On Going Night Draft

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It was dark outside when I woke to a man standing in my

bedroom; I was scared but did not run for I thought I'd

recognized him. He was slender and pale; he wore old attire

from the 1500s at the latest, light shirt and long slender pants.

Compared to the room I was in, he seemed to fit the style as if he

were just another figure in the bedroom. The bedroom was small

yes, but it was suitable for a girl of my stature. For a moment

the man seemed so still it was like he was just part of a dream

that lingered or I was still in the dream. I noted that he looked

calm and collective, but ready for something.

It wasn't until he spoke that I realized he was alive and

actually there.

"Hello," he said

I stared at this man in disbelief. He was real after all, but

something was off, for I did not sense his heartbeat or the heat


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of blood flow. I thought I was going to die, just like my neighbor

had the previous week.

I prepared myself to fight, but saw that was inevitable since

he was not human to begin with. I tried to sense his feelings and

all I was able to read was astonishment. He seemed brutal. The

way I kept at his heart, he seemed to twist a little, and for a

moment I thought he felt it.

"Kataline" he called

My heart stopped, he knew my name.

He smiled while I lay there frozen. I couldn't move; I barely

could breathe. The room had become so cold and full of tension.

At that moment I would say it possible to die of fright.

He leaned toward me, and I sat upright scared to move any

farther.

W-Who are you? I managed to say

"That is none of your concern child, for you will not last past


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this night. Not alive anyway."

Frozen with fear, I just watched as this man came closer, I

noted that he had a gentle walk about him he seemed to just

float over to where I stood. When he paused for a brief moment

my breathing stopped all together, along with my heart.

"Kataline you are very beautiful, you have that natural beauty.

I don't see that often enough nowadays." He sighed. "Too bad

huh?

My eyes widened with fright as my breathing and heart beat

faster. I knew that I was dead then, so I fell back on my pillow

and waited for the slaughter.


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I woke up to find myself stronger, healthier, and I felt like I

didn't have to do anything drastic. I stood up instantaneously,

but gracefully; I walked over to the window and opened it. It

was dark and welcoming outside. For a split second I thought I

had dreamed it all, that it was only a nightmare.

I turned and faced the mirror to find myself looking at a pale

dark creature like the one that was previously here, but female

instead of the horrid male. The creature in the mirror was young

and yet captivating and beautiful, the creature had my medium

bleach blond hair, but I saw that her skin looked differently with

it. I saw that the skin matched more perfectly with the hair and

texture of her clothes, and that it was oddly welcoming and not

so frightening. Her eyes were not cold and red as was the males,

I raised my hand and the mirror woman copied it. For the first

time I took a breath. I smelled new things, the smell of that man

because it was fresh and didn't belong, and even the faintest hint


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of old blood. None of the lights were on, but I could see just as

well as if all the lights were on. I looked around the room and

could see where the peach paint was starting to come off and

where dust was on the marble counters. I thought that I had

cleaned only yesterday, but it seemed like the place had been

dusty for more than a day or two. My clothes were still scattered

around the room and the mirror was still upright when I saw my

reflection. I finally turned to my bed to find it stained in blood.

Frightened I staggered back a few paces because I realized that

was my blood, since there was a spot that was still white where I

had laid. No one loses that much blood and lives.

"Figures" I said

I was surprised by my voice; it was a bit daintier, but still the

same. I went over to the bed and sighed. I'd become thirsty; not

thirsty for water, but for the blood I smelled.


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I decided since it was night and it was safe, and I knew no one

I knew would be out here at this hour, that I'd follow that mans

scent to where ever it led. It frustrated me that I was not given

the opportunity to jut die; that I had to be changed because the

bastard found me appealing. I knew I was beautiful in my other

body. I knew because all the men near me always stopped to

look. I didn't take it much to heart because I was raised better

than to be vain about myself. I didn't want to become self-

absorbed, as I knew others had.

