The Obsession

The Obsession
(chapter one, Introducing Alexander)

I took a look at all the people beneath me, people scattered about walking to their destinations, some people not really having a destination in particular. Every here and there a group of youths were standing about in a corner, “hanging” as they preferred to calling it. Usually I search fervently through the crowds after someone that suits my…taste.

But there is something I want you to know about: an obsession of mine and last night I had found her amongst those children standing right there. She had been an apparition; so fair and sensuous considering her young age. Yet there had been something hidden in her, something she could not let anyone know about something that could only be seen in her feline-like eyes. Something that was not nnocnnocent after all and she did an excellent job of hiding it, so excellent that the only one who could spot it would be someone as ancient as yours truly.

Oh, I haven’t introduced myself? My name is Alexander, and I am a vampire, an immortal walking this earth searching for beauty, meaning and forgiveness. I was born in Italy, my native city of Rome back in the day when Rome was a great beauteous city with great palazzos and adoring little cottages and flowers were being sold at every corner and the people were kind and open-hearted. That is how I perceived it when I was a mortal centuries ago. But I was different back then, even my name was different. When I ascended into the new world I changed it from Alessandro to Alexander, I know, I know not a very remarkable change but I needed to leave that part of my past behind because it was the only thing I COULD leave behind. Everything else had been imprinted in my memory, as well as the way I looked when I was a mortal.

You’d think that after the transformation from human to vampire that something would change. Hair-color, eye-color, the skin or certain hardness to your body- but no. My hair is still the same brown shade as it was in my mortal days, my eyes still chestnut brown and my face-spite it’s square masculinity is still babyish which is accentuated by the roundness and thickness of my lips. The skin has changed but a little going from dark olive to fair olive. The dreadful whiteness has not come yet and it may still be centuries until it does.

To feed and feed well, are two entirely different things. I have always fed well and it keeps up the appearance that I am indeed human- when I am not. That has always worked in my favor but it also torments me, to look so entirely human when I am nothing but a monster. How many lives have I taken during my years? Thousands upon thousands there is no counting, there are no faces to my victims yet they are with me every step of the way, forever. As I take their blood and their lives I see and feel everything that they have ever seen or felt. Draining their withering bodies of blood was the only thing that kept me occupied when I was a newborn immortal. I didn’t see then the monstrosity of it I was so young, and it even seems I am more human now than when I was a child. Funny how I still haven’t detached myself from my human emotions. They are the very reason why I still walk this earth.
The guilt the pain and self-torment. Perhaps I feel I deserve those things after what I’ve done in the past.

There are so many things that I could bring up that happened during my years as the undead, and even more involving my maker and how I came to be what I am. But that isn’t really relevant to this story. All that matters is the girl. Being taken when I was sixteen I had always been drawn to the young. Might just explain the attraction I felt towards this petite wildcat of fourteen years.

The night had just fallen when I’d reached their little corner where these young things like to be for a couple of hours, gossiping, playing their little social games, talking of parties, flirting something ridiculous with each other. Not having gone any further than kissing she gave the impression of being a good girl. Secretly she craved it, I could see right into her vigorous little heart, she wanted to fuck. But she knew good and well these boys weren’t ready for it. It wouldn’t matter how many pornographic films they had seen or how good they claimed to be, she knew she needed someone older, more experienced, different.

It was adoring, the sweetness of it, rather than having a bad experience she preferred to wait for the right person to come along. Truth to be told she wouldn’t have to wait for a very long time, I had found her, little girl would become a woman quickly with me.

Ah, but look, there she came now dressed all in black the tight pants and the dark top made her look like a thief in the night. Her long dark coat made sounds as she walked towards her friends, I could hear it form the rooftop I was sitting on- spying at her. She wore a very long chain with a cross hanging from it, wouldn’t have figured she was the religious type but maybe it was simply a trend-thing. Her long light brown hair was drawn back and her eyes were just as feline-like as I remembered from yesterday, the color icy-blue and she had black eyeliner on- always the black eyeliner.

Her dark clothes made her porcelain skin look even whiter, but it suited her. She hugged and kissed all of her friends and shook whatever male hands where there. Barely even noticed the boys and they were so hopelessly attracted to her. Then again I couldn’t see why anyone wouldn’t be attracted to this girl; she had an allurement without measure.
After all she had made me, an immortal that had seen and known many girls and boys in my centuries, obsessed with her.

Time moved so quickly, too quickly before she had to leave. It seemed I had waited an eternity for her and now she was already going home, well we couldn’t have that now, could we?

The need for watching this girl’s every move grew stronger by the minute and so I decided to follow this young one. Walked behind her as she headed for home all alone in the black of the night the girl didn’t take her usual way home. Not wanting to alarm her parents she took a shortcut through an unmistakably unsafe alleyway to get home faster. Now I was seriously considering her foolishness to be a problem, I didn’t want the girl killed before I’d have a chance of approaching her.

