often feed in places where I knew he would be, just to observe his wretched ways. It was a true delight.
The townspeople thought he was responsible for the many disappearances, and they feared him. I continued hunting in his territory, and as a result, he was blamed for things he didn’t do, things he couldn’t do, such as murders in the dozens.
During this time I often wondered how long Mynea had watched me. I wanted to know why she chose to give birth to me instead of feeding upon me. Why did she choose to love me and not to bury me or leavemy carcass to the rodents? I guess I was more than Eli, much more than he would ever be.
I guess one could say that I was responsible for all of his murders the day I decided to kill him and didn’t. Sure, I could have dispatched him whenever I wanted and perhaps prevented bloodshed by his hand; but who was I to prevent bloodshed? Eli represented much more than an interesting meal. I wanted to follow him. I wanted to study him. I wanted to know him.
I admired his cunningness and uncompromising skill at disposing of his victims. I was amused by his arrogance. I witnessed many of his chilling encounters with those unfortunate enough to cross his path. The theft of an old lady’s possessions after he knocked her unconscious with a swift punch of his hairy fist. The rape and sodomizing of a young man and his wife, the death of the woman, and the man left to be tormented by his memories for the rest of his life. Of course, I couldn’t let him go on living under such anguish. I, after Eli vanished, took whatever life he had left. I considered it a mercy killing.
I witnessed dear Eli slitting the throat of a local merchant for his money. He later went to the man’s home, having acquired his keys and address from his belongings, and visited with his family. He forced the man’s wife to cook for him, pleasure him as if he were the patron of the house, and then killed her and their daughter. He overlooked a young boy who was hiding, so I took it upon myself to relieve the child of the miserable life he would endure as an orphan. Of course, I don’t kill children, for children are inherently innocent, and this case was no exception. I simply peeked into the child’s mind and took him to a relative’s home, where I left him with enough gold to be cared for until adulthood.
Eli was neither neat nor discrete in disposing of his victims’ corpses. Though he knew he was wanted, he still did not clean up his messes. Perhaps he knew one day he would be caught. This notion was correct. He just didn’t know he was going to be caught by me, the slayer of men. Eli didn’t know that darkness had chosen him that day in late September.
After tracking him for several weeks, I was able to predict his whereabouts from night to night. It took only a bit of logical deduction on my part. Once I was within a few cubits of him, his signature heartbeatwould direct me to him. I knew this night his conquest would take him to Damiat, near the mouth of the Nile, so to Damiat I went.
The journey to Damiat took far less time than it would have decades prior. I was now able to propel myself several kilometers at will, without the aid of the wind. The laws of physics were now bending to my demand. I was no longer bound by the rules of gravity. My ability to fly intrigued Mynea. She told me no other vampire whom she had known could take flight as I could. The others could move swiftly, as well as make enormous leaps, but not actually fly. This gift manifested within me and was mine and mine alone.
As soon as I arrived in Damiat, I began listening for his steady heartbeat. Once I isolated it, I began my pursuit. Within minutes I had him. But he wasn’t alone. I could read his mind and learned that with him was a woman of tender age, a girl. I took to the sky and perched myself on a rooftop seven stories above, peering down on Eli and the girl. It was a dark alley and, except for them, completely deserted. Eli
The townspeople thought he was responsible for the many disappearances, and they feared him. I continued hunting in his territory, and as a result, he was blamed for things he didn’t do, things he couldn’t do, such as murders in the dozens.
During this time I often wondered how long Mynea had watched me. I wanted to know why she chose to give birth to me instead of feeding upon me. Why did she choose to love me and not to bury me or leavemy carcass to the rodents? I guess I was more than Eli, much more than he would ever be.
I guess one could say that I was responsible for all of his murders the day I decided to kill him and didn’t. Sure, I could have dispatched him whenever I wanted and perhaps prevented bloodshed by his hand; but who was I to prevent bloodshed? Eli represented much more than an interesting meal. I wanted to follow him. I wanted to study him. I wanted to know him.
I admired his cunningness and uncompromising skill at disposing of his victims. I was amused by his arrogance. I witnessed many of his chilling encounters with those unfortunate enough to cross his path. The theft of an old lady’s possessions after he knocked her unconscious with a swift punch of his hairy fist. The rape and sodomizing of a young man and his wife, the death of the woman, and the man left to be tormented by his memories for the rest of his life. Of course, I couldn’t let him go on living under such anguish. I, after Eli vanished, took whatever life he had left. I considered it a mercy killing.
I witnessed dear Eli slitting the throat of a local merchant for his money. He later went to the man’s home, having acquired his keys and address from his belongings, and visited with his family. He forced the man’s wife to cook for him, pleasure him as if he were the patron of the house, and then killed her and their daughter. He overlooked a young boy who was hiding, so I took it upon myself to relieve the child of the miserable life he would endure as an orphan. Of course, I don’t kill children, for children are inherently innocent, and this case was no exception. I simply peeked into the child’s mind and took him to a relative’s home, where I left him with enough gold to be cared for until adulthood.
Eli was neither neat nor discrete in disposing of his victims’ corpses. Though he knew he was wanted, he still did not clean up his messes. Perhaps he knew one day he would be caught. This notion was correct. He just didn’t know he was going to be caught by me, the slayer of men. Eli didn’t know that darkness had chosen him that day in late September.
After tracking him for several weeks, I was able to predict his whereabouts from night to night. It took only a bit of logical deduction on my part. Once I was within a few cubits of him, his signature heartbeatwould direct me to him. I knew this night his conquest would take him to Damiat, near the mouth of the Nile, so to Damiat I went.
The journey to Damiat took far less time than it would have decades prior. I was now able to propel myself several kilometers at will, without the aid of the wind. The laws of physics were now bending to my demand. I was no longer bound by the rules of gravity. My ability to fly intrigued Mynea. She told me no other vampire whom she had known could take flight as I could. The others could move swiftly, as well as make enormous leaps, but not actually fly. This gift manifested within me and was mine and mine alone.
As soon as I arrived in Damiat, I began listening for his steady heartbeat. Once I isolated it, I began my pursuit. Within minutes I had him. But he wasn’t alone. I could read his mind and learned that with him was a woman of tender age, a girl. I took to the sky and perched myself on a rooftop seven stories above, peering down on Eli and the girl. It was a dark alley and, except for them, completely deserted. Eli
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