It is another cold and rainy winter's night in London. There is not much warm days around this time of year. Not that I can feel much of the warmth anyway, in fact I do not even feel the cold. What I can feel is the rain beating down onto my skin. I have done this so many nights that this one more makes no world of difference to me.
As I make my way down the long-deserted road, I can see the street lights cast ominous shadows. The only shadow it is not casting is that of mine. See I am not your typical kind of human, in fact I am not human at all. I gave up living the living over two hundred years ago.
I would like to consider myself as a special kind of species, but most will see me as a monster. My life has not always been this way though, I once was a man. Not that I am not a man now, I just do not feel the same. The day my pounding heart died, so did everything that was me. I could no longer feel hurt, pain, or even love in the sense that humans do.
I have never experienced true love but as a young man I always dream of it. Dream is not something I feel now either, but I do often wonder how different my life would have been. I am in no way saying that I hate who I am now. I just long for the things of a mortal man, the things that I had to give up the day I became me.
Being what I am, one of the most powerful creatures on earth, is like being a god in your own world. The power and immortality are by far the best part. Who would not want to live forever and never grow old.
Walking down this deserted street would normally be dangerous but what if I am the one that is the danger?
I am meeting Edward at this pub he likes to go at night. I am not much one for socializing but if it keeps him at the trouble then I much rather would.
As I finally arrive at this bar, I make my way through the crowd and find Edward. As she sees me walk on over, he rises from his chair and embraces me in the kind of hugs that human men like to give, "Good evening sir."
"Good evening young lad," I jokingly say in reply.
We both burst out laughing. As I am the older of the both of us, Edward always show and treats me with the utmost respect. In our world respect is one of the key things to everything.
"Thanks for coming Sebastian."
"Anything to keep you out of trouble Edward. So what exactly do you find so exciting hanging around such a dingy little hole?"
"Just look around Sebastian, can you see all these beautiful woman?"
I turn my head and scan the bar, the sweet scents of so many women attacks my nostrils. One thing we have is a very keen sense of smell.
"I indeed see what you mean," I say, nodding my head in agreement.
Edward forms the kind of wicked smile upon his face, the one he does when he is up to no good. Then he says, "We might be dead, but we still get the same satisfaction out of sexual pleasure. And this my man, this is where I find it. You should try it some time."
"Edward I am not about to align my life with a human. I can get perfectly enough pleasure from one of our kind," I try to reassure him knowing full well he does not believe a word that I speak.
"Sebastian, these ladies know more things than any hundred year old vampire. And in any case when last have you been with one of our kind?"
"How do you keep what you are from all these women? You know at the height of sexual pleasure our true nature is revealed," I ask out of true curiosity for such thing I truly do not know.
"It is a skill that you learn over time. I promise this to you, that once you have had the flesh of a mortal woman, you would never go back looking at our kind."