It appeared to be around three- o-clock when I strode in the

middle of town. It felt odd that I didn't even need a car or any

transportation, I was strong enough and it felt like I was

floating while I walked along. I'd noted earlier when I strode

past a businessman on the corner that I didn't really have to

search him to know how he felt. It felt nicer that I no longer had


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to probe in order to get what I wanted. I had only one complaint

about being an empath and that was the weird picture that

sometimes came with the emotions of a human. Being a

newborn apparently had some knacks to it, but humans were

still the same they seemed to have the same troubles and the

same happiness's. The man's scent seemed to be going all over

town square because I felt like I was bobbing and weaving all

over the sidewalk. I shook my head as I noted this man was

drunk. It took me off guard because I didn't think immortals

could get drunk, I guess I was wrong about that. What else then

was I wrong about?

The scent lead around a corner in a dark alleyway, and there I

found another one of his victims. This one was completely dead

though. It seemed sad; this victim seemed young for being out at

this hour, and in this place. With no heart and no life I decided it

was a good idea not to leave it here, especially with a bite mark


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on it. I put a few more bite marks on her to make it look like an

animal rather than the clean one bite it had, I then picked up the

victim and carried it to where I knew a policeman usually stood

around this hour.

When I rounded the other corner where the policeman stood,

he looked at me differently, but in awe really than anything else.

The policeman was young and wore his black uniform; he had

short brown hair and was a little heavy. His eyes were a plain

brown that had nothing captivating about him. He was

surprised like I figured he would be, but he was himself after a

moment and looked at the girl.

What happened here? he asked

I found this girl in the alley way when I was passing by.

My voice startled the man in yet again another daze. I waited

patiently while I read all his emotions as they ran through him.

He felt no fear from me because all he could see was the beauty.


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When he collected himself once again I started to hand him the

body.

Would you take her to the station? I asked

Well, no need to take her to the station but I'll make sure she

gets her proper rest. He said.

I knew then that his intentions were noble, so I handed him the

body and walked back to my trail.

It didn't take me long to pick it right back up and find now

what appeared to be my own scent that lingered for a moment.

My scent seemed rather nice and fragrant than when I was

human, but then again I couldn't smell as good as I can now. I

sighed for the second time tonight. Why did I have to be

changed? As I followed the trail again I got a little mad at my

thirst. Even though I seemed content a moment ago, it wanted it

yet again. It truly was my fault since I bit into something and

found no pleasurable liquid inside. Soon I found myself loathing


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the victim the man had left there dead. I shook my head in

disgust; I did not need to hate a victim like her and I didn't want

to admit I wanted blood. She was just the same as me, same man

who ended us. Fortunately for her she was chosen to just die. It

saddened me that I jumped to conclusions about a girl I didn't

know; I felt utterly horrible after that, but I followed the trail

regardless.

In his scent I caught a whiff of something that smelled like

blood. My throat went into flames and I desperately wanted to

feed.

I uttered curses so fast that it was incomprehensible to a

human, or at least it seemed like that. In the end of my fit I

followed the scent, which seemed to be where his scent was also.

So at least I knew I was lucky this go around. As I followed the

scent it took me to the industrial side of downtown that I'd only

been to once. The scent stopped at a specific building, the


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building held nothing of value that told me anything but I knew

that this place was full of the scent. I looked around and found

no entrance, so I followed my new nose that led me to the

alleyway where there was some hidden door. I couldn't place it

just right but I knew that it was an entrance to where the scent

was leading. I followed.

When I got down the stairs to the main entrance that looked

more like an entrance I found that this place was some kind of

club. The only weird part was that it was not a regular club like

the ones above, it seemed the scent of blood was all over this

lower floor. It had a corner bar table; just like the ones in real

bars, but this one held wine classes and tequila shot classes full

of the red liquid. Behind the counter were refrigerators and


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above was a kitchen feel ceiling. Compared to the bar itself the

wide space was enormous. There was a band playing, but it

played soft music and the people on the dance floor were either

dancing the dances of old or just standing around talking with

drinks in their hands. The walls of the place were gray, silver

and purple. The ceiling was pure black with silver streaks on it.

I gathered they were trying to make the place look like the night

inside. Could we not go outside often or something or is it just

to make us feel more at home?

