Tortured Soul

I remember the first time I saw her, she had looked absolutly gorgeous. Her blonde hair danced around her as she moved slowly to the rythm of the music. Her dark eyes sparkled with excitement, while swaying her hips. She moved so sensual, so unaware of what she was doing to me. That was the real her, sensual, attractive and she didn't even knew it. She was so innocent, so angel-like, that's probably what pulled me towards her. She was my opposit: I wasn't innocent, far from it. I was evil, evil in own person. I was an immortal creature with a damned soul.I think the reason why I became so obsessed with her, was because she made my illusion perfect. My illusion of a world, that wasn't there. The world where I would feel alive and happy,because I had her. I might have had her body, but I will never have her soul. She loathed me, despised me probably. I could understand that, for what I've done to her. I destroyed her, took her innocence, made her angel-like face change in a mask of despair and hate. I still remember her smell, the way her mortal body smelled when it was whriting underneath me, the way she screamed and moaned. The way her high pitched voice yelled and screamed when I took her sanity, her innocence away. I remember it so well...
Night after night I watched her, how she danced in the same pub, how she moved, what she drank. Three weeks after I first saw her, she found out she was being watched. Casually she looked at me, looking nervous. One night, I decided it was time. Time to do what I've been longing to do for three long weeks of watching. I had did what I decided to do the first night I saw her: make her mine, forever... So she could be with me forever, every single day and night of my immortal life. We would share everything, from the kill and the blood, to the suffering and despair we would endure together. Unfortunate it turned out very different.
That night I approached her for the first time. When she saw me walking in her direction, she flinched and turned around, grabbing her black, velvet coat, and left the pub quickly. I raised my eyebrow, ready to follow her. I didn't expect her to be so shy. Quickly I walked after her, exiting the populous pub. I saw her, she was walking a few feet away from me, looing around anxious. I licked my lips, longing for what was to come, my mind filling itself with pictures of her. I moved with unnatural speed, people who I passed by, barely seeing me. moving like lightning. I stood behind her, imitating every step of her. Suddenly she stopped, feeling my presence. My vampire senses heard her swallow, she was probably gathering the courage to turn around. Slowly she moved her foot, her shoulders twisting, her head spinning, and then she met my eyes. Her beautiful auburn eyes, wide with fear. I didn't do anything, my face blank, watching her beautiful face. I smiled at her, but she turned around, ready to run away from me. As soon as she moved, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards me. She started to scream, her eyes widening in fear as I clamped my hand over her mouth to prevent her from doing so. When I pulled her close to my body I smelled her delisious scent, she smelled like lavender. I ignored her struggling, I was being bewelmed by her. I closed my eyes and felt like I was on fire. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest, heaving up and down fast from fear. Her hands pounded against my chest, as I held her upperarms with an unhuman force. I saw how tears welled up in her eyes.
”P..plu..plu..please..let me go.” Her voice sounded to feminine, so angellike. Everything about her was like an angel. She stopped struggling, but kept on staring at me, pleading me to let her go. I just gave her a smile.
”Ssst...” I smiled because this was what I wanted. I wanted her to be afraid of me, to show me that she subdued to me. Her schoulders started to rock and a strangled sob escaped her gagged mouth. I could see that she felt miserable. Once I had looked around, seeing nothing but an empty street, I knocked her unconsious, carefull not to bruise her...yet.