I never told you what I do for a living.

It was Saturday night. Normally the streets were crowded because everyone was partying and drinking, but not this night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring outside. Gerard was sitting against a wall in an alley to find some shelter against the streaming water, as if that was even possible.

Gerard had a craving. A craving so bad that his throat was burning and his head was aching. It was full moon and he knew damn well what that meant. He wanted to hunt.

He took a last sip from his whiskey as he stood up. He pulled his hood over his head. It didn’t really matter though, he was already soaking wet. He was cold, but he couldn’t feel it because of all the liquor he had consumed this night. He was trying to still the hunger he was having, but it didn’t do much, at least not as much as he would’ve liked.

He started wandering across the empty streets. He was just staring in front of him. Oh this hunger... this intense craving... He fucking wished he could do something about it.

As he was wandering, his sight started to blur. Being half drunk and intoxicated from all the hard liquor and drugs he took, suddenly the smell hit him. It was blood.

His head started to spin. This primal wanting starting to come up to the surface. He was turning into a monster, and he could not help himself.

As he looked to the right, he saw a junk shooting up some heroin.

The corners of Gerard’s mouth started to form an evil grin and his eyes started to sharpen their visions. He could see everything. All his senses were becoming extremely strong. You could say that he had the senses of a predator hungry like they have never feasted before.

He started to speed towards his victim, because that was exactly what it was; a victim.

Gerard didn’t think twice about it as he sunk his fangs into the neck of his prey. He sucked up the warm fluids that came out of the junk’s neck. “Oh fuck, this feels so nice...” Gerard thought to himself. As he sucked up the last drop of blood from his prey, he finally started to realize what he had done. Yes, his hunger was stilled for a moment, but he had made another victim. Again.

As guilty as he felt, the people may never know what he was. He grabbed everything that was left from the body and threw it into the nearest river he could find. “It’s only a junk.” He thought. “They are the ones without family or friends, they are never going to miss him or report him as missed.” He said to himself to comfort his feelings for a little bit.

As much as he was a monster, he also felt guilty about his victims. Yes, they were mostly drunks and nobody was ever going to miss them, but they were people. They were people with lives, lives that they tried to make the best of. Sometimes Gerard wondered how people could go so low. So low that they didn’t even had a house or money to buy food. Did they had kids? A wife or a husband? Maybe even parents who were still alive?

He absolutely hated himself for all the murders he committed, but he knew there was not much else he could do. He was a monster, a predator, a vampire. He had to. If he didn’t that would mean his own death or going crazy and commit a mass murder. Better one at a time than being caught for murdering whole tribes of human beings.

The thing with Gerard was, whenever he felt bad, he started to use drugs. Not the kind of drugs where you would get a little high. No. He would use drugs so he would forget who he was or what he was.

He never wanted this life. He wanted to live a normal life. He wanted to experience the feeling of falling in love for the first time. He wanted to get married and have kids, and then, when the time was right, die after living a happy life.

But he never got that chance.

As he stumbled to the bar, he looked in the shopping window. He was covered in blood. “Fuck. Me,” he thought. “How could I be so stupid?” He could feel some sticky stuff on his face, not making the connection that he just killed someone. The killing had almost become normal.

“Had a nice dinner, handsome?” he heard a woman’s voice say. It was Josephine. He hated Josephine to the core, as she was the one who made him to be like this.

“Could you please not follow me every-fucking-where? I don’t want to talk to you ever again.” Gerard said.

“Oh, I am so sorry sweetie. But you see, I am the one who made you so I feel full responsibility for you. We don’t want you to go out and murder innocent people, don’t we?” she asked in this most sarcastic, high women’s voice you could imagine.

“Just leave me alone.” Gerard hissed. And he walked away before he attacked her.

He absolutely hated her guts. He tried to forget about her but he couldn’t.

He suddenly got a flashback of his changing. He was rolled up to a ball in a corner, covered in blood. His own blood. He was so disorientated and he was in so much pain that he was crying hysterically. The only thing he could see was red. He remembered her giggling throughout the process. She was just plain evil.

She was the person he always hated the most, and now she was the one that he started to become.

Just before he was changed, his father took Gerard with him to Paris to meet a nice girl his father wanted him to marry, Angelique.

Angelique was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had this gorgeous dark brown hair that was loosely hanging on her shoulders. She always had a gold locket around her neck. Her eyes were this beautiful liquid hazel colour. When he looked into her eyes, he felt like they could conquer the world together. But they didn’t.

Josephine had set her arrows on Gerard, and she wasn’t planning to give him up to some aristocratic French girl.

Gerard and Angelique had everything planned. The wedding was coming soon and they could not wait to start a living together. To have children.

The night before their wedding, Angelique was fitting her wedding dress for the last time to make sure everything was right. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress was champagne coloured and her veil had pearls embroided on it. She looked like she came walking out of a movie.

She had missed her period for two months now, she was sure she was with child. The thought of carrying Gerard’s baby filled her with so much joy that she lit up the room wherever she was.

She laid her hand upon her belly and smiled. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to tell daddy you are coming.”

Suddenly, as she was fitting everything right, she heard something on the outside of her window. She walked towards her balcony and looked outside, not seeing anybody. She enjoyed the view for a few more moments.

She turned around to walk into her room again and she heard a loud thump-sound behind her. She froze.

As she turned around, she saw Josephine standing there. She was staring at Angelique with the most evil and demonic grin she could imagine.

Before Angelique could even scream, she was gone. Josephine had pierced her fangs into her neck and sucked the life out of her. Josephine took her necklace that was so dear to Angelique.

The next day was the most beautiful day in June. The sun was shining bright and the flowers were growing. Gerard had took a bouquet of roses with him, because he knew that were Angelique’s favourite flowers.

He knocked on the door. No answer.

He knocked again. Still no answer.

He decided to just go inside. “Angelique? Honey where are you?” he called her as he walked up the stairs.

When he was almost in her room, he started to smell a weird smell he never experienced before. It smelled like... Iron? He couldn’t say what it was exactly.

He heard giggles came out of the room, but it wasn’t Angelique. This giggles were different.

“Angelique?! What are you doing up the-“ he stopped talking as he opened the door. There she was. The love of his life, laying lifeless on the ground in an unimaginary amount of blood. The giggles started to become laughter, and the laughter started to become hysterical. Gerard froze as he felt his heart breaking. The second he saw his fiancée laying on the ground was the moment he knew he didn’t want to continue with life any further. Life drained away from his spirit.

“Hi there, sweetie.” Josephine said. “Excited for your little ‘’wedding? Hihihi…”

Gerard turned toward Josephine with an anger he could not contain. He was never the guy who would hurt somebody, but he wanted to kill Josephine this instant. As he tried to attack her, she already had her arms around his neck. She bit him. “Kill me…” he pleaded, but it was too late. The poison already started to flow through his veins. This was the moment he curled up and crawled into a corner, like a dying cat would try to make sure to find a spot to die.

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