Eternal Life

Eternal Life
Copyright: Demented Thinking Productions 1998

He  relished the dark of the night. The unwanted sounds and feelings  surrounding the beliefs that nighttime was evil and above all brought  forth with the dark side of all mankind. The smell of dead dried leaves  and old wispy branches filled his lungs to capacity. He moved silently  for the most part, but completely unwarranted for the later.

At  night a person could see and hear things that would never be heard  during the daylight hours. Strange and ominous creatures and beings  came out and acted as naturally as you and I showing their true colors  and feelings. People and things you wouldn’t ordinarily see during the  daytime roam without a real purpose in the cascading blackness of  night.

Sniffing  the stale city air he quietly hops from building top to building top  without so much as a glance down to wonder where the earth sits and  when it will swallow him up in a diving death for which he is  untouchable.  Careful to watch his step, though light, he  moved through the outskirts of Los Angeles evenly and silently by  rooftop scattering various black birds and bats to and fro. He knew  these buildings like the back of his hand and at times did not even  have to look where he was going.

His  eyes, well adjusted to the bleak darkness, scanned the city below  searching for his next victim or would maybe become his next of kin.  People seemed incredibly tiny as they hustled and bustled down the  dimly lit broken down sidewalks.

The  year was sometime after the millennium, he wasn’t sure exactly what  year since he long ago stopped keeping track. Los Angeles was mostly in  ruins, but he loved his city of angels dearly and found it hard to part  with it. Leaving it behind would be so troublesome when everything was  just as he wanted it to be, right here among the living dead and the  plentiful mortals.

Long  ago burnt out cars rolled over on their sides littered the side streets  making them impassable to another vehicle of any kind and some still  smoldered in the distance from the many gang riots when the Crypts  overthrew the Bloods in a final viscous gangland battle which killed  many of the human population as well as some kindred. But, all in all,  he still cherished his sweet deadly city and all it’s violence. It  could not touch him for he was immortal just as some of the others.

He  leaped to another rooftop and sat waiting and watching. As he watched  intently he spotted exactly what he was looking for. His first victim  of the night. She was lovely and quite a beautiful woman within this  dread and the un-kept city. Dark black hair caressed her tanned, bare  shoulders and her hourglass figure complemented her piecing blue eyes.  He observed distantly with bated breath swiftly hopping from building  top to building top gazing on her splendor and beauty. Walking quickly  and with some apparent purpose, she seemed completely unaware of his  presence.

Following  her for ten blocks maybe twelve he drifted down in flight behind her  and landed quietly careful not to overwhelm her. Walking several paces  behind her following her every move for five blocks he thought out in  his mind how simple and easy this kill would be. The first kill is  always the best and the easiest of the night. Lost in  his own thoughts he just about ran right into her when he heard her say  as if from some other place and time, “If you’re going to mug me or  something you’d better do it now, because I don’t have time to play  games with some creep like you.” Stunned that she even realized he was  there, he recoiled and slowed his pace coming to a halt behind her  without saying a word. She turned to face her night stalker and looked  him dead in the eye, “Well?” She pushed. Running his trembling fingers  through his straight long brown hair he fought to quell the hunger  growing ever so present deep from within his bones. He could smell the  blood coursing through her veins and he hears it as well. “Well!?!” She  insisted. “You are a beautiful creature,” he gasped.

In  the darkness his significant green eyes sparkled, but she felt somewhat  apprehensive and controlled looking deep into them. They were beautiful  eyes and she could of gazed into them for a lifetime, but a deep hidden  mischievousness danced just beyond the surface and she shuddered as a  chill ran the length of her tingling spine.  Becoming  suddenly chicken caught in the rivets of his piercing stare she  stammered, “W...,W...,Well, Th...,Thank you. N..., Now go away!”

Before  she turned to begin to walk away he seized her and bit deeply into her  unprotected neck with such quickness a normal mortal wouldn’t have seen  him move. She was warm and her blood was sweet to the taste. It flushed  through his system in sweet relief as every fiber of his being took  notice to the fresh new blood rampaging through his own veins.

Even  though he drained to the point of death he knew what he would do next.  He wanted her. He had to have her. She needed him and he needed her to  live and be his life long companion. She was so perfect in every way  and detail. The night did not do her justice. He stopped. Gazing into  her eyes he spoke quietly and calmly, “You are a charm. Do you want to  live or do you want the bleak darkness of death? Do you want my undying  love and devotion or do you want to die cold and alone? Do you want to  live forever?”

She  blinked in disbelief, as she appeared to compute this radical  information. Her head spun slightly as if she had drunk a little too  much wine and she became increasingly dizzy as the seconds ticked by.  The entire world whirled around her and she was becoming incapable of  independent thought. Looking deep into his eyes all her fears, hopes  and dreams were realized for the first time in her 25 years of life and  with what little strength she had left that was still her own she  answered meekly, “Yes, I do.”  A devilish smile played upon his lips as he countered with a lulling voice, “Then you shall have my eternal life and gift.”

Sweeping  her helpless body into his revitalized arms he effortlessly glided up  into the rooftops he cherished so much and made the becoming final. The  city below took no time to morn the loss and kept eternally beating for  the next prey would appear soon.