The Diary of Lord Kellington (8)

Oh, the fine attire. Women in low cut, grand gowns. Men in their finest plumage. Strutting Peacocks, aiming to draw attention. I wore tails of silk, with fine brocade work as the trim, down the sleek lapels. I dressed entirely in black. From head to toe. I looked splendid! I stood out from the Peacocks, as a Raven would stand out among Doves. Cunning as a Raven too. She had not one suspicion. I was at my best. Charming, witty, a mystery. Women fall for that. I slowly, cunningly stalk my prey. A vision in gold. I danced with her. Her gold, a perfect foil to my black. I charmed her sweetly. I maneuvered her easily. I had previous, had the chance to find the spot, where she would become mine. Such a pretty throat. One that I will drown within. Once outside, hidden, strategically from all eyes, I began my "dance". I gaze down into her eyes. Her precious heart begins to race. I can feel her blood. It calls to me with it's song. A song of need. Her breaths slowed and deepened. Her eyes remained locked with mine. I let her see then, the glory of what I am. She wanted to scream. But, I had control now. My incisors grew. Their points very sharp indeed. My muscles bulked. I ruined my fine new coat. Split the shoulder seams right out. I toyed with her. I kiss her lips so gently. She trembled for me. I tried to hold back, wanting to prolong her fear. Blood lust is, what is. I could smell her rich, thick blood. I wanted it all. I wanted to bathe in it. Feel it glide over my skin. My fangs sank deep. Drawing up the precious blood. Elixir of life. As I fed, I heard her heart slowing with each draw I took. And just before death could claim her, I released her from her thrall, to scream. It was the last sound I heard as the men came running. I took my leave. I am a monster. I do it well and I love it so. Soon the sun shall rise again. I will sleep as the dead. ~Lord Kellington