I weaved my way through the beautiful crowd of vampires

to the edge of the counter where a man was giving a drink to a

gorgeous woman. This man had medium black hair and a pale

face. He had on a black and white uniform that showed he

worked there; he also was very beautiful. I assessed him over

and saw that he was gentle and very gorgeous. He saw the

woman as a worker or a friend, well in that category anyway.


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The woman left and then he saw me. At first it was

amazement that entered in his body, then a new type of feeling I

was not use to. It almost over-powered me but I let it slide as I

walked up to him gracefully.

Hello there, he said to me.

This fellow seemed to have and ancient accent to his voice.

Hello yourself, I said back

Can I help you?

Yes, What is this place and why does it smell of blood?

He looked at me confused for a moment before it clicked in

his head.

You're new aren't you?

New in life, or better, this life? Yes.

So youre a newborn vampire.

I'm guessing so, since I followed the scent of the man that

took me with no cause and the scent of blood here.


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No cause? he asked astonished.

Yes, He said he found me appealing and that was cause

enough for him.

You also said you followed his scent here?

Yes, I want to kill him for taking my life away like that.

I sensed he was more pleased than sorrowful, and so I was

for a brief second mad at him.

Why the angry stare at me? he asked puzzled.

You were pleased of my death were you not?

For a different reason, miss?

Kataline.

That your human name?

Of course."

'Tis a very pretty name, Kataline.

I couldn't help it, internally I blushed, but nothing showed

me of that but my smile. I was grateful to know this man so I


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thought I needed his name as well.

'Your name if I might ask.

Damien.

Old fashion name huh?

I am old fashion, Kataline.

So why were you happy? I asked still a little angry

Because Im glad that I got to meet you.

I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. Then I got a

whiff of what was behind me and almost fell to the ground.

Kataline, you alright? he asked worried

That scent in the air almost killed me.

Damien chuckled

It seems you are beyond just thirsty. Here, I'll get you a

drink.

Drink?


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That night I had my first taste of fresh blood. Damien had

to struggle to get me to drink it since I did not truly want to

drink more blood and become more like a monster. I also had a

taste of my new kind of people in one place. Damien was a big

help that night; he knew I was new to this life so he filled me in

on all the lifestyles and secrets.

So, we do burn in sunlight.

Technically, in a manner of speaking, yes. Now a days our

bodies have grown accustomed to the sun so all that the sun

does is boil our blood.

Is that painful?

It can be for someone who is not use to it. You see, back


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in the day our blood and skin boiled with the suns rays. Now all

that it can do is kill you with over heated blood.

And what about sleep?

Damien laughed and smiled at me.

We rest, we cannot sleep. He said

I see. And we have become modern vampires correct?

What do you mean?

Well, there's where you sleep, or rest. Plus do we still hunt

our prey?

Well as I said this place, he motioned around the bar,

this is as close as hunting still gets. There are those of old that

still delight in hunting, but they don't hunt much anymore. They

find it more convenient to come to a blood bar.

So it's called a blood bar?

Yes.

One more question.


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Carry on.

Can our kind get drunk?

He laughed then.

Sometimes.

I nodded and quickly filed that in my mind.

Why do you ask? he said.

Well the man whom I'm hunting, he was drunk in the main

street last night it seems.

You're hunting him? Alone?

He was shocked and horrified that I would, as a newborn,

hunt a man down. He sent pictures of those who have tried and

failed.

I'm not going to fail Damien.

Huh? How did you?

I smiled at him politely.

I'm an empath Damien.


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But empaths normally only know feelings, you knew my

thoughts.

I smiled again at Damien. I'd have to explain it to him for

him to get it.

Damien, I'm a unique empath. When you feel something,

usually a thought can go with that feeling, or even pictures. My

brain will allow me to get those thoughts and pictures along

with the feeling. Do you see now?

Somewhat.

I laughed at him.

I've only heard of gifted ones in stories, I guess some are

real. He chuckled.

I smiled at him. Damien seemed like a well brought up and

nice man; besides the vampirism, he could be a great ladies

man.

Hey, would you be willing to help me tonight?


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He shocked me with a weird question, but how could I

refuse when he helped me answer my own questions.

How?

