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The night was cold. I could hear the wind come whipping around the buildings, like the devil whistling in my ear. It blew my hair around my face, like a veil obscuring my eyes.

I peered through the wisps of my auburn hair into the night, seeing the bright neon signs of the bars and cafes, and the groups of people walking to and fro. They all had an inner light glowing through their bodies, an amber heat pulsing underneath their skin. It was almost tangible, something I could reach out and touch to warm myself.

I quickened my pace, starting to feel a burning inside me, a growly hungry feeling. I passed bars, restaurants and cafes, knowing there was nothing for me in any of them. I came to the end of the street, and looked left and right, trying to decide which way to turn. Then I heard a noise, a human voice, coming from behind me. I turned back, and saw a large black lump on the ground, groaning. It was moving, but barely. I walked over to the lump, and saw it was a man, curled into a ball, lying on his side on the ground. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants, and was shoeless. My first thought was a sick, homeless person, but then I noticed the man was wearing makeup, and nail varnish, and seemed to be well groomed underneath the dirt of the alley on his skin.

I bent down to look more closely. There was blood running from the man’s nose and ears. He had been badly beaten. I smelled the blood, and touched his face with my finger. I brought my blood covered finger up to my mouth , and sucked on it. The taste nearly drove me mad, I was so hungry. The man turned his face up toward me, slowly opening his swollen and blackened eyes. They were a startling bright blue color. "Help me, please…" he moaned. I touched his shoulder, and said "I can help you." He looked at me, I though almost gratefully. "Police….call police, please…" he continued. I looked deeply into his eyes. "I can help you in a way the police can’t." I said.

There was still a warmth coming from him, a life force, although it was slowly dwindling away, I could feel a coldness spreading underneath my hand on his shoulder. He was a beautiful man, underneath all the pain and bruises. His hair was golden, although matted with dried blood, and his face was strong and handsome underneath long razor slashes.

"I can make you better." I said. "Forever. You will never feel any pain, ever again. And you will be young, and beautiful for eternity. I can take you anywhere you wish to go."

I licked my lips. I knew I was moments away from losing control. It was either walk away now, or feed. I waited for a sign. He looked into my eyes, he was getting weaker, but I knew he understood me. He reached out an arm to me, and touched my face. His arm fell away, and rested on my lap. I held his hand up to my face, and kissed his palm, licking it slowly. While I held his hand against my face, his eyes slowly closed again, and he said, "Yes…please." His hand went limp in mine. I slowly put it down and rested it on his chest. I bent down, and pulled his sweater away from his neck. There were finger bruises on his throat, someone had tried to strangle him as well.

I cradled his head in my arms, and kissed his neck, a slow kiss, to warm his skin. He moaned again. I knew he could feel me. I licked his neck from shoulder to chin, in a ritual I knew well. I closed my eyes, and began to puncture his skin with my fangs, deeper and deeper they went. The blood began to flow over my lips, into my mouth, down my throat, causing a familiar tingling, burning sensation, achingly ecstatic. I felt the power of the moment flowing through me, I was growling, a deep, rough noise escaping from my throat, like a wolf at a kill.

The man began to get paler and paler, as I drank. As I began to feel sated, I pulled my mouth away, and ripped my left wrist with my right fingernails, my blood oozed out in small rivulets. I held my wrist up to the man’s mouth, and pried his lips apart. "Drink, drink and you will be well." He swallowed, weakly, then immediately rolled away from me, and retched. He coughed violently, shuddered and lay still. I sat next to him, and stroked his hair. I waited.

Time passed. I heard people walking by, laughing, but I knew they would not see us. The man slowly began to move, and rolled over, he looked up at me. The razor marks on his face were starting to shrink before my eyes. I smiled down at him. "You will be feeling better as time passes." I said. He tried to pull himself up on one arm, and I helped him brace himself. "Who are you?" he asked. "Right now, I am your best friend." I said, and smiled. His eyes were endless ice blue mirrors, though I knew I could never see myself in them. He sat up until his face was even with mine. I leaned into him, and kissed him gently on the lips. He responded, and I kissed him more deeply. He was warm again. I stood up, and helped him up as well.

"The sun will be coming up in an hour or so." I said. "We need to go now. I gather you are not too fond of staying here." I motioned around the alley. He laughed. He looked down at himself, and then at me. "Where are we going?" He asked. His voice was soft, and deep.

"We can go anywhere." I said. I took his hand in mine, and we walked out of the alley, into the night.