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Denis

Denis stands up as I appear and comes to me. It's been more than two years. Two years that Santiago picked him up in the street and brought him in the Theatre for the show. I was wondering why they were all so excited that night, eager for the play to begin. A new prey for the whole group. Nice, as often. Young too. Younger than usually. A teenager. Another challenge from Santiago. Did he really expect that I would let him drink from this boy that looked slightly younger than me? Did he hope to stick his fangs in his throat like he wished to do to me? Kill us together maybe. As if there might be a mystical bond between that boy and me. Superstition, still... Even a symbolic one might be enough for him to get a hold on the other ones, light as they are, running with the flow.

No matter their frustration that night, I did not let the play go on to its normal end. Only a few of them reacted as I walked through the scene, made the boy faint to escape the insanity of the Theatre and brought him out of the scene in my arms. How fast he got used to the situation. Smiled to me when he woke up, already. Glad to be alive. Eager to show me his gratefulness. Even more when he discovered the sweet price of blood. It's me who sometimes have to stop him. They all long for it, from deep inside. Not only the deepest kiss, but the taste of death beyond.

He still wants it. Tonight he passes his arms around my neck again. I watch his face a last time, no more afraid as he was when I first saw him. Now he's a delicious young man, with a brazen smile as he snuggles against me. So faithful. Trustful. Excited. I'm his life, like I was the slave of this smile. Now I regret it. I can't let him go. He wouldn't know what to do. And if he would ever find... I won't let someone else have him.

He doesn't realize that I still drink while I should have stopped. I lull his thoughts, as the blood I take from him numbs his body. He faints, weighs more in my arms.

It's over.

Louis... You'll lose your lover too. For she would never let you go. I know her, more than you would ever understand her. You're so confident of her, of me. So blind to our evil, ours and your own, despite your self-destructive guilt. You don't know what is evil yet. Some day you'll hate me for that. You'll hate me for having been the one who opened your eyes. Even if you claim you want to learn. You look for answers, and when you reach them you close your eyes because they're not the ones you wish to obtain. Louis... So human. How can you still be so innocent after these decades as a vampire? I can not forget what I know. I don't even wish so. But I'll like to see the world through your eyes. For a while.