Monster U: Drake

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“I look at my prey, I hate what I am. I hate this need to hunt; but I am afraid of death. That is why I am in this situation to begin with… that fear of death… I stand here writing in my ancient diary while I contemplate drain the woman who is sitting alone in the corner…I HATE MYSELF!”

  “I look at my prey, I hate what I am.  I hate this need to hunt; but I am afraid of death.  That is why I am in this situation to begin with… that fear of death…  I stand here writing in my ancient diary while I contemplate drain the woman who is sitting alone in the corner…I HATE MYSELF!”

            Drake put his journal in his desk and turned the key, locking it away.  He looked at the mess of people.  He had a party each week; a part of him that he hated needed them.  He had tried to go without.  He is grateful for his roommates.  Cameron, Frank and Lucas all understand the curse he lives with; the death he must inflict so he could live.  He is happy he found them many centuries ago.  With this new world they knew they had to blend in, so they decided to main stream and go to college.  They were what the dean had called freshmen.  He is far from a fresh man… he died over five hundred years ago, but afraid of death he took a deal to grant him immortality.  He has been called many things; in fact he is the basis of that silly little book Dracula.  He knew Bram Stoker; a crazy little man who was obsessed with the beings that went bump into the night.  Ever since Drake had tried to drain him that was until he tasted his blood; it had been tainted with holy water; sadly the little insane man thought it worked against vampires.  In a way he was right; it only worked because he believed it would.  Holy objects only work if the person believes it does, he was only evil in the fact he needed fresh flowing blood to live.  He hated that part of this curse… He didn’t really think when he was offered the escape from death.

            Cameron is the one that suggested coming to the new world.  So they took the chance.  It was a chance to start over somewhere new.  There were many places in Europe where they were still hunted.  They bought a house, bought some fake documents and signed up for college.  After all what could it hurt?  Besides their victims…  Sadly they cannot escape their curses…

            Drake sighed and walked- well glided- over to his prey.  He watched in her eyes as he flashed an award winning smile and sat down next to her.  “Hello, my dear.  I am Drake.”  Drake knew nobody was immune to his charms, his thrall.

            “Hi…”  She started and blushed.  The blood to her face made Drake’s desire for her blood stronger.  “I am Sam.”  She was a shy, timid woman.

            “Nice to meet you, Sam.”  Drake took her hand in his, and held it there.  “Would you like a tour of the house?  Maybe a drink?”  Drake started to pull her up with him.

            “That would be great.”  She said, and got up to go with him; she seemed to bask in his attention.

            Drake kept her hand and grabbed a strong drink from Lucas along the way.  “Well, let’s start down stairs…”  Drake started and led the shy young Sam to his room.

            “Oh, your room is in the basement…”  Sam said in shock when they walked into his windowless room.

            “Oh, yes this is my room.”  Drake came up behind her.  “Do you like it?”  Drake asked as he pushed her hair away from her neck.  He bent and kissed her neck before she could respond.  He touched the tip of his tongue to her neck, and heard her gasp for breath. 

            Sam was torn between fear and desire.  She had come to this party on her friend’s suggestion, and then her friend had left her when she went to dance with her newest boyfriend.  “I…”

            Drake turned her around and kissed her; and pushed her toward his bed.  He felt her fear, it radiated in the room, as she fell back onto the bed and he climbed in with her.  “I hope you do…”  Drake laid down almost on top of her and planted a string of kisses along her neck.

            “Drake...” Sam struggled for thought but she knew she didn’t want this.  “Stop.”

            “No…”  Drake said and he felt his fangs extend.  He struggled against the monster within himself.  He tried to push himself away from her, but he was too weak… he had gone to long without the flowing blood of life.

            “NO!”  Sam struggled to get free.  She screamed, and hoped that someone heard her.  Then she went silent when she felt the pain in her neck.

            Drake bit her.  He hit the sweet spot where the blood flowed quickly and freely and he started to drain her.  She went silent with the first bite, but she continued to struggle.

            Sam tried to get away, but she started to get weaker and weaker.  Soon she was unable to move… and she felt cold.

            Drake knew when she gave up.  He knew the moment she accepted her death, and a tear escaped his eye as he completely drained her.  Once the last drop was gone, he rolled to the side, and exhausted from his gluttony of blood, passed out.

            Drake awoke the next day and looked at the body beside him.  He sighed and picked up the phone.

            On the fourth ring it picked up.  “Tony’s Cement Shoes.  You Kill ‘Em, We Sink ‘Em.”

            Drake sighed, but only those who Tony trusted would have the number anyway.  “Is Tony in?”  Drake asked.

            “Drake, my man!  Tony is on his way to your house.  He knows when you have a ‘party’.”  The person on the other line stated.

            Drake could almost see the quotation marks that he was sure Tony’s clerk, and nephew, had made.

            “Bleu, very funny.  Tell your uncle to charge the account.”  Drake hung up the phone.  He looked at the body for a moment, shook his head and wrapped it in the white blood stained blanket.  Drake took one last look at the scene and then at the time.  He picked up his books and left for class.  He pushed the body of the young woman, whose name had been Sam, out of his head...  Or at least he told himself he pushed her from his thoughts…

 

Copyright 2012 Katherine Rochholz All Rights Reserved

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