The Last Vampire (A Short Story) by J.T. Geissinger

Author:J.T. Geissinger [Geissinger, J.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: StoryFront
Published: 2013-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

1:40 a.m.

It is the ultimate test of a vampire’s willpower to refuse an explicit invitation from a willing human to drink from their veins. And I already knew how delicious you taste, which made the situation all the more dire.

My fangs throbbed with an exquisite ache. My hands twitched, tightening around your hips. An erection charged to life between my legs, and I held myself still with what I can only describe as a Herculean effort.

“No, dragă,” I whispered hoarsely, and that was all I managed. I’d begun to tremble violently, and had to close my eyes to block out the sight of the vein pulsing in the hollow of your throat.

Even with my eyes closed, I felt the way your breathing faltered. Your heartbeat, thudding erratically in your chest, faltered, too, and for a moment we sat there in awkward silence.

“Why not?”

Because I wasn’t ready. Because, selfishly, I wanted more time with you before I Turned you, because once that happened there would be no us anymore—and I desperately wanted there to be an us, even if it was only for a little while.

Also because it had begun to dawn on me for the very first time that perhaps the choice to become a vampire should be your own.

I had no choice when I was Turned, and though I never looked back on my time as a human man with regret or longing, could I, in all fairness, assume you would feel the same way?

Would my conscience allow me to play God with your life?

Three opposing desires began to war within me. First was my need to save you. Your kidneys had only weeks left before they would fail, and even at that moment I sensed how hard they struggled to work. The transplant operation was fairly routine, but in your case had a high risk of complication and organ rejection. There was no guarantee it would work, but if I Turned you, there would be no need for an operation at all.

Secondly, what about my Hippocratic Oath? My determination to “do no harm”? Turning a living, breathing creature into the walking dead—no matter how noble my reason for doing so—could definitely be categorized as doing harm. You would no longer be sick and would never age, but you would also outlive every person you ever knew or cared for…over and over again. You would never enjoy the quiet rest of sleep, or the myriad flavors and textures of food.

You would never have a child.

And finally—most poignantly—I simply wanted to love you for a little while longer.

You’ll be wondering what exactly that means, but I’ll tell that part of our story soon enough. Time was something that was never on our side, and from that moment on I began to curse it.

When I opened my eyes, you were gazing at me with a furrow between your dark brows, waiting expectantly for me to speak.

With a serious face, hiding the emotions that lashed at my heart like a thousand barbed whips, I said, “I never kill people on a Sunday.

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