Blood And Thirst
Created By: The Beautiful Claudelle
My life was altered, I mean SERIOUSLY altered when it happened. My name is Mori Skye and I am a vampire. I looked like a regular brunette with brown eyes and always dressed sensible and chic. Now everything has changed.
I was living a normal life in downtown Manhattan. I had a spacious condo and a career that I loved. I was an infamous fashion consultant. Needless to say, fashion is a barbarous business so I always had to be on the alert. Everyday I would sit in my office and contemplate about how I can show my clients that they send a message to people by the way they dress.
On a regular day my boss Katherine Ives would come to my office and assign my work to me personally because she knew I would get the job done efficiently. Four weeks and a few days before it happened, I had one of Katherine’s clients come in unexpectedly late at night. His name was Mikal. He needed assistance in deciding what to wear for an influential party.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
“Something stylish and comfortable.” he replied
When he said this I knew he was not from around here. His accent sounded Hispanic, but he did not look like it, and who am I to judge!
As soon as I could, I grabbed my wristlet and asked when the party was. His response was in the next two hours. So we swiftly departed to the closest Neiman Marcus. I saw the perfect outfit, a Dolce & Gabbana black slacks and white button-up with a black Slavatore Ferragamo Venetian Slip-On shoe. When Mikal came out of the dressing room he took my breath away. “How do I look?” he asked. I just could not respond at the time.
However, I recovered soon and answered with “fabulous”, but what I was really thinking was: when, where, and how. He bought the outfit and was off to the party. He even invited me, but unfortunately I was too exhausted to go, so I declined. I departed straight for my apartment.
As I arrived, I could not help but notice that I had a little envelope in my mailbox. I read it and it said, “I was very pleased to meet you. I really didn’t need the outfit, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask for your service. We must meet again! Mikal.” I was amazed! I could not believe that he wanted to meet me again. The next day he called me around closing time and asked if I would like to have dinner with him. This time I agreed.
Dinner was wonderful and so were many of the other dates Mikal and I had together. Mikal was mesmerizing. His lightly tan complexion glowed whenever I saw him. His golden green eyes were sapphires in the dark and his tall lean, muscular body made him look like a Greek deity. If my recollections are correct, I remembered him asking me to go to Spain on vacation and I said yes to a man I barely knew. This is when it began.
Madrid, Spain was tropical and beautiful but I started to notice some queer things about Mikal. I wondered why we only meet at night, why his teeth her so pointy, and why did he glow more than me. He told me my questions would be answered soon enough. One afternoon I snuck into his office and tried to find background information on my secretive Mikal. I found it odd that I found nothing at all. It was like he did not even exist. That same night Mikal surprised me by announcing that we would be going to Egypt. I was elated.
We arrived in Cairo, Egypt the day after Mikal’s announcement. When we reached Mikal’s vacation house, I could not believe my eyes. It was like the White House only better. I was sent to the east wing and was shown my room. I had a whitewashed room with a lavender canopy bed and a spectacular view of the flower garden below my terrace. I was living a dream, which would slowly turn into a nightmare.
I tried my best to go out in the morning while Mikal slept but I would always be followed by one of his guards. A few days later I went out in the afternoon and had intentions of trying to lose his guards but my plan was unsuccessful. It was like they were reading my mind and knew my every move. After that incident I was deprived pf my freedom. I was not allowed to go any further than the manor’s gates. All my qualms were gnawing at me conscience daily but I tried my best to pay them no mind.
One night I was awoken by the lovely scents of rosemary, and lavender from the garden. I walked towards my window and saw a shadowed figure. As the person came into view I became transfixed. Mikal held the body of a lifeless, young and beautiful Egyptian woman. Her chiffon dress was drenched in blood, her neck was gaping open. I could see her torn neck muscle tissue so clearly in the moonlight. Mikal raised his face to the moon and cackled. I rushed so quickly out of sight that I tripped and fell on my face. I scurried away into my bed but I could not sleep. My mind throbbed; I discovered something I was not supposed to. Was I next? I quickly made up a plan and decided that I would flee to the nearest village near Cairo.
I woke up at dawn the next day and gathered some items to take with me on my journey. I quietly snuck out into the garden and climbed over the gate. I was surprised that I did not encounter any guards, but I had no time to worry about that. I ran with all my might to catch a bus to that nearest village and from there I would debate my next move. While I was on the bus I sat next to an elderly lady covered in black from head to toe. After a moment of silence she whispered rasply, “I know what you saw. You will never outrun him. He needs you and knows where you are right now!”
I was speechless yet again. “How do you know this?” I asked.
“You do not need to worry about that. Here,” she said this as she handed me a stake, a gold chain with the cross on it, and a vial of holy water. “You will need this.”
I was perplexed but I took the items anyway. The bus stopped and I got off. The lady’s eerie eyes followed my every movement until the bus departed.
The village I stayed at was called Giza. The village consisted mostly of stucco and colorful cement houses. I settled down in a lovely home that the elderly lady mentioned to me before I left. Time went by slowly but I preoccupied myself with the thought of my dead body lying on the cold ground near Mikal’s feet. I started to doze off and then completely fell asleep until I was startled by a loud CCCRRRREEEAAKKKK!
I jumped put of my bed to see what made the noise. I saw the back of one of Mikal’s guards, Fernando, as he turned into the kitchen. I ran back into my room to get the stake and hid behind the door. As Fernando inched his way towards my room, my heart pounded. He opened the door and I shoved the stake straight into his heart. He slumped to the floor, dead. I removed the stake and wiped it on his clothes. The funny thing is that his blood was black. I gathered my belongings and left without making a sound. I decided to use the back alley to get to the bus stop but was ultimately kidnapped and drugged by a hidden guard.
I woke up drowsy from the drugs I was given. I tired to get up but I was restricted by the chains on my ankles and wrists. I was located in a dimly lit dungeon that smelled like fresh blood. I looked to my left and saw many utensils of torture. To my right I saw an elaborately carved white marble tub filled with blood. My eyes widened when I saw Mikal’s glistening naked body arise from the bloody mess. He smiled. His canine teeth were long and sharp. He slipped on a silk red robe and came over to where I laid bounded. He caressed my cheek and I cringed in pleasure and fear. “I can make you my queen if you join me. We could be immortal!”
“O, so that‘s why your skin glows?!”, I yelled sarcastically.
“ENOUGH!” he demanded. Mikal was beside me so quickly that it seemed as if he materialized out of thin air. He leaned in above my neck, his lips parted and revealed a bifurcated tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt a sudden void come over me. The pathologies from the bite were chaotic inside of me. I felt like I was burning from the inside out. I screamed out in agony bout no one was there to hear me. I had made the transition into the vampire world.
I suddenly grew voracious for blood. I jerked and yanked at the chains. When they finally gave way I went up to Mikal and bit him on his neck. I buried my nails into his chest and he gasped in pain. When I looked at his face for the last time, I knew he was flabbergasted by my actions. I decapitated him and let the blood spray all over my body. He never knew he was creating a monster. My desire for blood ended his life but left me with the gift of immortality!