A Vampire’s Diary Sally
A Vampire’s Diary
Sally
A flash of coin and a smile. That’s all it took with Sally.
I’d been following her for weeks before I struck.
I knew her habits, how she prowled the avenues south of Broad early in the morning.
I watched as Charleston’s finest young men had their way with her, their spirits high after twirling virtuous maidens over parquet floors.
They used Sally instead, slaking their callow frustrations inside her eager body.
And she was ever eager. Angel-voiced and graceful.
In another time, another place, she might have become a famous courtesan or elevated herself to a king’s mistress. Her beauty was singular. Splendid.
She beckoned me with a coy, knowing glance, pocketing my money and pressing herself against me as we kissed. Her mouth tasted of rum and cinnamon, her supple body yielding and warm. So warm. She invited me to follow her back to her rooms so we might take our time. She liked me. Wanted me.
But my needs were too urgent for a leisurely dalliance.
I pulled her into a nearby churchyard, which amused her at first. When she realized what was happening, panic bloomed in her eyes before she fell into a swoon, which made my work easy.
I waited until her heart stopped pumping, then covered her with my cloak and carried her back to the corner where I’d found her.
I retreated into the shadows, Sally’s essence with me, the rich treasure of her blood.
Although she wasn’t exalted in life, as she should have been, her death will make her immortal.
Both of us were cut from the same cloth, after all.
Used by the chivalry, only to be disregarded and forgotten about as soon as their needs are met.
Well. Now I will use them as they have used me.