Thy Blood Be Thy Bond

POV: Alaric The roads went from wet and dry throughout the year due to heat and rain. The cobblestone streets would change, as I’ve already seen the dirt streets before stone covered it. The trees would always be cut for the purpose of humans. Humans. They would never learn. They hadn’t in the last eight hundred years that I have lived. It was 1840 and in England, everything at least remained the same. Always gray and depressed. I knew this city would remain like this, unlike the new country that just couldn’t wait to colonize every inch and fight over land. I stalked the streets at night for my meals, London always had drunken fools. Of course, my little messes were a thing of the past and yet the newspapers found other bodies that I never bit and I wondered who else was in the city with me. I could smell other vampires. But none on the street with me. They were all in their private clubs where they feasted from harlots and then erased their memories. At least I knew I would still give the unfortunate ladies a tip for their service, even if that wasn’t the actual service they were supposed to be paid for. I hadn’t slept with a woman or paid them for blood in nearly two decades however. Not after the last time, I became drunk off one woman’s blood and almost ripped her head off while I was pumping my c**k in her. I hated myself for that. Others would say, it’s just a harlot. I was me of those that didn’t care about that. A woman was a woman. A man was a man. Humans were people. I only drank from men who were already intoxicated on the street or any other degenerates. That way, I wasn’t possibly murdering any one who had high morale. Of course, I tried to find other hobbies as I returned to my current townhouse. I hired a man to be my valet for a bit, and he was a nice gentleman. I had enough money to pay him handsomely for when I would let him go so I could move on to my next trip. It would probably be toward the end of the month. I had a party to attend to in France, and I needed some fun apparently from what an old friend told me. I strolled back home, but I caught a whiff of something. Metallic. Iron. Sweetness. I turned a corner and followed the scent. The blood was mingled from multiple people, but there was also fresh blood. Also there was a strange heart beat. It wasn’t the average rhythm of a human, and if it was a vampire there would be no beat just the flow of the veins. I followed for about a mile of turns and then came to a stop. Among the trash of a building, there was scuffling and the stench. I saw a shadow move. With my speed, I moved to the object swiftly and then froze. Hiding in the trash was a fetal positioned body of pale limbs and long dark hair, all covered in blood. I saw a dirty face and dark black eyes staring at me, but they were sad and hidden behind one of the creatures arms. I could tell by the smell of blood that she was human, at least somewhat, because blood leaked from her. I was becoming horrified. This was a young girl, but she wasn’t... What the hell. Oh my god. My mind couldn’t think of all the answers. I reached for her and she shriveled away, almost hissing before she coughed horribly and blood came out of her mouth. I coped, “it’s alright.” But she still backed away. Hovered, she wasn’t food. And she wasn’t just some human I had to help because I was a kind gentleman. She wasn’t average. She was something I had never encountered before and I needed to know what. I moved closer with my speed and touched her, and it burned. But she shrieked “GET AWAY FROM ME!”