Dance with a dead one

Jacks point of view: Before 19 years

She was something pure. Somebody who gave me hope. Who gave me purpose. Who remembered me how to love.

I watched her for a long time. How she walked in the park with a baby in her arms. When she got tired she was putting baby in her baby carriage. She smiled at her with her sad eyes but beautiful green eyes. Long lashes without any makeup, She had natural beauty and make-up only would destroy it. Those sad eyes were looking all the time in one spot until she remembered that she isn't alone in the park and then from some trance, she came again to her world, the baby was her world. I wanted to know who made her so sad. Who had hurt her? But I knew that I must leave her, leave the pure beauty because I'm a predator the most disgusting thing in this world and she was an angel. And I won't destroy that.

How could a dead man like me go and look into her eyes? I knew that I'm a monster, some zombie, some evil. Who is cold, pale, and drinks life from others. I knew from the beginning that I didn't deserve her but the feeling to live for once was stronger than facts. I have only existed with the lust of women's bodies and warm blood. But when I was satisfied with all my needings the emptiness filled me with a black hole in my dead heart. And of course the rules. Those who protect me from mistakes, yes the rules, which I made to myself and for others. But those rules I had brake and consequences are hunting me until today.

The first was the most important, never show the human who you are, without hypnosis. This rule protects us the dead ones, from humans whose population is about 98 percent of the world. Second, never put your hands into humans' life. You can't save anybody if his or her destiny is to die. Third, drink from one person as many times as you can,(but to leave the victim alive is very hard, mostly we cant control until the body is warm) keep him as a pet with seduction powers but you must kill him in the end and destroy all evidence of a biting.

The human is only food. Our power. And our enemy. But what power made this human girl be more powerful than me. The power which she had on me confused me and scared me, but I was keeping my rules even if it was hard as hell for me, for now.

Yes, she was beautiful, like a sunflower to my eyes. She had long, blond, wavy hair. Long legs and round breasts which wanted to escape from her yellow little dress with some flowers on it. Her shoulders were naked, short sleeves were dropped from her shoulders. Her neck and breasts were the most fabulous of all women I saw. Quickly I felt poisons from my teeth which were watering my mouth. The smell that wonderful smell of her blood made my body tense and I almost purred like a cat from lust. I had to keep my distance a little bit more there were still many people at the park.