A vampires touch

Always with the hands. Tabris couldn't stand it when people shook hands. Tabris had five-inch-long claws. It was a bit hard for him to shake hands with her without seriously wounding her. So, he simply took his hands out of his pockets and waved, showing her why he couldn't shake her hand. It was the best tabris could do, but he still felt awkward.

"My name is Tabris. Nice to meet you."

 

Selene withdrew her hand, smiling. She realised how awkward he must feel with his talons. "I assume by locally you mean very close." Selene looked downwards, hinting at the drain cover. She had heard of the gangrel, though had never talked to one before now. She was led to believe that they were feral, dangerous and would kill other vampires without a second thought.

"If you're hungry, I know a good place to feed."

 

Tabris grinned. "Sounds good to me. Where is it?"

Tabris hadn't really had many experiences with other vampires before. The Gangrel didn't have much choice but to keep to themselves. But Selene hadn't tried to kill him yet. Maybe she was different than the others.

 

Shrieker walked past a 24 barber shop and could not help, but get a quick cut. The shower had done wonders, but did not rid of the mats and tangles. He had his black hair cut to a more manageable length.

Shrieker was back on the street within a half hour. As he flipped a coin to himself he thought "Why have I been living in the gutters for so long if I can live like this?" The question went unanswered.

Shrieker remembered something he had heard from one of the homeless people he had spent the last few nights in the company of (they were the only ones who knew what was really going on in the city). He had heard that a hunter was in town that had really been taking care of business. "The life of a powerful hunter would be an excellent gift for my sweet," thought Shrieker. With that thought in mind head to the train station to deposit his good clothes, and the necklace in a locker, he was going to go into the sewers.

 

Selene was excited. She had not hunted with company for some time. Tabris had not attacked her. Perhaps he craved excitement and company as well.

"There's a nightclub I know, people drift in and out and no one takes much notice. It's an ideal feeding ground. I'll lead the way."

She knew that this was a risk, but she was tired of skulking in the shadows. Once she had commanded Paris with Lestat and the others. Not she was resorting to hiding.

"Have you heard of Lestat?"

 

"I've heard of him. He terrorized paris with his coven a couple hundred years ago. Why do you ask?"

Tabris was apprehensive about going to the Night club. In the months that passed after his coven was destroyed, he had fed off of vampire hunters, wanderers, and people who were stupid enough to wander into his part of the sewer. Now, he was actually going to have to face people.

Get used to it, Tabris told himself in his head. You can't sulk in the shadows forever. You should learn to live a little. Learn to have fun.

 

"Lestat was my sire. I was one of the coven that terrorised Paris. Now we will hunt young blood in one of the better hunting grounds. I think you might enjoy it."

Selene was beginning to enjoy this Tabris was obviously open to fun and seemed trustworthy. She led him to her favourite dark night club. Inside the usual darkness and throbbing music. She smiled at Tabris.

'Which morsel would you like to taste?' she talked directly to his mind, hoping it wouldn't scare him. She gestured to a young girl on her own in the corner.
"Do you like her?"

 

Tabris looked at the woman. She brought back so many echoes of the time tabris had spent as a human and a Vampire. He had spent his time alone, like that girl. She looked miserable there. Just like tabris had been as a human. SHe needed some company, without a doubt. And tabris needed blood.

"She looks good", Tabris thought. "Who are you going for?"

 

"There's a young man by the bar. He has been on his own in here many times. No one notices him or talks to him. No one will miss him."

Selene walked up to the stranger, sat next to him and began to talk. she looked in her early twenties, so no-one bothered them. as they chatted she drew closer, gaining his trust. She winked at Tabris.
'Your turn now.' she thought to him.

the man put his arm around her and spoke something to her. Selene nodded and they both got up to leave.

 

Unfortunately, Tabris wasn't as good with people as selene. Then again, it would appear that neither was she. So, Tabris would take a chance. HE walked up to her in the corner.

"Apparently you're not having a good time." said tabris.

"I'm not a party person", said the girl. "I came here with my friends, but they ditched me. I've been here for a while."

"Wow, that sucks. You look like you could use some fresh air. Want to come take a walk with me?"

The girl looked happy to have some company. "Sure." Tabris and the girl got up to leave.

 

Selene drew the man into the alley, waving a set of car keys. They chatted about nothing in particular and he approached to kiss her. She responded, drawing him into the shadows. Then she stuck, biting and feeding. He was young and the blood was sweet. She watched out of the corner of her eye for Tabris. She wondered how he was doing.

 

They walked out of the side exit, but walked in the opposite direction of where selene was. If the girl saw selene feeding, she'd freak out, and would be tough to kill.

"So what's your name?" Asked tabris.

"Maurine. What's yours?"

"My name is Tabris. Nice to meet you."

It is at that point that tabris got his hands out of his pockets and slit her throat with his claws. "Sorry", Tabris said honestly. Tabris broker her neck then, out of mercy. Then, he began to drain her corpse.

 

Selene sensed Tabris feeding and smiled. Tabris had potential as a companion, and he was already turned. He was obviously successful with the charm, despite the talons. She looked at her long, pointed, manicured nails. She was proud of her appearance, and worked hard to maintain it. Now she needed a companion to match. One of the old school. She took the mans wallet and dumped the body in the river. Tomorrow would be a better day. The young man had plenty of money, and had obviously not been out long.

 

Tabris felt horrible and primal as he fed off this girl. But then he realized he was probably doing her a favor. After all, she had been abandoned by her friends, and she had looked miserbale when tabris had met her. Think of it as euthenasea, Tabris told himself as he dropped her corpse in the dumpster. That didn't change the fact that tabris felt guilty.

Tabris walked back towards Selene. "I'm done with mine. How did you do?"

 

"Pretty well!" Selene grinned at Tabris. "Lets have some fun now that we've fed. What do you do for fun?"

Selene was genuinely curious. She remembered the frolics and joviality of Lestat, and wondered what this more feral vampire enjoyed. He seemed to do well with her, having fed well early in the night. Perhaps she could teach him to be less unsure of the world around him.

 

Tabris hadn't actually had time for fun in a while. Ever since his clan had been destroyed, Tabris had been relentlessly pursued by vampire hunters, and he had been in pursui of "the saint". If he wasn't doing that, he was running, hiding or eating.

"I haven't had much time for fun lately. What would you suggest?"

 

"Partying, hunting purely for fun, or whatever you want to do?" Selene realised this was going to be hard work. Tabris was obviously not of the older blood. A relatively new vampire then. She wanted to enjoy eternity, he seemed to be running & hiding from it. Perhaps he was not the companion she was seeking, though he was pleasant in a dull way. She wanted adventure and romance, he had offered her a quite, nervous friend, who had no imagination it seemed.

 

"Hunting for fun... Sounds interesting. Where do you want to start?"

Hunting for fun seemed like the first stpe towards learning what "fun" was. Tha gangrel were not exactly a "fun" coven, nor had tabris been a "fun" person while he was human. But the rest of the gangrel were dead, and tabris was a Vampire now. He might as well start learning to have some "fun".

 

"Ever heard that phrase ' some people deserve to die' and wondered what it means? We choose someone, who has done such evil as to not be mourned then we hunt him/ her down. No feeding. They are usually quite literally scared to death. We all have unique abilities that prove us to be more than human. Call it hunting practice if it makes you feel better. First choose the prey. Who do you think deserves to die?"

 

Tabris's smile dimmed a little. "Oh, i've been playing games like that for a long time. Ever heard of a Vampire Hunter called 'the Saint?'"