Christian and His Bride: A Vampire Story
I was somewhere in downtown Amsterdam, sightseeing, one cold and dreary evening, before I chanced upon a coffee shop in which to warm myself. On entering, I met the eyes of a beautiful young woman sitting beside the window by herself cupping a cup of coffee in her hands. She glanced at me, and, instantly, I sensed an aura about her hard to ignore. I kindly introduced myself to her, in as friendly a manner as I could, and, somehow, still managed to have startled her. After a moment spent in conversation, I found that she had been taken aback by the way I spoke and was interested in my accent, which I told her was Greek. It wasn't long before I found myself enamored by her, for she had a vigor, or, better, this vitality, to her, that woke something similar in me and I longed to be young and free myself. Before long I was whelmed with a desire for her to be my wife and I her mate, and soon devised to put a spell on her. Once affected, I lured her to my place, where I then ravished her, slaking my thirst, and drained her nearly to the last drop of blood... When she awoke, I told her what had happened, and that she was now mine, my bride to be, that she would ever be a part of me, as I had given her my vampirism, and that, if she were wise, and kept to the life, she'd be forever an immortal soul, albeit a creature of the night. I knew it would be difficult to learn, but I promised a life of luxury, and foretold of the pleasures of the hunt. She looked at me in awe, as lovers do, and we embraced. And our love grew from there.
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