Well the person who is suppose to help me behind the

counter tonight is not here, so could you fill in for a while and

Ill pay you back with helping you find your man, sound like a

deal?

I thought it over for a while. I debated whether it was

worth it, and if it wasn't. I knew I wanted to hunt Him down, but

I never thought to bring someone along. I looked at Damien and

he appeared to be strong. So it didn't seem like a bad idea

having him around, plus he knows things about this life that I

don't yet. It felt like I debated for an hour but only seconds went

by.

I looked back at Damien and nodded.

Okay I'm in, but I think I'm getting the better deal


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Alright, he chuckled, let me show you where your

uniform is.

Damien took my hand and led me to the back of the

building. There in a closet were the uniforms. He looked me

over and chose the fourth one from the right.

Here.

He handed me the outfit, the shirt was sleeveless and white

and ties from the sides to the back. Also, the slacks were white

but the apron was black with strings on the side to give leverage

to walking and running around. A black tie came with the

facade and also something I didn't know what it was. I looked at

Damien for conformation, he laughed a little and said, Those

are your sleeves.

I looked around for a place to change and saw none.

You don't intend to watch me while I get dressed do you?

Damien laughed and shook his head. He then left the room


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and closed the door behind him. I sighed and started

undressing, first to re-attire myself with were the slacks. They

were quite comfortable for being bar's clothes. Next was the

shirt and tie. I had a little trouble getting to the strings in the

back of the shirt so I gave up for the moment. I put on the black

apron next; I was able to get these strings since they were both

on my sides. The last things were the sleeves. At first I didn't

properly know how to put them on, but I figured it out in no time

flat.

I knocked on the door and Damien entered. He laughed

and spun me around, so he could fix the strings in the back that

I couldn't get.

Thank you I muttered

He turned me back around and nodded.

Now youre a bar maid.


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It felt so weird being in a suit I didn't recognize, working in

a place I'd never been, but Damien helped me through the night.

Damien said that it was okay to sneak a few drinks now and

then of blood. I acknowledged the basic needs of those around

us and even met some nice people. Soon I got the hang of being

a barmaid, filling this order, going to fetch a whatnot for

Damien, it felt nice not being alone, and actually fitting in with

my new lifestyle. I knew that this job would not last forever, but

it felt nice to have something to preoccupy my mind.

It wasn't until the scent hit me as I headed to the back alley


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with Damien that I remembered and growled.

What is it Kataline? he asked

That scent, it's that scent that makes me very angry

Damien. That's the scent of my murderer.

I wouldn't say murder but I see your point.

Damien sniffed the air and gagged. He looked at me and he

looked angry as well.

The musty, icy smell right?

Sure, I just know he smells icy.

That's the smell of an ancient hunter. He growled.

We both breathed a couple times to calm down.

And he can get drunk? I asked

No, it's the blood that makes him drunk. You noticed that

if you have more than a couple drinks you start getting tipsy?

Yeah like Charles-the-counter-guy back there right?

Damien laughed a little and lit a cigarette.


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Yeah Charles is always there and he's always looking for

a night stalker and a good bloody drink.

He smoked the cigarette for a moment while I asked.

Night stalker? I asked

He blew a puff of smoke then looked at me.

Vampire whores that lurk at our doors.

Damien saw that I eyed his cigarette and he offered. I took

it without thinking. I wasn't a smoker before hand, but it seemed

like a nicer thing now that I looked at the world differently.

I let out a puff of smoke and felt great.

I wont get addicted will I?

Damien laughed and shook his head.

Our bodies are pretty much like the dead, no way can

nicotine get in a dead system he put air quotations around

dead.

I laughed and sighed.


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So, I am dead huh?

Damien shrugged and looked at me. He looked so somber

and lovely. I almost leaned in to get a better take of his smell,

but I stopped myself just in time before I made a fool of myself.

You're like the living dead. Your heart beats, your organs

work but you can no longer live a normal life.

Hearts beat? I asked

Faintly, only we can hear them. He said sadly

Have some vampires tried to live normal lives?

Damien took the cigarette from my hand and inhaled the

sweet smell of smoke. Okay I know I can't get addicted, but the

smell was intoxicating. It was then that I realized the musty

smell had grown stronger and was moving again.

