Part 2: Ice
"Anybody here?" I called out. Someone banged on a door at the end of the corridor, muffled screaming mingled with coughs... There was thick, black smoke coming out of at least four doors. I ran towards the door and was about to yank it open when a hand shot out from behind me and opened the door. Smoke billowed out and hit my face. Even before I could sidestep the smoke -- and I am very fast -- someone pulled me aside roughly.
I spun around trying to see and free my wrist at the same time. The grip was iron-strong. There was a fireman standing next to me, I could barely make out his orange overalls. I had not seen any fireman enter the building before me, where did he come from? Before I could say anything, he pushed me aside, lunged into the room and in a matter of mere minutes came out with an unconscious woman in his arms.
"Come with me," he said and without another glance began running towards the stairwell. I ran with him and realised I was matching his pace. Or he was matching mine. We were both running faster than most humans. We jumped down the stairs together and were soon outside the building. Even as people clapped and cheered, I realised the rescue had hardly taken seven minutes.
People were coming around to pat us... It was not safe. He was a fireman and I had just come out of the building unscathed. There would be questions. I quickly turned into the swarming crowd and as fast as possible -- and as inconspicuously -- began walking away. I had almost made my getaway when an iron hand clasped my wrist for the second time that day. I jerked my hand away, without success and swivelled to face my captor.
The first thing I noticed was that the fireman was very tall. I am 5 feet 6 inches and he was at least a foot taller than me. He was very dark… and very handsome. If you find a cruel face handsome that is. There was no softness in his face. All lines, a straight sharp nose… He was not frowning, but he looked angry. Perhaps it was the way he was clenching his jaw; a strong chin and perhaps a cleft but I couldn’t be sure. I was drawn to his eyes. They were grey, like an overcast sky and bloodshot.
He was looking at me or through me, I couldn’t be sure. What I was sure of was that he did not like what he saw. It angered me. Men have always reacted to me positively. I pulled my hand again, he wouldn’t let go. Before I could say anything, he spoke. It was as if he was grating the words out through teeth; his voice was a blues singer’s voice. Deep, slightly throaty and each word pronounced with careful deliberation.
“Are you all right?” he asked, no, spat at me. Despite the question, his tone and his face suggested he really did not care. It angered me further.
“Don’t touch me, keep your fucking hand off. I can manage alone,” I hissed back, again trying to pull my hand away. Again, failing. How could he match my strength? No human man had ever managed…
He laughed, still holding my wrist, clasping it tighter now, making me wince. I hated him.
“I doubt anyone would want to touch you. You are so cold,” he said, making each word sound like an insult and digging his fingers into my wrist again. He suddenly let it go. I noticed it then. He was as cold as I was.
I looked at him in shock. He smiled then. A feral, predatory smile and I saw his teeth. His canines were slightly pointed. Fangs. Like mine. I stood and stared. A fireman who was a… vampire? Before I could react or say anything further, he turned and started walking away. Loping rather, his long legs made longer strides. I stood and watched and even before my brain could get over the initial shock, he turned to look at me once more.
"I would suggest you don’t try and save anymore humans. It’s against your basic nature and you are clumsy. If you are discovered, you put everyone in danger. The others will not appreciate that and neither will your beautiful self. And remember beautiful, no one is ever alone.”
He left and I felt fear for the first time in a long, long while…
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Fire and Ice
Part 1. Fire
So while my Wednesday was being wasted by my cheating boss, a fire broke out in the office next to us. Since my boss hyperventilates at the smallest reason, he made us get out of the office as well. He completely believes in the idea of "you can never be too careful". Given that we have regular fire drills and now that we had a real fire next door, my boss got the perfect opportunity to give us all the "I told you so."
Fire drills are like crying wolf. People never take them seriously and I've always wondered what would happen if there was ever a real fire and people thought it was only a fire drill... I got my answer on Wednesday. Even as the fire alarm shrieked in the other building, people were coming out of it laughing. One man even stopped at the entrace, effectively blocking others, to light his cigarette.
All was calm till one of the women saw smoke billowing out of the 13th floor and started screaming. It's amazing how humans can go from complete calm to sheer panic in a matter of minutes. Even when they have not seen the cause of panic. So minutes after this woman screamed, pandemonium broke out. Everyone screamed, ran and elbowed each other without making any real progress. A couple of people even ran back into the building.
