distance, but they’d made eye contact. He knew she was drawn to him as much as he was to her. He’d heard rumors that she was balking her kind too, becoming amicable with the wolf community, something that was definitely forbidden and off limits for vampires, just as it was with the wolves. Many believed that kind of breeding would only create some kind of monstrosity, but then it had never happened so no one could say for sure. In the meantime, he spent his days reveling in sex. That is when he wasn’t pretending to work a day and night job, much like a normal, ordinary human would.
There were times where he hated himself for viewing the humans the way that he did because at one point in time he had been human himself. He had shadowy images that would come to him in dreams, back before he had been changed. He remembered that in the beginning he’d just wanted to die. He’d never planned on living forever, but now…Well, he didn’t really have a choice any longer. His path was difficult, but he knew there was some form of happiness awaiting him somewhere. He wanted to snatch it and enjoy it. His only wish was that he could somehow find it sooner than how it was gradually happening.
He’d killed plenty, and he could still taste the blood in his mouth, or he imagined he could. He battled it every day, every waking moment as a matter of fact. It was his other half, his dark half, co-existing with him. He did enjoy the prowess it gave him, especially when it came to getting any female he wanted.
Still, his mind drifted back to her…she was the only one that he had ever felt true emotion for, even if only for a second. He wondered if he would see her that night. She did visit the bar sometimes, but always with her vampire friends. It was the strangest thing. She was living among them but he could see she just didn’t really want to be there, even though he’d never even spoken to her. Oh, well. He ran his hand over his face, trying to block his own thoughts of her.
Turning his gaze back to the woman lying nude in the bed with him, he tried desperately to remember her name, but there’d been so many in the past few months, it was more difficult than he thought it would be. He couldn’t imagine what she would think if she awoke; only to find he didn’t even know who she was.
He decided to fend alcoholic incompetence if she did. At least then he’d be able to spare her from some of the humiliation. He held his breath involuntarily as he continued to stare at her sleeping, her breathe falling up and down in her chest. Finally, he decided to get up, once there was some recognition there. It was slowly coming back to him. Sally or Sarah he thought her name was. He wasn’t sure. Sitting on the side of the bed, he contemplated falling right back into it too…so tired he still was. His mind just couldn’t help but continue to wander.
Sam had been with so many women, for such an extensive period of time, he found their names just ran into each other. Their faces were also beginning to blur together, having slept with so many of them. Some he had drained, actually disemboweling some in the throes of ecstasy, though just a reflex he hadn’t been able to control in those past times. Still, it haunted him to a point.
His servants had discarded the bodies he’d mutilated, and then others…he knew for a fact that some of them he had accidentally turned, but they’d disappeared long ago, discovering their new identities on their own terms without interference. He could have hunted them down had he wanted to have, but he’d decided to let them go, living alone like he did. He simply was not the teacher that any new fledgling werewolf needed, at least he didn’t view himself as a good teacher.
With the constant buzzing of his alarm clock, he took it as his cue. No more lying around leisurely, or dwelling on his
There were times where he hated himself for viewing the humans the way that he did because at one point in time he had been human himself. He had shadowy images that would come to him in dreams, back before he had been changed. He remembered that in the beginning he’d just wanted to die. He’d never planned on living forever, but now…Well, he didn’t really have a choice any longer. His path was difficult, but he knew there was some form of happiness awaiting him somewhere. He wanted to snatch it and enjoy it. His only wish was that he could somehow find it sooner than how it was gradually happening.
He’d killed plenty, and he could still taste the blood in his mouth, or he imagined he could. He battled it every day, every waking moment as a matter of fact. It was his other half, his dark half, co-existing with him. He did enjoy the prowess it gave him, especially when it came to getting any female he wanted.
Still, his mind drifted back to her…she was the only one that he had ever felt true emotion for, even if only for a second. He wondered if he would see her that night. She did visit the bar sometimes, but always with her vampire friends. It was the strangest thing. She was living among them but he could see she just didn’t really want to be there, even though he’d never even spoken to her. Oh, well. He ran his hand over his face, trying to block his own thoughts of her.
Turning his gaze back to the woman lying nude in the bed with him, he tried desperately to remember her name, but there’d been so many in the past few months, it was more difficult than he thought it would be. He couldn’t imagine what she would think if she awoke; only to find he didn’t even know who she was.
He decided to fend alcoholic incompetence if she did. At least then he’d be able to spare her from some of the humiliation. He held his breath involuntarily as he continued to stare at her sleeping, her breathe falling up and down in her chest. Finally, he decided to get up, once there was some recognition there. It was slowly coming back to him. Sally or Sarah he thought her name was. He wasn’t sure. Sitting on the side of the bed, he contemplated falling right back into it too…so tired he still was. His mind just couldn’t help but continue to wander.
Sam had been with so many women, for such an extensive period of time, he found their names just ran into each other. Their faces were also beginning to blur together, having slept with so many of them. Some he had drained, actually disemboweling some in the throes of ecstasy, though just a reflex he hadn’t been able to control in those past times. Still, it haunted him to a point.
His servants had discarded the bodies he’d mutilated, and then others…he knew for a fact that some of them he had accidentally turned, but they’d disappeared long ago, discovering their new identities on their own terms without interference. He could have hunted them down had he wanted to have, but he’d decided to let them go, living alone like he did. He simply was not the teacher that any new fledgling werewolf needed, at least he didn’t view himself as a good teacher.
With the constant buzzing of his alarm clock, he took it as his cue. No more lying around leisurely, or dwelling on his
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