Once Bitten, Never Forgotten

Chapter ~ I

{Disclaimer ~ I do not own the song or artwork within this book, all rights and credit go to the artists.}

I walked from the petrol soaked building, all those poor..Humans trapped inside, covered in the soon-to-be deadly liquid, a grin plastered upon my blood red lips. Soon my pale hand grasped a box of matches, opening the lid and taking one of the innocent looking sticks out..Though with one swift swipe the spark that would light the fire was born. "Oops, clumsy.." I spoke sweetly as I dropped the match into the petrol, the whole building and its inhabitants were immediately set alight, the flames roaring and licking the sky. Pain induced screams filled the atmosphere as smoke clouded the area. The screams of the dying were coated in agony, filled with suffering and drizzled with torture as they were burned alive. The scent of burning flesh filled the air as the screams soon began to fade. I couldn't help but release a deep,  sinister cackle "I told you you'd feel the wrath of the Swan...You believed that nothing of such elegance could ever amount to such a thing..." I spoke darkly before darting off, disappearing into the shadows of the night before I was found out. That wouldn't be convenient at all, and it would most likely allow others to view me as weak, which would mean more would have to die and perish at my hands...Oh now wouldn't that be a shame?

Soon enough I was back at The Swan House, my family's home for centuries..And now it was mine. I slid into a lace black dress that stopped at my upper thigh and some knee high black, heeled boots before heading out once more, I walked down town, locals were celebrating. Girls and women in tiny dresses, barely covering their asses as men began to grind against them. I could smell the sweat, lust and sex in the air. It was like a thick smog, intoxicating the town. Luckily for them it wasn't humans I was after..Oh no..I  craved something with more power, something that could actually satisfy me, something that could challenge and excite me. Something like..Ah, him. Across from me stood a mane, dark hair, striking blue eyes with dark eyeliner. I could smell the lust radiating from him as he stood talking to a girl, she looked no older than 18. As I moved closer I could smell something else..A hunger radiating off of him..Ah..Yes..My favourite..A vampire. I watched them as they interacted, the young girl clearly smitten. It wouldn't be difficult to capture his attention.

Slowly I made my way over to him, hips swaying as I peered at him through dark lashes. Soon enough his striking blue eyes were upon me, unable to look away. I bounced a tad, my finger upon my lips as I grinned a rather flirtatious grin, all the while he stared, slowly pulling away from the young girl who was now looking heart broken. I couldn't help but give her my bitchiest smirk and hair flip, winking as if to say 'watch and learn, sweetie' as the lad slowly moved closer. I swayed my hips elegantly, inviting him over to..'Play'...He accepted the invitation, it didn't surprise me really, the fact he was drooling all over an 18 year old girl probably meant he was easy. Soon enough he was right in front of me, blue eyes watching me, desire burning within and lust intoxicating him. The anticipation of feeding consumed me, my eyes turning red as I watched him, grinning before I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him closer, it was there I huskily whispered "Shall we go and...Get a drink?" of course I gave him no chance to answer, I was hungry and couldn't care less about what he wanted, and so I took his arm and lead him away from the bustling crowd of horny teenagers and young adults.

Soon the music faded along side the hustling and bustling of the crowds. Excited screams and laughing could no longer be heard as I lead him through the alleys of the streets, the streets I knew better than the lines in the palms of my hands. I could tell by his scent that he was excited..Incredibly excited. Poor, foolish thing, he still hadn't a clue of my true intentions..Well, I do suppose i'm doing him a favour, at least he won't be entirely wasted if I  kill him. Soon enough I found the perfect little alley. Dark, secluded, quiet and yet..A perfect place to make a scene once i'm finished. Though as I had become distracted with my own thoughts and excitement, I had failed to notice how tense and nervous he had become as we neared the end of the alley, the scent of fear now covering him. Slowly I turned to look at him, forcing concern to take over my face as I gently cupped his...Round..Face. No strong jaw line...Ugh "What's wrong m'love?" I questioned in a sickeningly sweet tone, of course I knew what was wrong, I wasn't a fool.

"I..I thought w-we were going to get a d-drink.." he stammered, nerves and fear getting the better of his vocal cords, I couldn't help but grin. Their fear always amused me, so pathetic, innocent and weak. I was like god compared to them. It was then I pulled him in close and whispered in his ear "Oh, sweetie, you misunderstood, I'm  getting a drink..You're my drink.." it was then his eyes widened, I allowed myself into his thoughts..Ah..He'd heard of me...A predator to top all predators...And now...He was going to get a front row seat within one of my breath-taking, heart stopping performances . I allowed my fangs to protrude through my gums as my eyes turned a dark, dark red before I took a strong grip upon his dark locks, thrusting his head to the side, his main artery pulsing, standing out upon his pale neck. That..That was my target, I plunged into his throat, my fangs hitting the artery in which I had aimed. Bulls eye. I made sure to tear at his flesh, blood spring everywhere, painting the ground the most beautiful shades of red. I struggled, he was flailing, kicking, trying so hard to scream for help and yet nothing more than a loud, tortured groan passed his lips. As I drained him, his skin started to grey, his veins darkening and his struggle ceasing and soon..There was nothing more to drain.

Once finished with my meal, I thrust my hand through his back, detaching his ribs from his spine on both sides before removing his lungs and pulling them out through the large holes in his back, allowing them to hang like wings. The Blood Eagle, a viking form of execution, a glorious method and pretty to look at. It was there I hoisted his body upon a lamp post, attaching hooks I had brought in preparation to the pole before hanging his body there, hissing to his corpse "Fly high petty bird.." I then sped off into the night, leaving my artwork for some pesky teenagers or bratty children to find.