I stood aside and watched the flushed faces. There is something very exciting about humans in panic. Their faces go red, their breathing accelerates, I can hear their hearts thumping wildly in their chests and they give off the most delicious aroma. The scent of fear. It's almost like the scent of arousal. I had to smoke three cigarettes in quick succession to avoid catching one of them panicked people and sinking my fangs into their jugular... Their veins were standing out in their necks deliciously.
Thankfully, my murderous musing was interrupted with the arrival of the keening fire trucks. As I watched, keeping my instincts under a tight rein, the firemen in their orange and blue overalls got out and began pulling out the hoses. Despite the human tendency to panic and save its own skin, I admire the way humans in emergency services work. You can still smell their fear, but it's mixed with adrenalin coursing through their systems.
As I watched, I heard a scream from inside the building. My hearing is inhumanly sharp and I could hear real fear in that scream. Someone was trapped inside the building. From the look on everyone else's face, no one else had heard it.
Now generally I don't like to interfere in human dramas. But there was something about this scream. She did not want to die. While I do kill humans for my own sustenance, I enjoy saving lives, if and when the opportunity presents itself. Call it a perverse pleasure.
As I looked around to see if anyone had heard, she screamed again. Fear mixed with pain this time. I chucked my cigarette and ran inside the building. I heard someone call out after me, I couldn't care less, I knew I could get out of the building in a jiffy. Jumping six-steps-at-a-time, I reached the 7th floor; the scream had come from there.
To be continued...
So while my Wednesday was being wasted by my cheating boss, a fire broke out in the office next to us. Since my boss hyperventilates at the smallest reason, he made us get out of the office as well. He completely believes in the idea of "you can never be too careful". Given that we have regular fire drills and now that we had a real fire next door, my boss got the perfect opportunity to give us all the "I told you so."
Fire drills are like crying wolf. People never take them seriously and I've always wondered what would happen if there was ever a real fire and people thought it was only a fire drill... I got my answer on Wednesday. Even as the fire alarm shrieked in the other building, people were coming out of it laughing. One man even stopped at the entrace, effectively blocking others, to light his cigarette.
All was calm till one of the women saw smoke billowing out of the 13th floor and started screaming. It's amazing how humans can go from complete calm to sheer panic in a matter of minutes. Even when they have not seen the cause of panic. So minutes after this woman screamed, pandemonium broke out. Everyone screamed, ran and elbowed each other without making any real progress. A couple of people even ran back into the building.
I stood aside and watched the flushed faces. There is something very exciting about humans in panic. Their faces go red, their breathing accelerates, I can hear their hearts thumping wildly in their chests and they give off the most delicious aroma. The scent of fear. It's almost like the scent of arousal. I had to smoke three cigarettes in quick succession to avoid catching one of them panicked people and sinking my fangs into their jugular... Their veins were standing out in their necks deliciously.
Thankfully, my murderous musing was interrupted with the arrival of the keening fire trucks. As I watched, keeping my instincts under a tight rein, the firemen in their orange and blue overalls got out and began pulling out the hoses. Despite the human tendency to panic and save its own skin, I admire the way humans in emergency services work. You can still smell their fear, but it's mixed with adrenalin coursing through their systems.
As I watched, I heard a scream from inside the building. My hearing is inhumanly sharp and I could hear real fear in that scream. Someone was trapped inside the building. From the look on everyone else's face, no one else had heard it.
Now generally I don't like to interfere in human dramas. But there was something about this scream. She did not want to die. While I do kill humans for my own sustenance, I enjoy saving lives, if and when the opportunity presents itself. Call it a perverse pleasure.
As I looked around to see if anyone had heard, she screamed again. Fear mixed with pain this time. I chucked my cigarette and ran inside the building. I heard someone call out after me, I couldn't care less, I knew I could get out of the building in a jiffy. Jumping six-steps-at-a-time, I reached the 7th floor; the scream had come from there.
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I like you, I eat you
I really don’t understand how humans manage to keep their jobs. While I have mastered most human behaviour; I find it extremely hard to maintain employment.
Why do I need a job? For the same reason the Cullens in Twilight go to school. It is called keeping up pretences. Also, unlike in popular fiction, vampires don’t always have untold riches to dip into. This vampire for instance is not loaded, not money-wise at least. I have also never managed a bank balance because banks ask too many bloody questions.
