“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”
He stands in front of me and looks so innocent. How does he do that when he is a vampire? Why did he toss the stake? I should be dead; maybe this one is different. He does look different than the others. The others look evil when you look into their harsh eyes, the eyes of murderers that haunt you in your nightmares.
This man though, his beautiful hazel eyes seemed full of concern and wonder. Straight red hair falls down close to his eyes that he continuously has to brush away. Stubble masks his face, giving him a rugged handsome approach that would make any human woman weak in the knees. He has ravishing good looks, broad shoulders, and muscular arms, dreamy and strong. Besides that his lips… they’re so inviting-
I blink my eyes as I clear my mind from such thoughts. I’ve been alone for far too long. This is a vampire, which means he needs blood to live. He is evil, whether he wants to be or not, there is no cure.
“You are a vampire,” I say. I ponder it in my head. I have to keep telling myself this. I kill vampires. I make it a safer Earth by ridding it of these devils.
He takes a step towards me, the wind gently brushing a strand of his hair away from his eye. His kind lips are pressed tightly together as he looks deep into my eyes.
“Yes I am,” he says.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” I ask.
“Why would I kill something so beautiful?” he says.
“I am not-,” I say.
“Beautiful? Yes you are. I am not like other vampires; I’m not a savage killer,” he says.
His strong hand brushes through his hair, letting it fall back into place by his eyes. It looks so soft. His eyes look into mine awaiting a response, seeming to plead with me with sorrow for his own life, a justice of doing the right thing, and a desire for somebody somewhere to understand that he didn’t choose to be what he is.
“You’re a vampire, surely the smell of blood drives you crazy,” I say.
“It does, but I have self-control,” he says.
Self-control - that is something I wish I had more of. I was sent here to help rid the world of vampires, and here I am, making friends with the first good looking one I see.
“Surely you have killed before,” I say.
The self-control smirk on his face now washes away and becomes a look of sorrow. His eyes close and his Adams apple grows as he takes a gulp down his throat. He sighs and sits down against the wall of a building in the alley.
I’ve never seen a vampire with such sorrow. I almost felt sorry for him. Yet I need to know if he has killed.
“I have, when I was first turned I was a savage. I tore the lives from so many people. So many… I wish I could go back; I wish I could give them their lives back,” he says.
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What happens when an angel that is set forth on destroying all of the vampires of the world comes across a vampire whom is trying to do good, a vampire that doesn't kill. It doesn't seem possible, and yet, she feels the truth from him. Can she gathe...