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Silver Love

Horror Created on 11-6-07 Views(89) Story Rating G

Good will is not the easiest way to obtain the simplest things. More or less being as good as a girl scout won’t get you what you want…it will leave room for pain in your heart. James knew all of this as he stalked the streets late one night in search of his next victim. “Victim is a funny word,” James thought aloud, “Their not…it is more like being a…” he trailed off for lack of a better word to follow. His dark boots crushed dead leaves and left a trail of nothing remotely human behind. He buried his hands further in his long black jacket and bent his head against the increasing wind.             That’s all we ever were: humans getting from point A to B, no remote sense of smell or feeling for the hungry man walking past them. Heads bent they ignore the others passing them and make their ways home to a nice family and warm house with food. James found out, early on, that being a vampire did not require intense social behavior on your food. He could lure a person away with a coy smile or tiny gesture because humans were so fickle. The interest of a beautiful boy met their desire and they usually coiled in his grip. Nevertheless, the pure sport of it intrigued him to proceed in a complicated hunt. James never killed a human; he merely left them confused and dizzy. He walked further down the lonely street and stopped in front of a packed house. Balloons covered the mailbox and adults talked in loud tones with one another. He caught the eye of a partygoer; a semi-attractive woman met him at the door. “May I come in?” His smile distracted her. She shook her head and returned to reality, “Sure dear…you must be chilly out here.” She touched his shoulders and rubbed them between her hands. “You’re so cold!” His presence received a sheer look of confusion. Each face held a story and in a matter of a second, he knew everything from whose party he had crashed to whom accidentally cheated last week. He smiled at the crowd and walked straight over to the birthday boy. The man sat in a comfortable chair wearing a goofy hat and slacks. “Hello Marcus. Happy birthday.” The man racked his brain for any sign of how this tall boy knew him…he came up blank sided. “I'm sorry but how do I know you?” His brow creased and he lapsed back into his serene setting. The party had resumed but James blocked the noise that followed. He pulled the man closer with his finger and quietly whispered, “I'm you other son…I know you have Alzheimer’s and that you won’t ever want to ruin your family but I decided to see you anyway.” James frowned with his eyes, the pure look of confusion and a lie confirmed by a lie made him feel obsolete. It was so easy to mess with humans that they were hardly worth his time, but he dealt with them night after night. His existence rather depended on it. The man embraced him as a son should be, and started introducing James to others. “This is my nephew…” He covered James’s lie with one he concocted. He looked at James for the simplest answer.“Martin, hi, I'm Marcus’s nephew.” The attending nurse to Marcus smiled and hugged James tightly. She smelt positively wonderful with a hint of cedar wood and some cologne with a name he did not know of. James sniffed her lightly and withdrew form her touch. Others standing near hugged and shook hands with him.“It’s always nice to see family visit. I’d love it if you have a piece of cake.” She smiled and cut out a small piece from a white cake covered with red roses and tiny tulips. Marcus was a flower expert, or rather a connoisseur of the craft. James took the piece of cake and smiled, even though the taste that followed would leave him feeling emptier than before. He gobbled it up and smiled again. Marcus’s attending nurse smiled and whispered, “He doesn’t have much longer to live but…” she racked her brain for the rest, “It’d be so nice if you could visit him more. He’s so lonely…I'm sure that he’d appreciate it Martin.” James nodded and looked back at the old man sitting in his comfortable chair opening presents. Lines creased when he smiled and he thanked everyone for their gifts even although he thought some were tacky and unnecessary. James pouted behind closed doors; he could take blood from the old man. It would be too much to handle but he had to. His conscious went haywire on the issue and eventually James could not do it. “Marcus…I'm really sorry but I can’t stay much longer. I promise that I’ll visit though.” Marcus hugged him and squeezed his hand tightly. “Thank you for coming, Dean.” He had already forgotten his name. James almost cried for the man dying of a mere case of memory loss. One day he would be toes up in a casket and James would stand afar looking overheads and listening to the sermon. Marcus would never know the truth and it bothered James on a more personal level then he attended. James walked down the street looking for another person. That was primarily all his nights consisted of…finding people. He was always in search of someone and it got lonely. A meaningless task for a person without a soul; he had finally reached hell and it was the form of earth! James thought of Daniel and whimpered; he had personally brought the boy into the bowls of hell for his own personal benefit, to cure a humanistic emotion.Loneliness. James walked on. *If you like this please comment and maybe I will write more of it!*

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On November 12th 2007 Valianteni Said :
Valianteni I completely agree with onaipwolf...seriously though I'd read more if you got it.
On November 6th 2007 valiantvivian Said :
valiantvivian See now I thought the first one was well on its own but then I got writing again and I guess that more could be added. Who knows maybe I'm crazy and making a mountain of a mole hill. I forgot the "Two" in the title.
On November 6th 2007 venomousmaiden Said :
venomousmaiden I like it, would be interested in reading more.
On November 6th 2007 onaipwolf Said :
onaipwolf It's a good story. Personally, I don't know if it requires more than this. I think it stands pretty well on its own. But let me know if you write anything else, or decide to continue on this one. :)