Intensity

I sighed as I felt the warm body beside me wiggle around and finally settle into a comfortable position. Girls like this were always so pathetic. Never were worth much of my time. They were great for a night and then they usually didn't appeal much after.

But that’s how most human girls were. They wanted me, and I fucked them. Only for a short time though. Enough time to quench my thirst, but it always came back the next day. Humans - they were all insanely pathetic. They breathed, walked, talked, and gossiped. That was all they ever did. Never once had I ever found a human interesting.

Their thoughts were always mindless babble. Never useful. Only sometimes when the secret of my family got out. When one of those idiotic girls decided to 'get to know me', when they searched for the secret of my mysteriousness. Only a few of those girls I had actually somewhat liked. Nevertheless, they always ruined it when they asked questions about my family.

Stupid humans, most smell bad even.

There was only one that ever remotely smelled good to me. Who am I kidding? She smelled delicious. Delicious enough for me to attack her right without delay. But the only downside was that she was an annoying little girl.

She wasn't really little. Yes, she was short. Well shorter than I. However, she was a liar. Anything that came out of her mouth was usually a lie. Like when she told people that she had went inside the abandoned warehouse across town. The one that my uncle's lived in. Red flags went up. I thought instantly that she had found out my secret. Found out why I never let girls come home with me. Only when I was feeling generous, or hungry.

But in the end my uncle's told me that they never sensed a human in their territory. Their old warehouse had a pad lock on the inside where no human could ever get through. They literally locked themselves in every night. There was no doubt that, the girl had never been there.

That was the time when I first decided to make her life hell. Sitting here thinking about it still makes me smile. Somewhat.

She was insanely beautiful too. It only made it all the much more fun to witness a girl like her break. They always do. And throughout all my years of living the beautiful ones always broke first.

However, she hadn't, or at least she hadn't yet. The girl was unbelievably strong for being such a delicate creature.

I sighed to myself, pushed the blankets off my body, and stood up. Peering down at the girl that I had been laying beside. In the moonlight, she wasn't that pretty. Her make-up was smeared and her lips were swollen unattractively.

I shook my head and ran my hand through my shoulder length hair. My fingers untangling the curly hair as they rode through.

I bent down, picked up my boxers, slipped them on, and walked out of my room. My family would be disgusted if they saw that I was walking around nude. I climbed down the stairs of the old mansion.

The place had been abandoned in the country by an old couple. More or less, they had been evicted. The place had been falling apart, the roofing outside proved that. When we had first moved in, the interior wallpaper had been peeling. My father being from the 1600's, restored the whole place to its natural glory.

Each wall was lined with delicate wallpaper, vivid red with brown wood shaped into diamonds making its patterns course down the walls. The once splintered wood floors on the second story and third story had been refinished into a dark cherry wood. Shining once the light from the daytime shown through the large wood windows.

The mansion was drafty, with no heat or air conditioning. But we didn't need either.

The wonders of being who we were.

The downstairs was lavishly decorated. All of the bedrooms were upstairs on the second and third floor. The main floor though had the music room, ballroom, study, dining room, kitchen, billiards room, conservatory - even though it stretched up and into the second story - the sitting room, and the grand hall.

Walking in through the grand doors, you enter the lavishly decorated grand hall. Emerald green pillars placed in every other spot holding up the maroon ceiling. Gold outlined into square shapes adorned the ceiling. The pillars, in three places having gold as the molding. The stairs were straight ahead from once you walk in through the door. The brilliant red carpet spilling from the steps and onto the marble floors, rounding out. The handrails had intricate patterns molded from gold. And a chandelier hung down from the second story. Walking up the stairs, you could go two ways. To the right was the east wing and to the left was the west. My parents had the whole east wing to themselves. My siblings and I shared the west wing and the third floor.

The grand hall itself was intricate in its own way. Doors everywhere leading to different places. All of them just leading to the first story guest rooms. We only ever had guests on special occasions. But behind the grand staircase there was a set of doors that led into another hallway. Straight down that hall was the dining room. To the left through another set of doors was the conservatory.

The conservatory had plants from every place in the world. From America to Japan, there were flowers that bloomed all year round. Sakura trees planted into the fabricated ground. A pond in the middle of the large room to account for the lily pads and pond life. A set of metal spiral stairs twisted its way up into the second story, where my parent’s rooms were. My mother had always loved her gardens.

Back through the dining room, and through another set of doors was the chef kitchen. My mother had personally made my father shape the once medieval kitchen into a modern 21st century kitchen. The thought of her cooking sent hunger pangs through my stomach, and made my mouth water. I smiled at the thought of her gourmet meals. That I knew she had probably already started on. I walked down the back stairs that led straight into the hallway adjacent to the kitchen and entered the doors.

Finally breathing, I inhaled the scent. Tangling my hands through my hair as I walked in.

"Something smell good dear?" A melodic voice reached my ears. I turned my head and came face to face with my mother. She had aged a long time ago, but when she had turned her smile lines never faded. Truly a wonderful woman that’s what she was.

"Yes actually. Something smells wonderful." I grinned as I walked over to the fridge door and opened it, peering in looking at all the food that had been piled there.

Every week, my mother made up a shopping list and my father sends it to his secretary who then has someone go out to the farmers market or to wherever is needed to pick up my mothers supplies. Even though we were like we were that never changed the fact that we all still liked to eat lavishly.

"Cullen dear," my mother called. “Your father is having some trouble outside. Go see to it please."

I sighed to myself, shut the fridge door, and walked out of the kitchen and into the hall. Straight down the dim lighted hallway. At the very end, was the door to the outside world. We had placed a storm door on the inside for extra protection. But that never stopped intruders, or thrill seekers. I shook my head, tossing my annoying curls around my head and opened the doors.

Outside the moon was out. Shining brightly, setting itself up high in the sky. Watching over all of its children.

"Well what do we have here?"

I turned my head to where my father had spoke and walked down the rest of the remaining steps.

"Hmm?"

"It looks like we have another thrill seeker," my father mumbled, shaking his head, turning around and walking up the steps. "Take care of her."

His voice too low for the puny human in front of me to hear. I shook my head, bent down, and took a good look at her face.

My eyes widened in surprise and I spoke, making my father stop at the top step and peer down at me.

"She goes to my school."