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I officially hate vampires. That's the long and short of it. They're too dark and glloomy to enjoy writing about. Nevertheless, here's a brand new vampire story that I hope will pull you away from the disgrace that is Twilight. :P


Blood

Quil bent low over the still body lying on the hospital stretcher in front of his hunched figure, raising his lips in a grimace that revealed his razor-sharp canines to anyone who might be watching at that moment. Swiftly, and without hesitation, Quil sunk his fangs into the throat of the unconscious victim, shuddering deeply as he felt a heavy current of blood pulse past the tips of his teeth.
Exhaling to expel and remaining air in his lungs, Quil prepared for the extraction. In order to extract the blood from his victim, he had to breathe in through his mouth, effectively drawing the blood up through the hollows of his fangs and into his body, where it could nourish him for days to come.
Just as he was about to make the extraction, Quil sensed movement from behind him. He silently removed his fangs from the neck of the victim, preparing himself for the inevitable conflict that was sure to come.
Vampire hunters had been increasingly common back in the 1800’s, and it had been a despairingly treacherous time for Quil. He was glad that the craze had died out around the turn of the century. All the same, there remained a few that held stubbornly onto the ways of the past…
Hearing the faint swish of a blade from behind, Quil sidestepped to the left, watching out of the corner of his eye as a gleaming silver blade sunk deep into the stomach of the body he had been preparing to feast upon. Quil restrained a sigh of annoyance, knowing that he would now have to search out another victim.
Quil turned to face his attacker, not at all surprised to see a necklace of garlic cloves strung around the man’s neck. For whatever reason, humans had decided that garlic provided suitable defense against vampire attacks. Quil could only guess at why, but the ridiculous claim would now cost this young man his life.
Usually, Quil was against killing. Not because he felt any sort of sympathy or pity for the insignificant creatures that called themselves human, but because murder gave him a bad reputation. It made him look unprofessional among the rest of the horde.
With lightning quick reflexes, Quil moved forward and gripped the young vampire hunter’s head with both his pale hands, one on the forehead and one beneath the chin. Quil flashed a quick smile at the man and then snapped his head to the right, breaking his neck quick and painlessly.
Quil let the lifeless body drop to the floor, eying it with distaste. Then, he turned back to the still figure lying on the stretcher. The victim was bleeding heavily from the stab wound in its stomach, staining the stretcher crimson red.
Muttering under his breath, Quil stepped back from the victim and, in the blink of an eye, was standing atop the windowsill overlooking the hospital room. His open tuxedo billowing in the rising wind, Quil gazed out upon the city, searching for someplace where he would be able to feed without being disturbed.
The tolling of a church bell caught his attention, and as Quil turned his head, he quickly spotted the arched roof of a small cathedral down by the shallow river encircling the town.
Ten seconds later, Quil was standing outside the grand double doors of the cathedral, staring up at the stone cross set into the building directly above the entrance. Quil pushed open the double doors, not bothering to close them behind him. His business would be finished here long before anyone noticed they were ajar.
Quil took two steps forward and stopped abruptly, spotting a figure kneeling in front of the altar across the room. Quil frowned, and then set forward.
Contrary to popular belief, vampires do not only feed on the sleeping. In fact, it is sometimes easier to extract from those that are awake. When you are active, your blood pumps faster, making you a prime target for a vampire searching for a quick feed. Imagine your body as a drive-thru for vampires.
Quil was on the kneeling man in an instant, inserting his canines into the man’s neck and releasing a naturally occurring sedative that was produced deep within his body. If doctors ever managed to perform an autopsy on a vampire’s body, they would be in for a major surprise. Quil was sure that given the opportunity, doctors would jump at the chance to dissect one of earth’s most deadly predators. There was only one problem; no vampire had ever been caught.
Humans held on to the belief that wooden stakes and holy water were the most effective method of killing a vampire, when in reality a regular kitchen knife would do the job just as well. The real problem was catching a vampire unaware, a feat almost impossible to achieve. The best time to do this would be when the vampire in target had already begun to feed, but of course it was a widely known fact that humans had the patience of a gnat.
Breathing in through his mouth, Quil drew a thin stream of blood from within the kneeling man’s body, grinning dreamily as the foreign, syrupy liquid coursed down his throat.
Stepping back from his victim, Quil wiped his mouth with the handkerchief that had been tucked deep into his chest pocket. The man would wake within the minute, with no recollections of the experience he had just been forced into. By then, Quil would be long gone, and no one would know the better.
Stepping into the shadows, Quil’s figure dissolved into darkness. The only evidence that he had existed at all was a single drop of blood, slowly seeping into the cracks of the cathedral’s stone floor.