Lilith - Into the night

Chapter One – First part

I like the smell of the night. There are subtle nuances, brought by the serene and the light night breeze that I could not feel during the day because my sense of smell is saturated with the odors that men produce in their insane activities. Luckily I have night-time habits. Right now, I breathe in the cold air and realize that there is a different signature among the smells that come to me. Someone approaches and stimulates my other senses. I realize it's a man. He is slightly drunk and walks alone, hesitantly, but not because of the alcohol in his bloodstream. It just seems stunned by some misfortune. Despite the drink ingested by the lonely walker, I like the smell of this man! I almost regret what I'm about to do, but I know it's just remnants of the consciousness of someone who is gone. Soon again I concentrate and allow my fangs protrude. It's time to fulfill my bloodthirsty nature, something I won on a moonless night. Believe me, I was once human. Today, though, I make humans my favorite prey. There is in my acts a kind of poetic justice if you allow me the melodramatic slip. I have my reason to think so. The memories I bring with me, from the time when I was still alive, do not let me look at men in an indulgent way. After my transformation, I saw in each victim the tormentor who destroyed my body and my soul. Today, after so much time, I still feel in it a kind of redemption for that which once was. It is with this feeling that I watch my next prey as the man approaches.

Without realizing it, the man walks toward me. It will be a quick and painless attack, I think. Sometimes I like to be merciful, but not always. There are also times when cruelty prevails in me. So I like playing with my victim, making her exude the odors of fear. When do I do this? I do not know, but I think it has to do with men's testosterone levels. When that happens I'm almost crazy. I try to prolong my pleasure by hunting down my victim for a long time until they are prostrate with fear and beg for their lives like I did one day. No, actually I did not beg. I was unconscious when they left me to die in that hole. I would have begged if I had the chance, but even the possibility of begging men denied me. Why do I remember this now? I really do not know. Perhaps I always seek to justify myself as I am, every time I'm ready to kill, like now.

The unwary one approaches and is already close enough for me to perceive his features. He has a naive and kind face. The smell of alcohol indicates that it had been a lively night, despite the first impression I had. It is good that it has been so because I see no better way for someone to say goodbye to this world. The fact that that poor devil knows nothing of what is to come is irrelevant. In a minute it will cease to exist and I will no longer remember it. This is my nature.

He passes me without realizing my presence. He walks murmuring disjointed things, but I can understand a few words. Among them is a woman's name: Cecilia. This comes accompanied by a sad sigh. I realize the night had not really been very good for him, after all.

I rise in the air and step over his head. I could attack him in this position, but I do nothing. I am hungry, but for some unknown reason, I do not attack the man and land a few meters later. So I wait for him. The man finally sees me. Stupidly, he grinned in my direction. That always happens. I'm still attractive, despite the centuries I carry in my mundane existence. Confident, I hope he gets closer. I'm an ambush predator and I do not like running after my prey. This always represents an unnecessary waste of time and energy.

— Hello. — He greeted her. — Are you lost?

— I think so. — I answer, watching him closely.  — I'm leaving the hotel to buy cigarettes and I can not go back.

I put a cigarette in my mouth and he hurries to light it. The man has a kind look, but this will not prevent the fate that I will give him.   Kindness is something of which I know only the concept, but I never really believed it.

— This part of town is too dangerous for an unaccompanied woman. —  He said in a surprisingly clear voice.

— I know. — I answered.  — I was scared, but luckily you came.

From the odor that exhaled, I realized that the effect of alcohol had dropped to tolerable levels for its motor coordination. So much the better. My body does not react well to foreign substances in the blood of my victims, except when it comes from good wine. I have a special predilection for Cabernet Sauvignon of certain harvests. I appreciate a good Merlot too, but that was rare to find where I usually hunt. In the present case, the man in front of me had been soaked in cheap whiskey. Luckily his metabolism had already reduced the amount of alcohol in his blood.

He smiled. It was a sad smile, but I did not care. I have not cared about anyone for a long time. He's got little-crooked teeth, but he's cute. At another time, maybe I was interested in this human in a way ... Not gastronomic.

— My name is Lucas. — Said.

— Lilith. — I answered the question asked with the look.

After we introduce ourselves, we continue to talk as if we were old friends. He liked my name and repeats it as if he were sipping a good wine.

— Lilith ... It's not a common name, is it?

— I think not. — I answered. — I know only that it was the name of Adam's first wife.

— Wow! I did not even know that Adam had been married to another woman before Eve.

— My mother chose Lillith because she's a strong name. It belonged to a woman with independent spirit, which many believe to have been a ... Demon.

— Wow! Must be a good story. He says, looking me in the eye as if he wanted to know my secrets. — What hotel are you in?  There's only Luxor here, I think.

— It's this hotel! I was trying to remember the name, thank you.

— Great! The hotel is in the direction I'm going.  I can walk you to the door of the hotel if you like.

I smile at him as I try to sketch a grateful expression. What I said about the hotel was true. I really was staying at the Luxor, but I do not like the prey being so helpful to me. It always complicates things.

— How nice! You're very gracious, thank you.

Confident, he gives me his arm and we follow the dark street.

I try to walk, but the uneven floor makes my balance in the high heels difficult.

— I'm afraid your shoes are not very suitable. to walk here. — He said after I leaned on him, to lose balance for the third time.

— I did not expect to walk much. —  I answered. It would be difficult to explain that I intended to fly back to the hotel after quenching my thirst.

"Well ... You can lean on me as much as you want." — He told me, with a happy boy's smile.

It seemed that my company was doing him good. However, that would not change your destiny. The place where we walked was really desert and there would be a lot of opportunities for me to strike and rip your jugular. I had time and decided to have some fun. That was a mistake. Someone had told me, long ago, never to play with food.