Post by Michael Kemp on Jul 20, 2010 3:39:22 GMT -5
Michael Kemp was standing on top of a large London building. Above him, the stars flickered in the night sky, and the moon lit up the scene of a city alive with people, who are hoping to be noticed. Michael had learned in the year he lived as a vampire now, that being human was more of a punishment than a delight. Always struggling with emotions. Always pushed to excel, even when it is impossible. Always having to adjust to other people. It was tiresome and Michael was glad he didn't have to endure any of that anymore.
But what did his 'life' mean at the moment? During the day, he hid in dark places, afraid that the slightest touch of sunlight would be the end of him. And during the night, he wandered, alone, trying to find a prey, trying to satisfy himself with the blood that touched his lips, but he never managed to get rid of a haunting feeling of emptiness that got a hold of him everytime he was drowned in solitude once again. It was like a chokechain that held him back from being the best he could be.
To any random person, who would decide to climb to the roof of the building by night, it would have been a strange sight to behold. A tall man, dressed in a black tailcoat blazer, white pants and a black top hat, who stood on the edge of the rooftop, seemingly ready to jump down. The truth was however, if something that unlikely would occur, it wouldn't take long for the unwanted spectators to find their last resting place, right there, underneath the stars.
Michael sniffed and a thousand smells collected in his nose. One smell in particular caught his attention. It was indescribably sweet, almost gentle, pure and innocent. Michael sniffed again, blocking out all the other smells. He was certain of it. His next prey was down there somewhere.
He backed away from the edge and ran, taking a leap from the edge and ending up on the rooftop of the building opposite the street. Like a spider, he climbed down the rain pipe and smoothly landed on the solid ground.
Nobody had seen him. Nobody cared. They were all too absorbed in their own lives to give a toss about anyone else. Michael tracked the scent and a sudden feeling of deep intense hunger got a hold of him. He started running, fast enough so people wouldn't even notice he had passed them. He ran across crowded streets and bridges, until the scent was getting closer and closer. Michael became so excited, he could barely control himself.
At last, he found the owner of the smell. A young girl was standing outside a cinema, arms crossed and looking around. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a white tank top and had her long, brown her tied back in a knot. She kept checking her watch and was clearly waiting for someone. Michael heard her sigh softly and it made him shiver. He would have loved to just jump on her, drag her away and bite her softly but fatal. Howver, that was not how he prefered to work and thus he had to manage all his selfcontrol while approaching the girl.
He slowly walked towards her, but it wasn't until he stood right in front of her that she noticed him. “Hi, how are you?” He spoke, a friendly look on his face. She smiled back at him, even though it seemed to be a forced smile, but didn't say anything. “Are you waiting for someone?” Michael continued, not discouraged by this lack of enthusiasm. She sighed again. “My boyfriend,” she softly spoke, almost in a whisper. Michael rolled his eyes. “He's not coming.” The expression on his face was serious. She glanced at his face. “How would you know?” She sneered but Michael's expression didn't change. “He's been late for at least an hour, which means this is his subtle way of letting you know that he doesn't want you anymore. He doesn't deserve you.” She was getting nervous and had to admit that he had a point. “Let me bring you home...safely,” Michael offered, holding out his arm for her to hold. It was obvious she was having an inner conflict as it took her a moment to hook her arm in Michael's. “I don't live far from here,” she said. Michael didn't say anything, but just let her lead the way.
She started opening up to him. About her boyfriend. What a jackass he was. How he said he loved her. How he occassionally cheated on her with random girls. How insecure it made her feel. Michael didn't really listen. He was trying to control himself, every inch of his body.
Finally, they reached her house. She turned around to face him. “Thank you....erm...what was your name again?” Michael looked at her. It was now or never. “Michael,” he simply said, fighting every urge to attack her. “Right Michael, I'm Anna, thanks again.” She turned around and walked towards the door. “Erm...maybe I'll see you around.” She stared at him standing there. Motionless. Why didn't he do anything? It would only take seconds. She wouldn't even have had time to scream. It was so easy. But he didn't do anything. His hands were fists and a hunger burned in his throat. “Are you okay?” She asked, her tone slightly worrying. He didn't respond. He started running, the fastest he could. He could feel her looking into the direction he went, amazed by his speed.
It took a while for him to stop and consider what had just happened. Michael Kemp, the merciless killer just let a prey escape. Another common girl who had nothing to say, had no ambitions apart from being the home coming queen. And still, he had not killed her. Had not sucked every drop of blood out of her fragile body. Why not?