Damien! He's close! I growled

I started to get out of the alley when Damien grabbed my

hand and wrapped his other hand around my waist.


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Not yet Kataline!

I growled and tried to get out of his grasp.

Let me go Damien! I don't know when I'll get this chance

again!

I still couldn't get out of his grasp,

He'll come again Kataline, trust me!

I snarled and tried with all my might to release his grip on

me. Finally the smell was too far away to track.

Dammit Damien! I told you he must die first!

Damien loosened his grip on my hand and looked away

from me.

Kataline? he whispered.

I huffed for a minute looking at the exit of the alleyway

before I looked back at him. It was then that I realized the pain

in his eyes. I searched his heart to see sorrow and anger.

Anger? Where's the anger from?


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Damien, I'm fine now. You can let go of me now.

He shook his head firmly.

Damien seriously, I'll be okay.

He tightened his grip on me and led me back in the bar. As

soon as he closed then door, he let me go.

Kataline, I beg of you never to get that angry again.

Huh? I looked at him blankly.

Kataline, you radiated immense feelings of hate, it

was so strong I felt it.

I looked at him and thought about that.

So, I can radiate a feeling as well as sense them. I make

one really cool empath! I'd never radiated a feeling before. I

only knew how to sense them. I thought

Hm-mm. . . was all I could say.

Do you not believe me? he asked angered

Oh, I do. That's not why I'm humming.


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I decided I'd try again to radiate a feeling, this time I'd try

to make Damien calm instead of angry.

I searched his core and found the center where most

feelings were kept. I sent a wave of calm and contentment to

where there was anger. I struggled to keep the radiating emotion

strong enough to make him calm. Finally I watched as Damien's

face became calm and contended.

Feel better? I asked proudly.

Damien sighed with relief and nodded.

I don't remember you saying you could do that. He

teasingly accused

I shrugged.

Well, come on, we have to finish our shifts right? I

asked.

I took his hand and led him to the main entrance door. He

opened the door for me like a gentlemen and I thanked him with


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a smile.

We released each other and resumed our nightly positions

as barmaid and bartender.

I was cleaning up the glasses when Damien was behind

me.

Do you think you're sneaky? I asked

No, but I just wanted to tell you that you're free from your

job, Clairise is here

Oh, so you're kicking me out?

I looked at Damien and he seemed to be smiling. He shook

his head and bent over to my ear.

No stupid, we're done so we can leave and go catch your


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soul stealer.

I looked at him in shock Oh . . . was all I could say.

He laughed quietly while I put down the rag and headed to

the door with him.

Is it still night? I asked.

No, it's closer to dawn, but we have a few minutes to get

to my place to plan things out.

I stopped abruptly. Your place?

Damien nodded and smiled Yes my place, or would you

like to go back to yours and stay there looking like you do?

I thought about it and I knew he was right. No way could I

stay in my apartment, especially since the last time I'd been

there I died. I shook my head and sighed.

My place then. Damien said confidently with a smile.


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Damien's house was pretty large for being a bartender's.

His walls were an off white cream color, and one wall in the

back was a sand color of brown. The windows coal colored and

were boarded up with only slits to let a little light in. Damien

didn't have much furniture; he only had a Peruvian couch and a

glass coffee table. The place looked like it used to be a studio of

some sort, renovated into an apartment. I walked over to a

window that had not been fully boarded up yet.

Nice place, Damien. I complemented over my shoulder.

Hey I know there's not a lot of furniture, and its because

I'm in the middle of moving places. I used to live with Isabella.


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I stopped looking out the window and looked at him. As

soon as he said the name, sorrow was wrapped all around him.

Damien . . .

He chuckled a little, but it didn't seem to reach his eyes.

Hey, it was a while ago and it doesn't matter. He said.

It was my turn to laugh at him.

Damien you suck at lying to me. Member, I pointed at

myself, Im an empath.

Damien looked away and walked over to the couch. I

watched as he walked and saw that he also glided like my soul

stealer. I sighed and walked over to him, but I appeared to be

trying too hard to glide so I almost fell into the couch. Damien

looked at me and started laughing. I glared at him, but smiled in

response. That feeling he had when I first met him came back

again, and again in the alley, I didn't recognize it and so I kept

staring trying to figure it out.


