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A Knight On The Town... Part 3

I made it back home in record time. My cheek itched like crazy, the silver spreading through my system fast as I ran. That was sloppy, too sloppy. I got distracted by that brunette's enticing blood, and it led me right into a trap. Real pro of me, that was.

I walked up to my apartment building's front entrance, and reached into my pocket for keys. My hands were shaking. My face burned like hell, I was dying to scratch it. But that would just spread the itch. This wasn't my first time spiked with silver, I knew how to handle it now.

There was a lot of lore concerning supernatural beings and their weakness to silver, and unfortunately for me, it was true. Now, it's not weakness like Superman and Kryptonite, not quite. It's a poison, a disease, an allergy. For some reason once it comes in contact with vampire DNA a violent reaction occurs. A complete combustion of the cells that spreads slowly, cell by cell. This is what was happening on my face, right now, and it didn't feel very good.

I dropped my keys and cursed. My hands were shaking, and the keys jingled as I tried to unlock the door. With that finally accomplished, I vaulted up the 4 flights of stairs to the floor I shared with Seth and another unknown tenant. I lived in 5B, but I turned the corner and ran to 5C, Seth's place.

"SETH! SETH!" I pounded at the door. I swear, if this kid is not home right now, I'm eating him. Actually, if he is home, I'm probably doing that anyway.

A Knight On The Town... Part 2

She sat a few seats ahead of me, parallel to the walls of the train car. I was facing forward, and I was having a hard time taking my eyes off of this beautiful girl who smelled just so sweet. Even here, surrounded by 10 to 15 other people on this car, I could smell her blood. Mesmerizing did not begin to describe it.

I forced myself to look out the window, so she wouldn't notice my stare. The city was beautiful at night, and as we crossed the iced over river, the frigid reflection of the city lights cast a haunting light under the train. Soon we'd be Downtown, and then after that we would be up in Clareview, end of the line. I was going to head Downtown, but my plans might be changing, depending on where this brunette bombshell was getting off.

I snuck another peak back at her as the announcement came over the train speakers.

Next Stop... Churchill Station... Next Stop... Churchill Station...

She looked up, and took a pair of earphones out of her ears. This was her stop, she was getting ready to get off. I stood up before her and headed to the farthest exit from her, so as not to creep her out. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she stood, and worked her way down the handrails to her closest door. The train slowed, and a high pitched squeal sounded from the brakes.

I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to dial a number. I had to see which way she took up to the streets, as casually as possible. I swear I wasn't a stalker in my old life, or an "aggressive observer" or anything like that. And yes, I do use my cell phone for things other than tricking women.

A Knight On The Town... Part 1

I headed out the front door of my building as soon as I woke up and got dressed. I didn't want to see Seth tonight. He hasn't been the same since I fed off of him. He at least used to act like, well, a friend. Now he's trying to be my slave and that just wasn't what I was looking for. I figured I'd take a night out, stay away from the apartment. Knowing him, he's following me anyway.

I wrapped my scarf a little tighter as the wind picked up. I wasn't as susceptible to the cold as your average human, but this was Canada. And it was beyond cold out tonight. One thing I did like about the cold was it really let me dress up for the night. Especially with the money my maker left me. My collared knee length overcoat and striped scarf was a little nicer and preppier than how I used to dress. It's strange because I never used to care about how I looked, but since I was turned vamp, I felt the need to dress the part.

Almost as if a privileged fashion sense was passed down through the vamp blood. Not too often you see a disheveled looking vampire, am I right? Anyways, I fit in pretty easily with the college kids who frequented my neighborhood. I speed walked the 20 blocks to the University of Alberta, took me about 3 minutes. One of the nice perks of vampirism. Not the only one, either.

I slipped to normal speed and headed to the train platform. I needed to get out of the University area for the night, I had spent too much time here feeding over the last few weeks. I felt it was important to spread out my feedings. Chances are most of them either wouldn't remember our encounter, or wouldn't let themselves believe it. But I preferred to play it safe. This was my home, I guess. For now...

Seth...

I woke up to a loud and rapid knocking. I sat up in bed and stretched. Yea, I said bed. We don't sleep in coffins. At least I don't. And we don't wake at the crack of dusk either. Looking at my clock I realized I had overslept quite a bit. It was getting late, and I needed to feed. Maybe the knocking on my door was a voluptuous hottie who wanted to give her blood to me.

Clearly I was still dreaming.

I walked to the door and looked out the peephole. All I saw was a lot of jet black hair covered in product, nodding quickly in front of the door. It was Seth.

Great...


"What do you want, Seth?" His head stopped banging and I could see his eye enlarge across the peephole.

"Hey, Owel, man. You okay? You slept later than you usually do so I was just, y'know, checkin in n' shit. You hungry?" He swept his hair back and displayed his neck in the peephole. I shook my head and turned the deadbolt.

I slowly opened the door, and Seth stood before me. He was wearing a ripped sleeveless mesh shirt with a white wife beater underneath. I couldn't even begin to count the amount of bracelets, strings, and chains hanging off of his wrists and neck. And he must have had a little sister, because I think he was wearing her pants.

I'm Fed, I'm Bored, And I'm Waiting For the Sun...

Tonight was pretty low key, as most nights turn out to be. I went for my usual walk on the town, a slow pace down Whyte Ave checking the scenery. Perusing the menu, if you will. The one street in town I can always count on finding a drunk college kid who won't miss a few pints of rye-infused blood.

Now I know your probably thinking that I lurk in alleys and jump out at my unsuspecting victims, but it's not like that at all. It's actually really easy to convince a drunk chap or two off the street, into a more... private area. There's a lot of ways to do this, but the one I'm batting a thousand on is easily my favorite.

I just offer them some weed. Works every time.

Nothing a kid losing his buzz wants to do more than get it back. It's science. So I simply start up a convo with some drunk freshman having the time of his life, entice him with some weed, boo ya. Dinner for one.

Welcome To My So-Called "Life"...

If you haven't figured it out yet, my name is Owel. Owel Knight. It's pronounced just like owl, but my parents wanted to be unique. Thanks, folks. Can you imagine role call in elementary?


"Harper, Jimmy? Okay... Jackson, Eric? Right, uh... Knight, Owel?" Yea, that was a really fun time in my life. Plus everybody tries to call me Ohwel, like Owen. My response for years that became a tired old joke to the people that knew me.


"Owel... Like the bird."


Another fact you might have yet to figure out, is that I am a vampire. Don't believe in vampires? That's okay. We don't believe in you either. It's okay. I didn't believe in vamps either until I met one.