(Revised and Updated 2015) A short story about a Vampire who uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.
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Something heavy was straddling him.
Talan strained to open his one good eye, but somehow he managed to do so. And with all of his might, he looked up into the face of a man who was now looking down at him. This man wore no coat and was dressed all in black. He had piercing blue eyes, black hair that hung to his waist, and skin so white it glowed in the moonlight. His face, mouth, and cheeks were covered in fresh blood.
“Bad night for a walk,” the man replied, smiling, revealing his blood stained fangs, wiping the dripping blood from his face.
Talan didn’t respond, as he coughed up blood and struggled to stay alive, shivering in the cold frozen snow, thinking of his fiancé and wondering why he had left so late.
“Here’s the thing. I’m going to feast on you, and it will kill you before your injuries do, which they will do very shortly no matter how hard you try to stay alive.” The man paused, leaned down close. “I am going to make you an offer that I didn’t offer the other three guys, because I feel like you’ve had some really awful luck tonight. You deserve a little kindness from this stranger,” the man replied, taking another pause. “Here it is, death or immortal life. That is my one and final offer. Take it or leave it.”
“Are you a -?” Talan started to cough up blood again, and spasm violently from his internal injuries.
The man put his hand on Talan’s head, and calmed him instantly. “Yes, my dear boy, I am a vampire; and you have but minutes to live, please, chose quickly.”