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Alas, if only that were how it was played out in my woeful tale. If only I HAD laid hands upon all her treasures, as you have so elegantly delineated, and there really was none to comfort her. If only the sorrows were her burden and the shame and regret weighing heavily upon her conscious, for it is not so. In the end, it was truthfully my shame that was visible. I held the greatest regret of all, to ever have met that young girl that dreary and bleak night, in the park...

I can feel the wind still, bristling my clothes like fall leaves in the wind. Like all living things, I had begun to hunger for food. And like all predators, I had stalked the said prey, waiting for the prime moment of opportunity to strike. Though it does not serve any consequence, I suppose I shall describe the creature to you. The prey happened to be blonde, naturally beautiful in every way. Her figure was fair for a human’s, though she swayed like a drunk. She seemed to be in her late twenties, happily taking a stroll through the desolate park in the dead of night, most probably for a shortcut to one of the apartments on the other side. I must confess, I prefer to go for the young women. It was not as if I had abhorred the taste of men, but they had less offensive maneuvers and very minimum defense strategies, making for a very easy target.

Watching her did very little to excite anything more than my hunger, in spite of her beauty. All my concentration was on was where it would be a fine place to ‘introduce myself’. After peering from my perch a nice little opening surrounded by high trees, I contented myself with being patient till she arrived. Finally, it was my time to strike. I nimbly leapt down from the branch I had been towering upon. Luckily, because it was late at night, probably twelve, there weren't any others in the park at all that I was aware of that night. And so, without another thought, I landed smoothly upon the trail and brushed myself off. I imitated something of a waltz as I went towards her, a charming smile upon my face. The blonde looked startled as I tapped her shoulder, probably because she never saw me coming.

"Good evening, Madame. What a pleasant night for a stroll," I commented lightly, tipping my hat. As she seemed reluctant to inquire any more into our acquaintance, I gently touched her cold hand with my lips, an old ritual of greeting I had grown accustomed to.

"W-who are you," she stuttered, probably terrified by my old English gothic style of dress. It’s not too difficult to picture. Top-hat, tuxedo tailed coat, and I suppose a fancy little dress shirt. True, it is an odd habit to wear such décor in twenty-first century America but for some reason, I would feel naked if I were ever to part with it. I mean, that WAS when and where I had been born. It merely felt comfortable.

I allowed a slight smirk, revealing the glint of my fangs. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped in a gaping manner. Before she could scream, I had sunken my teeth deep into her lovely neck. Her blood gently filled my mouth, the savory taste making my tongue tingle. I felt her fall limp inside my arms as I drank from her life, enjoying every drop. Such delectable, tender skin and perfectly aged blood. I wouldn't stop until I was fully satisfied. I had no other thought in the world then the diversion of a pleasant meal.

My first mistake: There was someone there, watching. I hadn't realized this until the young lady's motionless body laid in my arms’ embrace. I gently lifted her feet off the ground, carrying her in my arms like a new bride, and walked over towards a tree, laying her beneath it. I was sure to leave her in a position that did not harm her beauty or wound her pride. Demonic as vampires might be, I was never one to just leave my victims in a state where they could be believed to be compromised in their virtue. The handsome face struck me a little as I gently brushed the loose strands of golden hair away from her face and swept away the extra blood trickling from her neck. Her chest was motionless and the pulse had completely stopped by that time. She was dead, like many others that sacrifice their blood to us higher beings. It was nature and could not be helped.

I twirled around, ready to head back home after my late-night meal. Of course there the creature stood, staring me down with an indifferent gaze that I would ever have expected. There was a lull in time where I studied her carefully. She seemed to be a young girl, perhaps only just fifteen. She wore one of those Catholic private school uniforms, a short plaid skirt and a white collared blouse. And yet this wasn't one of those perfect Catholic maiden's to say the least. She wore far too many accessories, perhaps five or six necklaces covering her pale neck. On one wrist she wore a dark blue sweat band with a skull on one side and the words on the other Bad Company Corrupts. Of course she would know of that. On the other wrist were countless more bracelets, perhaps even more than the necklaces. Silver bands, black jelly bracelets, and countless more dangled and drowned her arms. Her blonde hair was held up in the messiest fashion that I probably couldn't do it justice to describe with words. I'll leave it to your imagination. Your kind has been clever enough to think of plenty of ridiculous things. She stared at me, and I watched her.

Now usually I would have just sunken my fangs into her and had done with it, but I wasn't hungry any longer causing a bit of a problem. If I bit her, and left her all by her lonesome in the park, that would be wasting good human. And the fact that she would survive would be horrid as well, seeing as I would be responsible and severely punished for letting the third monster come. Seeing as there were no clear options, my mind was made up. I knew precisely what I had to do, regardless of my feelings upon the subject.

I smiled, gracefully, not pleasantly, the curve deepening the corners of my mouth, and removed my top hat with a gentle mock bow. "Your Grace. My sincerest apologies on what you just had witnessed. I didn't mean for my spectacle to frighten you."

The young girl gave an awkward glance in response, whispering, "I'm not frightened."

My graceful smile turned into an amused smirk, as I held back chuckling, "Then tell me, why is your heart pulsing so violently? Almost as if it wishes to escape from your body?"

"I'm anxious, not scared."

I took a few steps forward playfully; she did not run away to my delight. Then I just gently glided over to her, coming right in her expressionless face. She did not blink, she did not look away, or anything you yourselves know you would have done in the situation. Do not flatter yourselves to think you would be as impudent as she, for she is one of a kind. She was the only one with no fire or fear in her eyes, just a blank look. There was nothing else to do, so I whispered gently into the hollow of her ear, "So sorry." And with that, I hit her pressure point hard enough to make her fall limp, and I placed her in my arms. I began to bring her home... my second mistake and one I would be lamenting for, for a while yet.