Lilith - In to the Night - Chapter One Part Three

I sink my teeth into his neck and feel the blood spurt into my mouth. He struggles, but he's stuck in my clutches and there's no escape. Then I sip to the last drop of its vital essence. Along with it comes your soul and your memories. With this, I realize that he has a long history of perverse acts ranging from abuses, assaults, and murders. Without much effort, I come to the conclusion that I have done a great favor to the world by ending it. Not that I care much, but sometimes I like to think that I am a kind of judge and executor of those who are evil when I choose the worst of the human species as the main option of the menu. However, most of the time I do not have time to be so selective and selfless. When hunger comes night inside, instinct speaks louder and I hunt. Simple like that.

As soon as everything is over and I look at the scenery. My fearless defender still remains unconscious. Near him lies the effeminate Curly, with an incredulous expression on his face. Moe stood near the pole, where I crushed his skull. Only Larry drafted an escape attempt, so he stayed away from his companions. The result of that attempted robbery: three dead, one unconscious and I bloodied. The blood is not mine, of course.

The Versace was ruined in the confrontation with the corpulent Larry. He struggled too hard and tore my beautiful dress. This is definitely the kind of thing that usually leaves any girl in a bad mood. As if that were not enough, I need to clear the place and get rid of the evidence, or my present mortal identity will be ruined. This may also mean that the Luxor hotel would no longer be a safe place to house me during the day. It was time to say goodbye to the immense closet I had in my suite, so protected from daylight and practically soundproof.

Unfortunately, I need to start cleaning by my Don Quixote. I could not leave him alive, for the risk was too great. For centuries, no mortal knew of my existence. That was behind my relative success in surviving and I wish it would continue.

I approach Lucas and my shadow cast itself over his face sinisterly, as in a film by Murnau. Nosferatu is one of my favorites and I like to imitate Count Orlok when I become the monster. However, I hesitate at the last moment upon hearing a murmur.

- Lilith? Are you alright? – He asks, still with his eyes closed.

I pull away, trying to stop him from seeing me as a vampire. This care had nothing to do with my need to keep my nature hidden. It was the fear of seeing the truth reflected in his eyes.

Why did he care about me? That makes it all complicated for me. Still confused by my own reaction, I gather my fangs as I think in another way to preserve the anonymity of my existence without slays it. His slow breathing indicates that he has plunged into unconsciousness again. It must have been quite a blow. Lucky for him.

I was still a monster, but part of me did not want to do that, anyway. After so much time sowing death, I think I'm softening, I do not know. Must be the age, I suppose. The fact is that I did not even have the pretext of needing to feed myself, and I do not like to kill without justification. In draining Larry's life, I was satiated for many nights and I will not have to kill for a while. It's strange to think so. Conflicts of conscience never existed for me. Since my own life had been drained, I accepted another kind of existence without any hesitation. After all, I did not want to leave the world of the living without taking revenge on my former human oppressor. He was responsible for my death and also for the transformation in what I am today. But I do not want to remember that now. I need to think about the details of the present situation, not to make more mistakes.

Luckily I had registered at the hotel under another name. A civil identity, so to speak. I introduced myself to Lucas with my real name. It was the name of a woman who had died more than 200 years ago. Maybe that was the biggest mistake I'd ever made tonight. I do not even know why I did it, but it was done. Anyway, this detail could hide my existence and save his life. Even if he came to the hotel, he would not find me. In his eyes, I would be another victim of urban violence.

It was only necessary to set the scene to represent a fight between the Three Stooges. Some details were difficult to disguise in the eyes of some police officer, or a more discerning medical examiner. Luckily this type of public agent is not common, so brutalized are they for the violence in the daily life of their lives. It's easier to find cops in a bakery eating donuts, than by rigorously investigating a crime scene in places of risk. There's nothing new about it, believe me. I've known cops from many times and places.

With one last look at the scene I set up, I mentally dismiss Lucas and I wonder if he ever would be how the account was close to death. If you're smart enough, you're not going to look for me or know my fate. If he is lucky, he will never see me again.

Unfortunately, I would soon find out that he was not as smart and not had much luck. It was written that we would meet again, but I would not wager a penny on their survival.

After these events, the Luxor no longer served to shelter me from the light of day. It would certainly be Lucas's first place to look for me. Probably ask for Lilith, but there was no woman by that name staying at the hotel. That would give me some edge. At least long enough to disappear in search of another place, before the day dawned.

