty as human flesh. Before you judge me, you should give it a try. Only then will your opinion matter. Does this make me as bad as Cassius? No. I take my meat from the scourge of this earth.
Mostly.
Sometimes.
Well, as much as possible. At any rate, I don't eat daily. Usually only once or twice a month.
The clan I’m with now stays in a warehouse loft. We keep a small group of pomme de sang around to watch over us during the day. They feed us when we wake up. Well, feed most of the clan members. I prefer getting my donation from an unsuspecting person. The less they want to offer their blood, the more I crave it. Desire it. Besides, all I have to do is look into their baby blues, and they instantly grow eager.
Taking what I want is a game. I only take a small amount. It’s all I need to survive. I want more, but I deny myself the extra. I refuse to become a monster like my sire. I stay just long enough to sneak a peek at my victim’s memories and ambitions.
Because of my age, I don't need rest at night, nor do I get weak during the day. I just need to stay away from the sun. Our house humans only manage to annoy me. They desperately want to be changed. As I’ve stated, I’ll never do that. I have no wish to sire anyone. There are plenty of female vampires to sleep with, and I find my own blood sources. I don't need any extra complications in my life. I enjoy it as is. It’s my kind of normal.
We go out each night to mingle with the mortals. They consider us creatures of the night . That description fits me just fine. Tonight, I’m on the prowl. I need nourishment. I head into the club, and nothing seems out of place. The music is playing so loud that the floor is vibrating. There are bodies gyrating on the dance floor, like snakes in a pit. I slide over to the bar, leaning against the weathered counter. As I survey the area, I see her.
I swear my heart stops it’s rhythmic thumping. She is sheer perfection. I’ve heard of this happening before, but I’ve always thought it was nothing more than an urban legend.
“Let me gorge on your soul and delight in your sins,” I whisper as I watch her across the room. She is tantalizing. I need to know her, and at the same time, I need to keep my distance. I've never needed to be this close to anyone before, never felt this way about any other mortal or vampire. It is as if her soul is singing to mine.
My twin flame.
She turns her head slightly, catching my eye. I feel like I’m staring into her soul until she finally turns away. I need to get closer, but terror consumes me. This is uncharted territory. What would I even say? “Oh, hey. I'm destined to be with you for the rest of eternity. Just letting you know.” Yeah, I’m sure she’d take that well.
She turns toward me and offers me the most electric smile I've ever seen. I desperately need to be inside of her. Nothing else matters at this point, and it’s all I can think of. I have a couple of options: One, I can follow her and compel her to come with me. Or, two, I can walk away and bide my time. I take choice two. I want her to come to me of her own free will.