Happy New Year

by Millie

"Don’t worry," His retched breath spews at me as he speaks. "My New Year’s resolution is to stop doing this." His hands are firmly around my throat, cutting off any air that I may have chosen to breathe. His grip is far stronger than what a mortal of even his size should be, so no doubt he is a huge mass of alcohol and chemicals at the moment. I think the bastard has even snapped a bone in my neck, so I make a play of ceasing to struggle. "Ever heard of Jack the ripper?" he talks to my motionless form, looking at my garb. The spike heels and dress are real, even if the painted face is not. This costume just makes it so easy on this night. "Well, looks like old Jack has got himself another one."

Jack. the same name as my sire. The thought grips me. Suddenly, the hunter becomes the prey as he finds his victim of the night attacking with unnatural strength from behind. He falls to his knees… I hear blood loss can do that. As his consciousness starts to fade, I whisper, "I think you’ll be keeping that resolution, Jack."

Jack. Sometimes, I think there is not enough scum in the world, so good it feels to be totally sated. This one was more than scum.

He was. insane. Giggles, giggles, in the back of my head. "Do it…" they urge. I have been hanging around nutcases too long. because it sounds. perfectly. glorious. "Do it."

What more horrid fate than the one I loathe? Simple death is so. simple. Is their really madness in my blood? I think it’s time to find out.

"There, there. It will end soon. soon." He is so lacking on blood that even as a kindred he cannot struggle against his restraints, naked on the rooftop. "And, I am going to give you something special. Something I have always wanted, little Jack Jr. A nice, lovely, final sunrise." What little blood he has streams from his eyes. in the ecstasy of torment that he so long given and never received, until now.