I sink my teeth into his neck and feel the blood spurt into my mouth. He struggles, but he's stuck in my clutches and there's no escape. Then I sip to the last drop of its vital essence. Along with it comes your soul and your memories. With this, I realize that he has a long history of perverse acts ranging from abuses, assaults, and murders. Without much effort, I come to the conclusion that I have done a great favor to the world by ending it. Not that I care much, but sometimes I like to think that I am a kind of judge and executor of those who are evil when I choose the worst of the human species as the main option of the menu. However, most of the time I do not have time to be so selective and selfless. When hunger comes night inside, instinct speaks louder and I hunt. Simple like that.

As soon as everything is over and I look at the scenery. My fearless defender still remains unconscious. Near him lies the effeminate Curly, with an incredulous expression on his face. Moe stood near the pole, where I crushed his skull. Only Larry drafted an escape attempt, so he stayed away from his companions. The result of that attempted robbery: three dead, one unconscious and I bloodied. The blood is not mine, of course.

The Versace was ruined in the confrontation with the corpulent Larry. He struggled too hard and tore my beautiful dress. This is definitely the kind of thing that usually leaves any girl in a bad mood. As if that were not enough, I need to clear the place and get rid of the evidence, or my present mortal identity will be ruined. This may also mean that the Luxor hotel would no longer be a safe place to house me during the day. It was time to say goodbye to the immense closet I had in my suite, so protected from daylight and practically soundproof.

Unfortunately, I need to start cleaning by my Don Quixote. I could not leave him alive, for the risk was too great. For centuries, no mortal knew of my existence. That was behind my relative success in surviving and I wish it would continue.

I approach Lucas and my shadow cast itself over his face sinisterly, as in a film by Murnau. Nosferatu is one of my favorites and I like to imitate Count Orlok when I become the monster. However, I hesitate at the last moment upon hearing a murmur.

- Lilith? Are you alright? – He asks, still with his eyes closed.

I pull away, trying to stop him from seeing me as a vampire. This care had nothing to do with my need to keep my nature hidden. It was the fear of seeing the truth reflected in his eyes.

Why did he care about me? That makes it all complicated for me. Still confused by my own reaction, I gather my fangs as I think in another way to preserve the anonymity of my existence without slays it. His slow breathing indicates that he has plunged into unconsciousness again. It must have been quite a blow. Lucky for him.

I was still a monster, but part of me did not want to do that, anyway. After so much time sowing death, I think I'm softening, I do not know. Must be the age, I suppose. The fact is that I did not even have the pretext of needing to feed myself, and I do not like to kill without justification. In draining Larry's life, I was satiated for many nights and I will not have to kill for a while. It's strange to think so. Conflicts of conscience never existed for me. Since my own life had been drained, I accepted another kind of existence without any hesitation. After all, I did not want to leave the world of the living without taking revenge on my former human oppressor. He was responsible for my death and also for the transformation in what I am today. But I do not want to remember that now. I need to think about the details of the present situation, not to make more mistakes.

Luckily I had registered at the hotel under another name. A civil identity, so to speak. I introduced myself to Lucas with my real name. It was the name of a woman who had died more than 200 years ago. Maybe that was the biggest mistake I'd ever made tonight. I do not even know why I did it, but it was done. Anyway, this detail could hide my existence and save his life. Even if he came to the hotel, he would not find me. In his eyes, I would be another victim of urban violence.

It was only necessary to set the scene to represent a fight between the Three Stooges. Some details were difficult to disguise in the eyes of some police officer, or a more discerning medical examiner. Luckily this type of public agent is not common, so brutalized are they for the violence in the daily life of their lives. It's easier to find cops in a bakery eating donuts, than by rigorously investigating a crime scene in places of risk. There's nothing new about it, believe me. I've known cops from many times and places.

With one last look at the scene I set up, I mentally dismiss Lucas and I wonder if he ever would be how the account was close to death. If you're smart enough, you're not going to look for me or know my fate. If he is lucky, he will never see me again.

Unfortunately, I would soon find out that he was not as smart and not had much luck. It was written that we would meet again, but I would not wager a penny on their survival.

After these events, the Luxor no longer served to shelter me from the light of day. It would certainly be Lucas's first place to look for me. Probably ask for Lilith, but there was no woman by that name staying at the hotel. That would give me some edge. At least long enough to disappear in search of another place, before the day dawned.