It was doing his head in. He rested against the wall of a grocery shop, looking extremely miserable. It seemed that he was doomed for loneliness. There was just something about her. Something that reminded him...of his mother. His own dead mother. The mother who had left him while she had promised to never leave his side. He closed his eyes for a moment and heard footsteps approaching and a voice, who seemed to address him...
But what did his 'life' mean at the moment? During the day, he hid in dark places, afraid that the slightest touch of sunlight would be the end of him. And during the night, he wandered, alone, trying to find a prey, trying to satisfy himself with the blood that touched his lips, but he never managed to get rid of a haunting feeling of emptiness that got a hold of him everytime he was drowned in solitude once again. It was like a chokechain that held him back from being the best he could be.
To any random person, who would decide to climb to the roof of the building by night, it would have been a strange sight to behold. A tall man, dressed in a black tailcoat blazer, white pants and a black top hat, who stood on the edge of the rooftop, seemingly ready to jump down. The truth was however, if something that unlikely would occur, it wouldn't take long for the unwanted spectators to find their last resting place, right there, underneath the stars.
Michael sniffed and a thousand smells collected in his nose. One smell in particular caught his attention. It was indescribably sweet, almost gentle, pure and innocent. Michael sniffed again, blocking out all the other smells. He was certain of it. His next prey was down there somewhere.
He backed away from the edge and ran, taking a leap from the edge and ending up on the rooftop of the building opposite the street. Like a spider, he climbed down the rain pipe and smoothly landed on the solid ground.
Nobody had seen him. Nobody cared. They were all too absorbed in their own lives to give a toss about anyone else. Michael tracked the scent and a sudden feeling of deep intense hunger got a hold of him. He started running, fast enough so people wouldn't even notice he had passed them. He ran across crowded streets and bridges, until the scent was getting closer and closer. Michael became so excited, he could barely control himself.
At last, he found the owner of the smell. A young girl was standing outside a cinema, arms crossed and looking around. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a white tank top and had her long, brown her tied back in a knot. She kept checking her watch and was clearly waiting for someone. Michael heard her sigh softly and it made him shiver. He would have loved to just jump on her, drag her away and bite her softly but fatal. Howver, that was not how he prefered to work and thus he had to manage all his selfcontrol while approaching the girl.
He slowly walked towards her, but it wasn't until he stood right in front of her that she noticed him. “Hi, how are you?” He spoke, a friendly look on his face. She smiled back at him, even though it seemed to be a forced smile, but didn't say anything. “Are you waiting for someone?” Michael continued, not discouraged by this lack of enthusiasm. She sighed again. “My boyfriend,” she softly spoke, almost in a whisper. Michael rolled his eyes. “He's not coming.” The expression on his face was serious. She glanced at his face. “How would you know?” She sneered but Michael's expression didn't change. “He's been late for at least an hour, which means this is his subtle way of letting you know that he doesn't want you anymore. He doesn't deserve you.” She was getting nervous and had to admit that he had a point. “Let me bring you home...safely,” Michael offered, holding out his arm for her to hold. It was obvious she was having an inner conflict as it took her a moment to hook her arm in Michael's. “I don't live far from here,” she said. Michael didn't say anything, but just let her lead the way.
She started opening up to him. About her boyfriend. What a jackass he was. How he said he loved her. How he occassionally cheated on her with random girls. How insecure it made her feel. Michael didn't really listen. He was trying to control himself, every inch of his body.
Finally, they reached her house. She turned around to face him. “Thank you....erm...what was your name again?” Michael looked at her. It was now or never. “Michael,” he simply said, fighting every urge to attack her. “Right Michael, I'm Anna, thanks again.” She turned around and walked towards the door. “Erm...maybe I'll see you around.” She stared at him standing there. Motionless. Why didn't he do anything? It would only take seconds. She wouldn't even have had time to scream. It was so easy. But he didn't do anything. His hands were fists and a hunger burned in his throat. “Are you okay?” She asked, her tone slightly worrying. He didn't respond. He started running, the fastest he could. He could feel her looking into the direction he went, amazed by his speed.
It took a while for him to stop and consider what had just happened. Michael Kemp, the merciless killer just let a prey escape. Another common girl who had nothing to say, had no ambitions apart from being the home coming queen. And still, he had not killed her. Had not sucked every drop of blood out of her fragile body. Why not?
It was doing his head in. He rested against the wall of a grocery shop, looking extremely miserable. It seemed that he was doomed for loneliness. There was just something about her. Something that reminded him...of his mother. His own dead mother. The mother who had left him while she had promised to never leave his side. He closed his eyes for a moment and heard footsteps approaching and a voice, who seemed to address him...
