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Scene #23
I stand in my darkened apartment, staring out the balcony window of my 6th floor apartment to the nearly blacked out city. Smoke rises from a few fires valiantly being fought by the fire department. The few lights that are on seem frantic to chase away the darkness. They can't. The darkness is here and it's coming for me. I listen to his heartsong and know HE's on his way. I turn back to my apartment and look around. The sunny yellow paint in the kitchen has been replaced with a soft, pale yellow. The ocean blue I had mixed especially for the dining room has been replaced by a cool, spring blue. The rest of the apartment has been repainted a softened white. My beloved chintz couch is gone, replaced by a dove grey leather one. The carpets are all gone, the floors stripped and hardwood flooring buffed to a delicate glossy finish. It's very subdued, very soothing. And it's very impersonal. I step back into the room and pour myself a glass of red wine. I'm waiting for HIM and death to arrive. I can hear the heartsong getting louder. He'll be here. I hear the soft sound of the balcony door opening. I don't turn around. "You're here. You know the entire city police department is out looking for you" I turn around and look at him. He's so beautiful to be a monster. Monsters should look like monsters in my opinion. His face is so angelic. Its beauty is spoiled only by the blood and the inch long fangs sticking out over his lower lip. His silky black hair is tied back with a small clip with a family sigil on it. You can't even see the blood covering his black poets' shirt. If he were coming at you, you'd think he was a model just off a shoot, or maybe an actor doing a vampire part in a movie or play. You'd not think death is walking towards you. The heartsong is louder now but I refuse to acknowledge it. I wonder if tomorrow they'll find my body and make a big ado about this being the second time I've been found dead. I wonder if Carol will make sure it's me this time before playing the drama queen for the cameras. I smile remembering the shocked look on her face when she saw me walking, very much alive towards her the last time. He snarls, his face twisting into a mask of rage and hatred. I don't think he liked me smiling at him. I stop smiling and begin to back up. My cool scatters to the four winds and I look around for a weapon or something to help me. I remember the escape route hidden in the wall and begin to ease towards it, hoping he can be distracted long enough for me to disappear into it. “Killing me won't stop them from looking for you. They will find you, just as they did your gang. You're only going to make things worse you know.” I keep talking hoping I can disguise the fact I'm scared silly at this point. I know it's ridiculous. He can hear my heart beat and smell the fear. The heartsong suddenly changes and I almost sag in relief. It changes from the near frantic beat to something soft and soothing. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to calm me down. Breathe and let it out slowly. I don't look away from my killer's face. I let him see how afraid I really am because I know it amuses him. Maybe it'll buy me a few extra minutes. Maybe enough time for Buck to arrive. Or not. He attacks, sinking his fangs into my neck. I scream.
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