The Surprising Encounter
Nothing moved in the deep shadows as he walked along the street just before midnight. He was alone as usual, but something was not right, there was some strange presence in the cold, night air. He could not see or hear anything apart from the distant cries of hunting owls, and closer moaning of the never-stopping wind. Nevertheless he sensed something, just beyond the possibility of understanding. Shy moon had hidden her pale face behind the accumulating clouds, when something appeared in the thick darkness, surrounding him like a veil.
A
sudden thrill ran through his body, a feeling almost forgotten during
the years of immortality. It was not cold, that he has not been able
to feel for many ages past. And now he trembled though he could not
find any reason for it. After some terrible minutes the fear passed,
leaving only an unexplainable memory. As he strode on, aware of every
rat running in search of food, every cat hunting for unexpecting
pray, he could not find the source of the recent experience. Time
passed, the dawn was closing on, and he also had to find some
creature to feed on its blood, unless he was going to starve during
the coming day.
Luck
was not on his side this night, the streets were as empty as
pharaoh's robbed tomb. Not even a milkman or a prostitute was in
sight. He bit his lip as the thirst became greater. He had to drink.
Right in this moment he saw her. She seemed the most beautiful human
being he had ever seen. She was strolling, obviously not thinking of
a thousand possible dangers awaiting a young girl alone at four in
the morning. It was something he could not understand, but on the
other hand he was far too hungry to think reasonably. He approached
her like a shadow, not aware that her movement was as silent as his
own. For a second he stood right behind her, smelling the sweet
parfum of her shampoo. He gently bowed his head to reach her swan
like neck, almost wishing that he did not have to rip open the velvet
skin.
She
turned to face him. In her deep, black eyes there was no fear nor
surprise. Unlike in his own, which must have shown how stunned he
was. For the first time in his too long existence he had met a
creature resistant to his hipnotic powers. He knew she smiled gently,
although he could not see her lips in the obscurity of the backyard
they stood in. She was no human, of that he was sure. But what was
she then, for she was not a vampire like himself. Less likely she was
a ghoul, for they always smellt of dead bodies, no matter how much
parfum they used to hide their odour. She touched his cheek and gazed
at him attentivly. She was warm as if she was a living thing, but
something told him it was otherwise. Not a word was spoken for so
much time that it felt like hours.
At
last she embraced him and at that moment he knew her real nature.
Immortal Huntress, the one that could never be beaten nor destroyed.
The legends of her circled among the creatures of the night, never
believed and never denied. The rumor had it, she was the only
creature of the night able to walk in the burning rays of the sun.
Her prey were the vampires, whose blood did not carry the stamp of
life, which appeared too potent in human kind. The Immortal Huntress
kept the balance between light and darkness, always impartial to
either of sides.
He
was doomed and he realised it as her suddenly uncovered snow white
fangs cut right into his body, opening his veins, in which ran stolen
blood. He did not try to resist, fascinated like a bird staring at
the steady swinging of a poisonous snake. She drank gently, sucking
slowly the life giving crimson liquid. Her right hand played with his
long dark hair while the left held him tight around the waist. He
could understand her ecstasy, he knew the feeling but too well. He
was weakening but she did not let him fall. The world started to
dance before his eyes, the sun was about to rise and the huntress was
about to finish her feast. She did not intend to kill him after all,
of course if you could speak of killing someone that has been dead
for ages. She kissed him and he fainted. As he sank into oblivion, he
was almost certain that he would never wake up, considering the near
dawn which would bring the abundance of lethal sunlight.
“The
legend turned out to be only partly true. You could survive the
meeting with the unholy huntress.” - Thought the vampire coming to
his senses in a dark room well hidden from the rays of sun, not far
away from the place of the feral encounter. He never met her again,
but he always kept her in his memory, though he never knew what she
really was.