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What are you staring at? he asked

Sorry, nothing. I said quickly looking quickly away.

Damien looked at me and then looked harder.

Damien, really its nothing I promise. I said again

Still don't believe you, because I know girls who stare, are

staring at something specific.

Well I have no clue what you're talking about; because all

I know is that you're very confusing.

Oh really? Is that what you think I am?

Yes, you are.

And you're stalling. he said, taking my chin in his hand

and making me look at him.

As soon as my eyes met with his once more that feeling

came back. I could not recognize it still. I felt all giddy and

nervous inside, and I couldn't make it go away. The more I

looked into his baby blue eyes the more captivating they


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became.

You're staring at me again.

Its k-kinda hard not to when you have a hold of my face.

I stuttered

Are you nervous? he asked breathlessly.

He seemed calm on the outside but he was starting to

radiate that feeling, sorta what I was feeling inside my own

body. Maybe I was not paying enough attention, but I wished I

had known more things while I was alive to know what this was.

I'd never really had a guy so close to me, except when I was

threatening one of my best friends boyfriends. This was nothing

compared to those moments, and the more I looked at him the

more it seemed I was being drawn to him.

Damien started leaning into me and I closed my eyes not

knowing what was about to happen but I didn't care. Damien's

mood instantly changed and he was a couple steps away from


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me. I blinked several times trying to figure out what just

happened.

I think I should show you were you shall be resting now.

he said roughly.

I nodded slowly and followed. He took me up the spiral

staircase in the back that I had not noticed until that moment.

When we reached the top of the stairs he showed me to a room

across the hall from a slightly furnished room.

The room he had chosen for me seemed very fictional and

very suitable for a petite person like me. The whole place was

fully furnished.

You must get paid a lot for this stuff. . . I said out loud.

Without realizing I had spoken my mind I gasped and

turned around to see Damien smiling at me.

That wasn't meant to come out of my head. I said

embarrassed.


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Kataline, it's quite alright. he laughed a little I

accumulate money over time. The only thing I spend my money

on a regular basis is cigarettes.

I thought about that and nodded. Since he practically

works at the blood bar, he doesn't need to pay for his drinks.

Also since he can't get hooked on cigarettes he doesn't have that

need to smoke a pack a day.

I see your point. I finally said.

Damien smiled again

I hope this place is suitable, and are you comfortable with

me sleeping across the hall? he asked

For one moment I thought he was going to say, are you

comfortable with me sleeping with you? thankfully I heard

what he did say and nodded at the appropriately time.

As long as youre comfortable. he said distantly.


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I woke up the next day to a dark sky. At first I thought I was

reliving my deathly experience when I realized I was not in my

own home. My memories flooded back into my mind and I

remembered what all had happened the night before.

I was killed and now was hunting my soul stealer. I

worked at a blood bar and learned what I am and what I

shall become. I am not at my own home, but at Damiens.

. . Damien!

As soon as I remembered I got up and started looking

around. I first went across the hall to see if Damien was still in


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bed, but he wasnt. The room he was staying in last night

seemed too small or too ordain for the character Damien

portrayed. I assumed then, that Damien had put me in his

room while he slept in the guest room that was still in need of

many renovations. I walked down the spiral staircase to find a

new smell in the room. Everything seemed so new still to me that

the feeling of recognition hit me hard. I almost fell down the

stairs, but thankfully grabbed hold of the rail. The flash wave of

concern hit me immediately after that.

Are you alright? Damien called up to me.

Im, Im okay. Just startled is all.

Damien came to my side in a flash. He helped me up then

looked me over. I looked back at him and felt his concern for me

grow stronger almost overwhelming me. I tried to be free of his

grip but for some reason he would not let me go. That feeling

was trying to come back but was quickly squished by his


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feelings. I felt my own body absorb his emotions to the point

where it was hard to tell where his emotions ended and where

mine began. It was getting hard to breathe and I almost fell for

a second time when he finally released me.

On Going Night Draft

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