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Blood

Blood . . .it was her life. Her only means of survival relied on human and animal blood. Yes, she is a vampire. She is the strongest of her kind and has just realised it. Only now has she realised how powerful the gift she was given all those centuries ago. She no longer sees herself as a normal vampire as do the others. Vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures alike see her as just another vampire.

She stalks the streets at midnight, the Devil's hour. Moving from ally to ally, club to club searching for food. Seduction is her game. She seduces the innocent mortals to the darkness where she drinks them dry. Taking their life away without considering who will miss them. But that is how life is when you're alone. You have no care for anyone but yourself.

Meave is her name. She was born into the darkness as a child of the night over seven hundred years ago. She was just a normal sixteen year old trying to survive during Europe's darkest hour. The year was 1348 A.D. when our tale begins.

Meave sat huddled in the corner of her bedroom. Her worst nightmare had come true. The black death had hit London and spread like a wild fire. She had to get out but no one could leave. She glanced out the window to the night sky. Tears falling from her sapphire blue eyes and landing gently on her faded red tunic.

She had to leave. She didn't want to die. Already friends, family and neighbours were dying on a daily basis. The stench of rotting bodies filled the once crisp air of London. What was once a beautiful city had become hell on Earth.

An older woman opened the door to the bare looking bedroom. The look in her eyes said it all. Meave shut her eyes tightly and gestured with her hand for the woman to leave. She broke into sobs. Her nightmare had gotten worse. The plague had reached her father. Now she would be locked away with her dying father, mother and three brothers. They would all die together.

"No . . ." Meave whispered between her sobs.

She stood up and straightened out her deep red skirt of her dress. She would leave. She would not let herself die here. She brushed away her blond locks of hair as she went to dry her tears. 'I will live. I wont die from this God forsaken death!' Carefully she climbed out the bedroom window and down the side of her home. When she was on the ground, she ran as fast as her legs would take her.

It was deep into the night when Meave finally reached the edge of the city. The only thing stopping her from leaving was fifteen foot high stone wall. It seemed that all hope was lost. Desperately Meave search for a ladder or anything that would help her get over the enormous wall. When no such materials could be found, she fell to her knees in sobs.

"Meave . . ." a voice from the shadow's hissed. Startled, Meave looked around quickly to find the owner of the voice. "Meave . . ." it hissed again.

"Who, who's there?!" she demanded, hiding her fear. When there was no answer, she rose to her feet and glanced around again. "Who are you?" she asked the voice.

"Who I am does not matter." the owner of the voice stepped into the light of the full moon. His pale skin made him look like a ghost. He was clad in rather wealthy looking clothes. However she knew he wasn't human.

"Demon, leave me be!" she shouted at him and reached for her crucifix which dangled from her neckless. She ripped it off and held at the man before her, hoping to scare him away.

The man simply chuckled and walked to towards her. Meave stumbled backwards wondering why God was letting her down. The man snatched the cross from her finger and broke it in half. As she locked eyes with this man, she felt as if she had been put under a spell. "You need not fear me Meave." he whispered into her ear as he drew her close.

"No . . .leave me . . .go away demon . . .!" she whimpered helplessly.

"Hush . . ." he cooed and caressed her soft, golden blond hair. "It won't hurt . . .much." he grinned mischievously and began to brush her hair away from her neck. Then, and only then did he sink his fangs deep into her skin.

Meave screamed out in pain as his teeth tore away at her flesh. Her eyelids grew heavy as he drank her life from her. There was no point in fighting him. He had already won. All she could do was beg him to stop, to leave her.

He pulled away from Meave when there was nothing but one drop of blood left in her soon to be lifeless body. Her body fell to the ground limp and barely moving. As he looked at her, he felt pity.

He rolled up his sleeve and slit his wrist. He bent down and held his wound to her lips, forcing her to drink. She shook her head no but he did not care. "You are lucky my child. I don't usually show mercy for my prey." he cooed as she accepted the sweet blood and drank it willingly.

When he removed his wrist from her mouth, he stood and watched her change. Her body twitched slightly, then violently. She cried out in pain, begging for it to stop. "Don't worry, it's only your body that's dying." he told her in a reassuring tone.

When her body stopped twitching, the man held out his hand to her and helped her up. "Come with me my child." he offered her his arm and shot her a wicked grin.

Feeling confused, she accepted his arm and went with him. "Who are you?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Just call me Christophe." for the next week, he had taught her all she would need to know in order to survive as a child of the night.

The music pounded from the large speakers of in the lively night club. 'So many mortals, so little time.' she grinned as she tried to pick one which would be her meal. One caught her eye. He was most certainly lively but alone. Everyone seemed to ignore him, pretended he didn't exist. 'Perfect!' she thought and made her way towards him. Her pale skin against her blood red outfit made her stand out in the crowd of humans.

She gently tapped the man on the shoulder and danced with him. She moved her body erotically to the music, putting the man into a trance like state. As she leaned against his body she whispered for him to go with her. Mindlessly he went. To him, she was a golden Goddess. What he didn't know was that she would be his Goddess of death.

She lured him out of the lively night club and down a dark and deserted ally. She played with him at first like with most her prey. Making them think all she wanted was to fuck them. her little trick worked every time. Even in the old days it worked.

When she grew bored of playing her little game, she drew the man close and began to place sensual kisses on his lips and slowly moving to his neck. Her fangs tingled with anticipation as she licked the skin of his neck. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She sunk her fangs deep into his neck, tearing away the flesh to drink his sweet blood.

When she had taken his life, she simply tossed his dead body aside. The feeling of her first kill of the night gave her a rush. It made her feel so alive.

"Hey, who do you think you are trespassing?" a gothic looking man, no teen asked in a crude tone.

"Who do I think I am? I know who I am and I'm just finding some food." she replied calmly.

"Ya well this is our territory. Leave now or prepare to die." a young woman clad in black said in a chilling voice.

"Oh I'm so scared! Well bad. You'll have to fight me if you want me to leave." from the shadows emerged about a dozen other vampires. The first vampire that she had spoken to went to attack her.

Meave however was too quick for him. She simply moved out of the way and knocked him out cold with one punch. All the other vampires went to attack but just like their leader, they all failed. Only one was left standing. The girl. She let out a scream as she attacked Meave.

Meave smirked and grabbed her by the throat. "I bet you taste great." she whispered just before she drove her fangs into the vampire's neck. Never had any vampire had drank the blood of their own kind. None except him.

Christophe had been known for doing such acts. He was afer all the oldest of his kind and the most powerful too. But he was no longer 'around.' After he had made and taught Meave all he knew, he made her drink every drop of his blood. He never told her why but she soon figured it out. He wanted her to rule the world and that is what she would do.

Meave could sense the presence of other vampires around her. "let this be a warning to you all! All those who defy me will perish like them!" silent laughs and chuckles could be heard among the vampires. "Oh, so you think I'm lying do you?" she turned to face the pile of unconscious vampires and thrusted her hand towards them. within an instant, the heap of bodies were engulfed in flames.

The world was her kingdom and her reign would soon begin. She would become the queen of the world just as Christophe had wanted. If he were still around, she would make him her king. Together, they would rule the world.

A/N: Just a short little story I wrote for a contest.