The Wrath Of A Vampire Master
t 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 b
ows. The only shadow it is not casting is that of mine. See I am not your typical kind of h
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
w either, but I do often wonder how different my life would have been. I am in no way saying that I hate who
being a god in your own world. The power and immortality are by far
ould normally be dangerous but what
night. I am not much one for socializing but if it
Edward. As she sees me walk on over, he rises from his chair and embrace
ung lad," I joki
us, Edward always show and treats me with the utmost respect.
r coming S
d. So what exactly do you find so exciting
stian, can you see all
ents of so many women attacks my nostrils. On
mean," I say, nodding
o good. Then he says, "We might be dead, but we still get the same satisfaction out of
perfectly enough pleasure from one of our kind," I try to reassu
any hundred year old vampire. And in any case
t the height of sexual pleasure our true nature is revealed,"
is to you, that once you have had the flesh of a mort
man in the heat of ecstasy. I do desire the feeling of companionship, even though I woul
, Edward interrupts me from my thoughts, "I can see you are considering
the bar as I laugh at Edward's remark, "Thi
e prowl at night, if not to feed then wh
e to entertain him for a moment "Alri
m across the room that draws my attention. It is a sweet scent of jasmine a
the bar has sparked my att
on earth do I say? Excuse me but I
prepared to have a cosmopo
blue eyes are accentuated by a perfectly heart shaped face. The beautiful line of her li
an for any other thing than feeding. This might be a foolish mista
Alright I will try this bu
t ask me twice, her friend looks very much inviting.
spers in her friend's ear but I cannot make out what they are saying. When we finally reach their table, Edward is first to spea
n I thought. That curve of her lip makes her irresistible.
hear her heartbeat and it is beating to a hum that draw
I feel when I need to feed. This is a different type of hunger. It is boiling from deep inside my core, a burning ache. I need
desire and ecstasy build up in me. If I do not leave n
esence, I abruptly speak out of tur