Darkness

Your hood is up, shadowing your face.
Shoulders hunched against the wind.
Hands fisted in pockets to keep from freezing.
Chills creep up and down your arms.
You look around the dark deserted street and
wonder why the hairs on your neck are on end.
The feeling of being watched burning into your back.
You look around again and see a figure in the shadows.
Something blacker then the shadows.
Something spawned from darkness.
Something spawned from evil.
You quicken your pace and hope that it's nothing.
They couldn't have found you so quickly.
You made sure to cover your tracks.
The chills just keep coming.
You hear nothing but silence.
The feeling of icy hands on your shoulders
makes you look back.
Darkness is following you.
The chills refuse to leave.
You struggle not to start running, because you know
that somehow, running makes it real.
And if it's real it can hurt you.
You turn a corner hoping to see a night club
or someplace with people.
But all you see is.............nothing.
Just a dead end; an empty alleyway.
You spin around quickly, hoping you
didn't lose much ground.
But you find yourself blocked by that ominous shadow.
Your shoulders slump.
You know it's over.
You've lost.
They've won.
You raise your eyes to meet the piercing green gaze
of the gorgeous vampire blocking your only escape.
He continues to gaze calmly at you.
He knows he's won.
He holds out his pale hand to you
and gives a reassuring smile which shows off glinting fangs.
You smile back showing off glinting fangs of your own.
So suddenly, his smile is gone, replaced by a deep frown.
His gaze turns to one of confusion.
He jerks his hand away as if the very sun touched it.
Instantly you put up thick shields in your mind.
Your smile turns to a grin.
You can hear him thinking.
His mind isn't nearly as strong as yours.
He's only a young fledgling.
He's trying to figure out where he went wrong.
He was so sure of himself.
You snicker evilly as he's hit with the full power of your aura.
He now knows how old, how powerful you are.
You lift your chin in the air and sneer at him.
You've done well.
You covered your tracks successfully.
And your target fell for the bait without hesitation.
A second later his confusion is gone,
replaced by determination.
He forces himself to hold his
hand out to you again.
You walk toward him and take the offered hand delicately.
He was sent out to find a new recruit by his master.
They want a new vampire in their coven.
Little do they know what the young fledgling is bringing home.
No a human, not even a young fledgling like himself.
But and old and even more powerful vampire then his master.
You turn to leave and give him a reassuring smile of your own.
You gaze deep into his eyes and decide, out of all the murders you are soon to commit; you will keep this one alive.
You see potential deep in his eyes and stone cold heart.
You will keep him as a play thing for a few hundred years then cast him away when you're through with him.
But for now, you squeeze his hand and go to destroy everything he's known since his rebirth.
You grin evilly with pleasure.
You can't wait for the bloodshed ahead.
You go willingly on his arm.
No more hiding in the shadows, pretending to be human.
You were reborn, and now you will live.
You are immortal.
You are a vampire.