The Vampire's Kiss by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

My brother has a taste for death.

-Entry from the diary of Henry de Montfort,

December 11, 1068

The sun had not yet risen in Seattle. Night's darkness still clung to the em pty city streets. The shadows of the night cloaked him as he watched her.

He could see her so clearly through the thin glass of the window. Her black hair was pulled back into a careless ponytail. Her face, tense with concent ration, peered at the computer screen. Her thin shoulders were hunched over, her fingers typing frantically on the keyboard.

He touched the pane of glass, feeling its cool surface against his hand. He w as so close to her.

He inhaled deeply, scenting the night air. He could smell sweat, blood, and the faint odor of burning leaves and garbage. But he could detect no trace of her. Not yet.

She was rubbing her forehead, obviously tired. She'd been at that computer of hers for over four hours. He knew because he'd been watching her all ni ght. Watching. And waiting.

Over the years he'd learned the value of patience. He could wait endlessly for his prey. She'd been easy to track. Almost too easy. Would she be easy to kill? Would she scream? Would she fight him?

He'd always enjoyed a good fight. He hoped that she wouldn't let him down

.

She stood up and turned off her machine. He saw her walk to the closet and g rab a black leather jacket. He smiled, his teeth glinting in the faint street light. She was coming to him.

He moved away from the window and back into the shadows.

The front door opened with a soft squeak. He heard the jingle of her keys as she carefully locked up the house. She appeared to be such a cautious little t hing, locking her doors like a good little girl. As if that would save her.

Her back was to him as she bent over the lock. It would be so easy to go her, to take her now. She would never even know what had happened.

But that wouldn't be any fun. So he waited. Silent. Watchful.

She walked down the stone steps, her padded shoes making no sound agains t the concrete. When she reached the sidewalk, she paused, her gaze sweep ing around the area. He knew she wouldn't see him. He was far too adept a t cloaking his presence.

She walked down the sidewalk.

Where was she going at such a late hour? Hadn't her mother ever told her t hat the night could be dangerous?

He crept behind her, inhaling her scent. He could smell her shampoo. It re minded him of apples. He'd always loved apples.

She still had her keys in her hand. They were clenched between her fingers.

He almost smiled at her pitiful weapon. He could hear her heart, pounding f iercely in her breast, and he could almost taste her blood, flowing richly t hrough her veins. Sweet, sweet blood. Oh, how he loved the taste...

He crept closer, trailing her by mere inches.

She never turned around.

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