Post by Mauricio Piermarini on Apr 4, 2017 22:14:19 GMT -5
Like most nights in Seattle it was raining, not heavy mind you, but just enough to get your hair wet, the sun had gone down hours ago taking with it most of the more responsible people who worked their jobs day in and day out, all that was left wandering the streets this late at night were the night owls, party goers, and a the few of the creatures that loved to go bump in the night. In the distance several blocks away the sound of music could be heard playing, and even at this distance Mauricio could still feel the thumping and vibrations of it as it reverberated off the nearby buildings, to a normal person it would have sounded like faint or muted music but then Mauricio wasn’t like your average person, to some or those that knew of him or his kind he wasn’t even human. This didn’t bother him all that much for he had long ago given up any empathy he had for the human race.
Mauricio had been walking along the left side of the street when he first picked up the scent, had he not recently fed and been thirsty he would have never had the patience to pick up on this this one among the hundreds of other odors that permeated the air, it was an old scent from an hour ago but luckily it had lingered in the air long enough for him to pick up on it having not been washed away by the rain yet.
Unlike most scents this one one was sweeter then most, it was the kind of scent that was known to drive those of his kind insane with thirst, it was rare for one of his kind to find such an exquisite scent so Mauricio felt lucky having experienced it before many years ago, she had been tasty he thought to himself as the memory materialized in his mind.
She had been alone when I first started following her, I was initially drawn to her attractiveness which would have rivaled even the most attractive of my kind, it was a pity I had not stopped feeding on her sooner, but I was thirsty and her scent was just been to strong for me to resist.
Her scent right, her scent he though to himself as mile coming across his face as he remembered the smell.
I didn’t pick up on it until she was approached by a gentleman which I later found out was her fiancé, they greeted each other politely, he took her hand and they entered the tall victorian house across the street from me.
As the door opened and she entered the building a very subtle gust of wind wafted across the street carrying her scent to where I was standing, and in that instant my primal instincts took over sending me into a blind frenzy.
In the blink of an eye I had crossed the street and entered the building knocking over the house keeper in the process as she attempted to close the door behind her.
Even with the housekeeper laying helpless on the ground I was to overcome by the woman’s scent to stop and feed upon the housekeeper, but when I found the woman sitting innocently on one of the love seats in the parlor with her companion next to her , I gave into the urge to feed and lunged at the woman.
Such pity he thought to himself at the memory, it was one of the very few times he ever regretted feeding.
Like deer caught in the headlights the couple looked up at in unable to react fast enough, and just like that I set upon the woman biting into her neck releasing the sweet nectar inside, within what felt like a few short seconds she lay limp in my arms empty of life.
In reality it had taken much longer for me to drain her completely then my mind led me to believe, while I was preoccupied the woman’s companion had managed to grab a fire poker and had proceeded to strike me over and over with it as the housekeeper screamed in terror.
Finally coming out of my food induced coma I saw the man swinging the poker at me, the poker was now bent and mangled, covered in bits of blood that had managed to fly off the woman as I hastily fed on her, chuckling at the man’s futile attempt to stop me I continued my meal by setting upon the housekeeper next.
By the time I finished her off the man had disappeared I assumed to get help so as quickly as I arrived I was gone leaving only the corpses in my wake.
I never knew what happened to the man after I left so it was no surprise to read the front page of the local paper a few weeks later and to find that he had been convicted of murdering the two women, little did the courts know that he was after all one of the true victims in all this.
Just like before Mauricio could feel the thirst building, burning, aching, gnawing away on his insides, but he ignored the irritation even as he passed the few people who were walking past him. Not them he told himself, he would hold out until he found the source of the scent, and then finally he would give into the urges building up inside.
Mauricio had been walking along the left side of the street when he first picked up the scent, had he not recently fed and been thirsty he would have never had the patience to pick up on this this one among the hundreds of other odors that permeated the air, it was an old scent from an hour ago but luckily it had lingered in the air long enough for him to pick up on it having not been washed away by the rain yet.
Unlike most scents this one one was sweeter then most, it was the kind of scent that was known to drive those of his kind insane with thirst, it was rare for one of his kind to find such an exquisite scent so Mauricio felt lucky having experienced it before many years ago, she had been tasty he thought to himself as the memory materialized in his mind.
She had been alone when I first started following her, I was initially drawn to her attractiveness which would have rivaled even the most attractive of my kind, it was a pity I had not stopped feeding on her sooner, but I was thirsty and her scent was just been to strong for me to resist.
Her scent right, her scent he though to himself as mile coming across his face as he remembered the smell.
I didn’t pick up on it until she was approached by a gentleman which I later found out was her fiancé, they greeted each other politely, he took her hand and they entered the tall victorian house across the street from me.
As the door opened and she entered the building a very subtle gust of wind wafted across the street carrying her scent to where I was standing, and in that instant my primal instincts took over sending me into a blind frenzy.
In the blink of an eye I had crossed the street and entered the building knocking over the house keeper in the process as she attempted to close the door behind her.
Even with the housekeeper laying helpless on the ground I was to overcome by the woman’s scent to stop and feed upon the housekeeper, but when I found the woman sitting innocently on one of the love seats in the parlor with her companion next to her , I gave into the urge to feed and lunged at the woman.
Such pity he thought to himself at the memory, it was one of the very few times he ever regretted feeding.
Like deer caught in the headlights the couple looked up at in unable to react fast enough, and just like that I set upon the woman biting into her neck releasing the sweet nectar inside, within what felt like a few short seconds she lay limp in my arms empty of life.
In reality it had taken much longer for me to drain her completely then my mind led me to believe, while I was preoccupied the woman’s companion had managed to grab a fire poker and had proceeded to strike me over and over with it as the housekeeper screamed in terror.
Finally coming out of my food induced coma I saw the man swinging the poker at me, the poker was now bent and mangled, covered in bits of blood that had managed to fly off the woman as I hastily fed on her, chuckling at the man’s futile attempt to stop me I continued my meal by setting upon the housekeeper next.
By the time I finished her off the man had disappeared I assumed to get help so as quickly as I arrived I was gone leaving only the corpses in my wake.
I never knew what happened to the man after I left so it was no surprise to read the front page of the local paper a few weeks later and to find that he had been convicted of murdering the two women, little did the courts know that he was after all one of the true victims in all this.
Just like before Mauricio could feel the thirst building, burning, aching, gnawing away on his insides, but he ignored the irritation even as he passed the few people who were walking past him. Not them he told himself, he would hold out until he found the source of the scent, and then finally he would give into the urges building up inside.