A man who was lurking in the shadows (I saw him miles away but she couldn’t though) suddenly jumped out to grab her. ‘Good’ I thought ‘then I get to be the mysterious hero to rescue her.’ But before I knew it she had kicked and punched the man in a most elegant and powerful way leaving him unconscious on the ground. Apparently she had taken some self-defense classes and obviously as she mastered them so well she had been doing that for some time. I was mightily impressed by her skills never knew the girl could take so good care of herself. Just then I realized it wasn’t youthful foolishness that had made her take the dangerous shortcut, rather it was plain cockiness.

Enough of the watching, I pursued the girl and walked up behind heundlundlessly. “Excuse me” I called out the girl turned around ready to strike “how did you do that?” she seemed bewildered. “What?”
“I was on my way to save you when you beat up your attacker” she merely stared at me. “I can take care of myself” she said not letting her big blue eyes leave the sight of me. “I can see that…now” she turned to continue walking home but then reacted to my words. “What’s that supposed to mean?” fierce eyes glaring at me “the, ‘now’? You know just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m helpless” So much anger within her hormonal little body.
“You never know, how was I supposed to know you knew karate? Only the old masters have those skills, who taught you?”
“My father made me take kung fu since I was six, we lived in China and that’s were I was taught, by His former master.”
She shook her head a little like snapping out of something. “What’s it to you anyway?” she looked me up and down and for some reason I couldn’t decipher what she thought of me.
“Anything more you want to know about me or can I go now” I was distraught by her coldness, maybe she was afraid, maybe she sensed an unnatural being staring at her, maybe not. “Sorry to have offended you, it was not my intension.” The girl bit down on her lower lip and focused her eyes on a spot on the ground, looking a bit guilty. “Can I at least know the name of this great warrior?”

I came closer to her now standing close enough to work my spell on her, to keep her interested. She smiled now for the first time I’d seen her, and it was a sweet and innocent one. “Lynn” she only said looking up at me again. The name couldn’t be more perfect for her. “and you?”
“Alexander”
“Alex” she said as if testing the name’s potential on her tongue. She was absolutely intrigued by me and I moved even closer to her keeping her in thrall making me seem irresistible to her and I could feel her excitement grow with the increasing pace of her heart.

How I wanted her by then, how I wanted to take her innocence away completely, to kiss her, touch her, come inside her. Innocence is a seductive thing, but the thing that turned me on the most was that she was not really innocent by heart. As I said before she wanted to feel the pleasures of the flesh and it was like something seething inside of her ready to burst out at any moment.

We stared at each other for a couple of moments then she said; “Want to escort me home Alexander?” Eyes locked to each other “No” I said “I don’t, why don’t you follow me home?” she frowned “I-I can’t. I’ll be late and my parents will be worried” I took a deep breath and circled her closely as I spoke.
“I know what it is you search for in these dark streets I know what it is you crave from deep inside, Lynn.” Made an effectual pause then whispered in her ear “I know.” She quickly inhaled and seemed nervous, some of her confidence stripped. Touched her silky soft hair, smelled like roses. Brushed a lock of hair out of her face and put my arm around her waist “don’t tell me you don’t want this” I said as I caressed her hip and belly, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back on my shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been aching for something like this” The perfect white throat of hers visible and I was overcome with hunger for her I wanted her blood, her hot, sweet blood mingled with mine in my mouth and in my veins. Had to take a deep breath to calm myself then I traced with my finger a long thin scar on her throat only barely visible. But I didn’t stop there I reached down to the collarbone and over her full breasts and flat belly and down to the groin, her tight pants in the way of my destination. Hesitated for a moment, listening to her breathe quicker then massaged the outside of her pants. She was just as excited as I was.

‘Lord have mercy’ I thought, it took all of my strength of will to restrain myself from biting down on her throat, ‘no this one is not to be turned, at least not yet.’
This one was to be seduced. As I stopped to think on how this was to be done without me biting her all of a sudden she fell out of the spell. Her head raised back in place and stepping away from me while turning around to face me.
“Who are you?” she spat the words at me as if it were an accusation.
“I am not like the others” I smiled “you can sense it can’t you?”
“Yes”
“I roam the dark streets and feed off little girls like you”
Lynn didn’t seem altogether surprised just a little wide-eyed.
“So are you going to feed on me?”
“No, I find you all too interesting to kill; I would never hurt you precious.”
“Really…” I closed in on her again. “Really.” I whispered. Then she walked right past me, god only knows what she was thinking. And I let her go.

End Chapter One.
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Find out what’s happening on chapter two, will our vampire get his obsession to give in to him? Coming soon.