Victor - chapter 02 - The ghost by Federico Patané

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I saw her turn around and walk away. I used all of my effort to follow her and found myself walking again in the direction she had gone. She had turn on the corner but as I turned she was no longer there. She had disappeared. I felt a deep frustration and the despair that I have felt earlier only sharpened, and with it I was invaded with such sorrow that I felt compelled to cry. It must have been a bizarre for the people around me to see my white porcelain face, motionless, but with tears running down the cheeks. I pulled myself together and ran through the streets back and forth almost through the entire neighborhood seeking for her but only founding strange stares of the people in the streets. ‘It was a ghost!' I lied to myself, but inside I had this strange feeling that told me otherwise. I was in rupture. There was only one place I could go. I ran desperately to the house of my vampire friends and arrived there faster than any other means of transportation. I knocked on the door anxiously and waited. The door opened and Daniel was standing there. Any other day he would have kicked me away for intruding in their house but he must have sensed that I really needed to speak with them. He invited me in and told me they had a party going on and that there would be a feast at the end. I Thanked him and told him I was not thirsty but that there was something that had happened that had deeply disturbed me and that I needed to talk to them. What I saw in their living room was not unexpected but shocked me nonetheless. There were several young women. They were all drinking the fine drinks that my fellow vampires had offered them and they were all very drunk. I do not know why but I felt disgusted by this view and still I kept this feeling to myself. I walked into the room and took a sit in a couch that was farther apart from the noise and the girls and rested my body. I saw the four vampires playing to be human among youth, pretending to enjoy the lust of drinking and sex. The girls had decided that it was time to go to the next step and most of them began taking their clothes off. My friends howled and pretended to like it, or rather they were actually enjoying it. Was I the only one that had lost the desire of the pleasures of the flesh? I watched intently as they played with the girls. I saw them suddenly so innocent, as youth exploring their bodies and seeking pleasure and joy in their flesh. Luckily this was distracting me from the thought that was already haunting me. And it was really interesting actually. The other vampires continued the sexual encounter with the girls in an orgy in that huge living room. I was the only one left in the room with my clothes off and I stayed sitting in my couch to the side of the room staring blindly as the events occurred in front of me like a surrealistic play, acted just for me. I watched the comings and goings, the changing of places and the trading of partners. This mortal girls lacked the morals that girls used to have not so long ago. They were not professionals and still they had lost all inhibitions, their quest for the maximum pleasure possible making them go on and on.