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would have to pray the price
one way or another. To me, God or whichever deity they happen to meet in that
eternal slumber.
We step out into the cool Louisiana night. It had
just finished raining. The road was still slick. The smell of fresh rain
brought me back to another time, another life. I could picture drinking cool
lemonade while I sat on the covered porch with the sound of little feet.
We turn onto Bourbon Street. I scan the thoughts
of the people on the street seeking the one. I knew he had been hiding since I
began to kill his friends one by one. I will never forget or forgive for all I
have lost.
Some time had passed, but not enough and I guess
he assumed he was safe, but not this night. I heard the flicker of his thoughts
and his thoughts are on a beautiful woman with red hair and green feline eyes.
She gives him that sly, all to coy smile. The one that tempted you to approach.
Slowly I make my way towards him, ever nearer to
the Ashes on the Bourbon, and I feel Déjà vu as I remember that night. It has
been only a few weeks since my change and yet I can remember it like if it was
yesterday. I calmly stalk my prey. Jack stays a short distance behind me. I
follow him into the bar. His mind still on the girl. I could see what he had
planned for her. If she knew his thoughts, she would have run far away from New
Orleans.
I interrupt the man and his intended victim. So
swiftly I am standing in front of him, blocking her view of him. I look at him
and give a sly smile. I grudgingly wrap my arms around his waist. I lift my
lips to his neck and I inhale deeply. If she only knew I was here to save her
from suffering the same fate that I had. I heard her snide mental comments,
when I captured his interest. I hear his confused thoughts. I appear familiar
to him, but he does not recall where we had met. Surely he would have
remembered me. I hear the girl hurl her insults and I ignore them with a smile.
I whisper in his ear and he follows me. They all did. I hope she realizes how
lucky she is this night.
My prey follows me out of the club. I could still
here the music only now the tune had change. It was as though the music
interpreted my anticipation. The change of the game. The reversal of roles. The
hunter had just become the hunted.
I lean next to his chest and I can smell his cheap
cologne and tobacco. The reminder alone is enough to drive me over the edge,
but I manage to keep it together.
“No witnesses and dispose of properly,” I remind
myself. He follows me down Bourbon Street, ever nearer to the darker, dangerous
side of the street. I push him up against the old hotel. I can smell the
discarded diapers on the driveway. The smell of stale beer. The stench of
putrid urine. This was the part of Bourbon Street no one in their right mind
would be at, at this hour. With that final thought I strike without his
realizing it.
I bite into his warm flesh and I feel his warm
blood filling me, warming me. Hearing his thoughts while I slowly take his life
and he thinks he has died and gone to heaven. I get one last glimpse of another
man. A man I do not recall, is standing near me in the St. Louis Cemetery. He
is standing there unnoticed by the others. I find this odd. The man has long
dirty blond hair pulled back into a leather band. He is middle aged and fit.
Something about him I could not place. I push the thought aside for now. As for
this low life death is where it ends for him.
******
I fed some more this night. I believe I went
beyond gluttony that by the time I was done I could barely walk. Jack says I
must be careful even though I have my instincts in check and have never acted
as the newborn he expected, he is still concerned. There is no helping that.
“Jack relax, I promise I will not go Jack the
Ripper on you,” I jokingly tell him.
His eyes darkened and glared at me. I was unsure
of what I had done.
“Is it something I said?” I asked, before the
realization dawned on me.
“Jack,”
one way or another. To me, God or whichever deity they happen to meet in that
eternal slumber.
We step out into the cool Louisiana night. It had
just finished raining. The road was still slick. The smell of fresh rain
brought me back to another time, another life. I could picture drinking cool
lemonade while I sat on the covered porch with the sound of little feet.
We turn onto Bourbon Street. I scan the thoughts
of the people on the street seeking the one. I knew he had been hiding since I
began to kill his friends one by one. I will never forget or forgive for all I
have lost.
Some time had passed, but not enough and I guess
he assumed he was safe, but not this night. I heard the flicker of his thoughts
and his thoughts are on a beautiful woman with red hair and green feline eyes.
She gives him that sly, all to coy smile. The one that tempted you to approach.
Slowly I make my way towards him, ever nearer to
the Ashes on the Bourbon, and I feel Déjà vu as I remember that night. It has
been only a few weeks since my change and yet I can remember it like if it was
yesterday. I calmly stalk my prey. Jack stays a short distance behind me. I
follow him into the bar. His mind still on the girl. I could see what he had
planned for her. If she knew his thoughts, she would have run far away from New
Orleans.
I interrupt the man and his intended victim. So
swiftly I am standing in front of him, blocking her view of him. I look at him
and give a sly smile. I grudgingly wrap my arms around his waist. I lift my
lips to his neck and I inhale deeply. If she only knew I was here to save her
from suffering the same fate that I had. I heard her snide mental comments,
when I captured his interest. I hear his confused thoughts. I appear familiar
to him, but he does not recall where we had met. Surely he would have
remembered me. I hear the girl hurl her insults and I ignore them with a smile.
I whisper in his ear and he follows me. They all did. I hope she realizes how
lucky she is this night.
My prey follows me out of the club. I could still
here the music only now the tune had change. It was as though the music
interpreted my anticipation. The change of the game. The reversal of roles. The
hunter had just become the hunted.
I lean next to his chest and I can smell his cheap
cologne and tobacco. The reminder alone is enough to drive me over the edge,
but I manage to keep it together.
“No witnesses and dispose of properly,” I remind
myself. He follows me down Bourbon Street, ever nearer to the darker, dangerous
side of the street. I push him up against the old hotel. I can smell the
discarded diapers on the driveway. The smell of stale beer. The stench of
putrid urine. This was the part of Bourbon Street no one in their right mind
would be at, at this hour. With that final thought I strike without his
realizing it.
I bite into his warm flesh and I feel his warm
blood filling me, warming me. Hearing his thoughts while I slowly take his life
and he thinks he has died and gone to heaven. I get one last glimpse of another
man. A man I do not recall, is standing near me in the St. Louis Cemetery. He
is standing there unnoticed by the others. I find this odd. The man has long
dirty blond hair pulled back into a leather band. He is middle aged and fit.
Something about him I could not place. I push the thought aside for now. As for
this low life death is where it ends for him.
******
I fed some more this night. I believe I went
beyond gluttony that by the time I was done I could barely walk. Jack says I
must be careful even though I have my instincts in check and have never acted
as the newborn he expected, he is still concerned. There is no helping that.
“Jack relax, I promise I will not go Jack the
Ripper on you,” I jokingly tell him.
His eyes darkened and glared at me. I was unsure
of what I had done.
“Is it something I said?” I asked, before the
realization dawned on me.
“Jack,”
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