My entire day was wasted yesterday because my stupid human boss is not an organised creature. I am personal assistant and secretary to the CEO of a huge bank. For reasons of anonymity, I cannot name the bank. But let me tell you that if I did, the global economic situation will get another kick up its balls.
Over the ages, I have taken up human work that involves writing or taking notes. I have been a scribe at the Temple of Bellona, I have helped William write some fantastic prose considered literature classics now, I’ve debated and taken notes for Adolf’s Mein Kampf and nearly had my cover blown when Richard could not execute a simple plan and was impeached for the Watergate scandal. I learnt my lesson then and have since kept low profile jobs as the personal assistant/ secretary to bigwigs.
I have always found such employment quite easily. I have a fantastic memory for reference work, type really fast, never forget anything and take perfect dictation. Along with the fact that I don’t complain about long hours and have inhuman energy – hah! – I have been told that I am the perfect employee. I think my boss’s also like looking at my cleavage. I always insist on male bosses, far easier than catty human women; they make horrible bosses.
Except that I find it very difficult to keep jobs simply because after a while, I really cannot put up with a stupid human trying to lord it over me.
Yesterday was wasted because my boss’s wife found out he was screwing his junior manager’s wife. I really don’t understand why human men cannot get it straight: If you are screwing another woman, treat your wife right and she will never get suspicious. Stupid men. So my boss was discovered – on YouPorn that too – and wanted me to counsel and placate his wife. Why? I didn’t screw his wife and I definitely was not stupid enough to shoot a video and put it up on the Internet.
At times like that, I can so kill my boss. He is like an irritating fly you just have to swat. But I will not eat him, simply because I don’t like him. I have to like whoever I choose to eat. It’s not always simple though, this habit of eating only what I like. Once I really fell for this human man. I really liked him… And then I had to leave because I liked him so much, I wanted to eat him.
It’s like humans you know; you either eat what you like or you eat because you need nourishment. Since I nourished myself two days back at least my boss will not land on my dinner table. But even if I don’t eat him, I have to do something about my boss. He just does not deserve to live any longer…
Why do I need a job? For the same reason the Cullens in Twilight go to school. It is called keeping up pretences. Also, unlike in popular fiction, vampires don’t always have untold riches to dip into. This vampire for instance is not loaded, not money-wise at least. I have also never managed a bank balance because banks ask too many bloody questions.
My entire day was wasted yesterday because my stupid human boss is not an organised creature. I am personal assistant and secretary to the CEO of a huge bank. For reasons of anonymity, I cannot name the bank. But let me tell you that if I did, the global economic situation will get another kick up its balls.
Over the ages, I have taken up human work that involves writing or taking notes. I have been a scribe at the Temple of Bellona, I have helped William write some fantastic prose considered literature classics now, I’ve debated and taken notes for Adolf’s Mein Kampf and nearly had my cover blown when Richard could not execute a simple plan and was impeached for the Watergate scandal. I learnt my lesson then and have since kept low profile jobs as the personal assistant/ secretary to bigwigs.
I have always found such employment quite easily. I have a fantastic memory for reference work, type really fast, never forget anything and take perfect dictation. Along with the fact that I don’t complain about long hours and have inhuman energy – hah! – I have been told that I am the perfect employee. I think my boss’s also like looking at my cleavage. I always insist on male bosses, far easier than catty human women; they make horrible bosses.
Except that I find it very difficult to keep jobs simply because after a while, I really cannot put up with a stupid human trying to lord it over me.
Yesterday was wasted because my boss’s wife found out he was screwing his junior manager’s wife. I really don’t understand why human men cannot get it straight: If you are screwing another woman, treat your wife right and she will never get suspicious. Stupid men. So my boss was discovered – on YouPorn that too – and wanted me to counsel and placate his wife. Why? I didn’t screw his wife and I definitely was not stupid enough to shoot a video and put it up on the Internet.
At times like that, I can so kill my boss. He is like an irritating fly you just have to swat. But I will not eat him, simply because I don’t like him. I have to like whoever I choose to eat. It’s not always simple though, this habit of eating only what I like. Once I really fell for this human man. I really liked him… And then I had to leave because I liked him so much, I wanted to eat him.
It’s like humans you know; you either eat what you like or you eat because you need nourishment. Since I nourished myself two days back at least my boss will not land on my dinner table. But even if I don’t eat him, I have to do something about my boss. He just does not deserve to live any longer…
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