Lillith - Into the Night - Chapter One, part two

As we walked, my gallant gentleman began to speak of himself. Apparently, I pass some confidence to him.   There was something fraternal about the way he behaved. He was not interested in me the way men tend to be interested. He looked like an older brother accompanying his sister on the way home after a party. I wondered what he would say if he knew that I have many times his age.   This whole fuck was already becoming embarrassing. and it could be bad for my reputation if I had one.

— Tonight my girl put an end to our relationship. She kicked me in the butt, without even saying why. Wow! I did not know it hurts so much.

— Really? What happened to you? I ask, barely containing the anger inside me.

— Tonight my girl put an end to our relationship. She kicked me in the butt, without even saying why. Wow! I did not know it hurts so much.

More this now! With so many lonely men lost in the night, I found a goofy man who was despised. Definitely, it almost made me lose my appetite, but if he starts to cry, I'll kill him anyway!

— Have you never been scorned before?

— Not that I remember.

— Better late than never. — I say, already annoyed. — You may not realize it now, but this experience will do you good.

— You think that's good?

— Yes. Think of the possibilities that open up. In the women, you're still going to meet.

— It's a way of seeing things. — He replied with a shrug. — But I still wish it had not happened.

— After all, what's so special about her?

— All! — He spoke with a sigh.

I should have kept quiet and maybe the conversation was over. I should, but I make the second mistake of the night.

— Can be more specific?

— Everything about her enchants me! Her sweet smile, her loving gaze to me, her beautiful mouth. She's just perfect! I think I've dreamed of her all my life, but unfortunately, I lost her love.

— This woman must be a phenomenon.  — I replied, barely containing disdain.

I had no affectionate memories of the time that was mortal. I do not think I was ever loved that way. The first time I had sex I've been raped, but I do not think this can be considered love, especially after I killed the bastard. From then on, I began to take the initiative. I almost envy the woman loved by this goofy, but she was getting nauseous.

Though I was starving, I thought of getting rid of him, when we were approached by The Three Stooges. Suddenly the night was very lively.

— You seem to be right. This is a dangerous place. —  I whispered.

— Stay behind me. — Answered my gallant gentleman, gentleman, with a voice reminiscent of John Wayne in his best days.

I did not move, of course. There were only three guys and they would not make me sweat, although they were armed with knives. The trio was formed by a fat of medium height,   a skinny lad with an effeminate way and a tall, stout man with a cruel expression on his face. The kind of expression I knew well. It indicated that the man was full of bad intentions, my favorite on the menu.

The night had everything to continue annoying, but behold that suddenly I was before Moe, Larry, and Curly. The three stooges surrounded us with their knives. At least they had no guns. This could complicate things at close range and I did not want my dress to be spoiled by bullet holes.

— Wow! What do we have here? A couple of lovebirds on a dark night. — Said the fat man, who looked like the leader.

— Leave us alone! — shouted my fearless defender, putting himself between me and the trio of miscreants.

I almost feel sorry for him when the big man takes a step forward and hits him with a punch on the chin. It was just a blow, but he fell apart. That was the best thing that could have happened to him. That way he would not see his occasional lady turn into a toothbrush and sharp claws. There are times when I love being what I am. This is one of them, but I'm still quiet and pretend to be scared. I like an anticlimax.

— I want the woman. — said the big man, who had Larry's face and was full of testosterone. Did I mention that I love it? Another thing I like to do is give names to the guys I'm going to kill. I know this is a bad habit because it makes the whole thing very personal, but I can not avoid doing this. By the way, I had not yet thought of a name for my sleeping Don Quixote. I think it might be that one. Matches with it

— I want her, too. Said the skinny man, at a certain moment. In my mind, I named him Curly, although it does not look like any of the three stooges It looked more like Stan Laurel, this one was part of a pair and not a trio.

— For what? You do not even like women. Larry snapped back sarcastically.

— I just want her dress.

I think I'm going to kill the skinny one first. He will not put his dirty hands on my Versace dress.

— First business. — The fat Moe said impatiently. — After that, you can have fun.

That being said, he examines my unfortunate and unconscious companion, until you find your wallet.

— It is not much here. —  Moe said after he counts the money.

— Get her purse!

The lanky comes forward and tries to pull my bag. It's not a Prada, but it's my favorite and I'm pulling it for me. Curly comes along with the purse.

— What is it? He exclaims in surprise. — Bitch!

How kind! It was the last thing I said before I plucked out your heart and show it to others, pulsing in my hand. Curly could still see him before he goes into shock and dies.

— What the fuck is that? Moe asks, his eyes wide.

Moe and Larry advance to me at the same time, both displaying their knives. How much Valentia! I reach Moe first. It was easy for me to dodge your lunge. To me, humans move like they're in slow motion. I love it! It gives me time to decide on the most efficient way to kill, or just play with the prey. It was easy to lift the fat Moe over my head. He finally notices his precarious situation. He struggles and squeaks like a pig until I smash his skull against a lamppost.

The burly Larry proves to be a smart guy, after all. Seeing what I did with Moe, he backs off and tries to turn to run away. Unfortunately for him, it's too late.

— So you want me? —  I asked as I advanced. — Do you want me or not?

— What kind of monster are you?

— A monster far worse than you. — I answer.

Terrified, he finally turns around and tries to run. This is the time when testosterone is over. Then the great male gives up his prevailing pretensions and exudes fear through every pore. This really is a delight.

— Leave me alone! — He still shouts, when I reach his neck and forced him to turn to me.

— Look at me. — I say huskily.

— My God! — He screams terrified of my appearance ... well ... of Vampire!

It always happens when I transform and leave my human appearance. I suppose everything might be terrifying for my victims, but what can I do? Being beautiful and glamorous all the time makes me tired.

— No! Please ... — He squeals, almost voiceless.

I draw his throat closer to me and see his jugular pulsating. That's enough and I can not contain myself anymore. It's time for my dinner, finally!