N'gar stumbled as he walked through the graveyard.  Moss covered grave
stones dotted the landscape yet he looked on His skin pale, like a dead mans,
reflected the light of the moon with an erie brilliance.  He shivered as he
neared the other side.  Three days without the kill had left him weak and
weaknes could not be allowed.  There was to much to do, arrangements to be
made, things to be prepared.  He stood and listened as only a vampire could.

     Ahead, walking down craft street.  There to the east, one.... no two, he
could hear their hearts beating with their warm thick human blood.  Their
thoughts were revealed like those on the page of a book for N'gar to read as
he crept in.  The young couple never saw the black figure leaping across the
field of the cemetery to them.  Quickly he moved, faster than any human could,
soaring and bounding between the shadows as if his body was lighter than the
air itself.

     In seconds he was upon them.  His fingers wrapped around the woman's
throat just as she turned to face her lover.  His fingers pinched hard and she
screamed wile fangs sunk softy into her flesh.  All at once she went rigid
from N'gar's touche.  The man stood stunned and swung then at N'gar.

     "Run pitiful mortal, run while you can, she is mine." N'gar allowed the
blows to strike, hardly feeling it in the heat of his thirst.  He heard a
sword slide out of its scabbard and let the woman fall to the ground.  N'gar
rose up to his full height and spread his arms.  The Devil himself could not
have looked more menacing.  With his lips wet with the woman's blood he spoke,
"I said be gone human."

     "No, get away, leave her alone." the mans voice shook.  Tears streamed
down his face as N'gar advanced.  His reflexes were fair swinging his sword as
if he had received some schooling in its use.

     "Put your toys away little one and I will make it quick.  The passing of
your life shall be brief.  The man thrust
his sword forward but N'gar simply side steeped the blow, as if it was done in
slow motion, and closed in.  His left hand came down with a chop at the mans
wrist.  Bones splintered and the weapon flew from the broken and battered
hand.

     "Now lovely mortal....... now we see what little boys are made of."
N'gar's face turned up with a smile as his teeth broke through the his
victum's flesh.  The man let out a moan as N'gar's teeth ripped their way into
his throat.  Blood poured from the wound and stained N'gar's cloak as he
bestowed the dark kiss, an ecstasy above all.  He ran his hands frantically
across the mans back, lifting him into the air, draining him of all life.  He
could hear the heart in his head, a warm heavy pulsing slowly coming to a
halt.  Beating its last beat in passion N'gar threw the crumpled body into the
field.  Eighty feet away the body landed like a broken doll.  Ragged and torn
it looked anything but human.  N'gar turned to face the woman.  His vision was
blood red as he devoured the feeling of her fear.

     "no... please," the woman's voice strained softly.  Her skin was becoming
pale from blood loss and fear.  Red rivers of it ran down her neck and soaked
her blouse.  N'gar heard her thoughts, terror beyond terror, horror at her
body's longing for N'gar's kiss.

     "Don't move daughter.  You seem to have cut yourself, let daddy clean you
off."  His voice was hypnotic and beautiful.  Slowly like a god on earth he
walked to the woman's side.  "I know it hurts darling.  Let daddy help."

     "Yes daddy," the woman spoke in a child's voice.  Her eyes refused to
focus, and what little light they still saw faded.  Death was coming and she
longed for the kiss once again, the burning, the feeling of it.  N'gar knelt
down and unlaced her blouse.  His tongue across her bare breasts licking at
the blood that stained the womans mortal flesh.  She pushed her body up to
meet his lips, rubbing her body frantically against his.  Her blood tasted
like fire and it burned his cold body as it ran down his throat.  He cradled
her in his arms and stood.  Her long brown hair was matted with her own blood.

     "Darling, I am afraid you are dead."

     "No daddy, no,"

     "Yes little one dead, dead dead."  N'gar's lips kissed hers softly as he
carried her from the street into the graveyard.

     "No please, please daddy I'll be ok."

     "No child look here."  He brushed his hand through the blood trickling
out of her throat.  Fingers danced their way across her eyelids, leaving
tracks of blood down her face.  "Yours my child, yours."  Ahead was an open
grave and N'gar made his way to it.

     "no...," she whimpered.

     "Goodnight little one."  Spoke N'gar as he lowered her into the open
grave.  He stood and begin to push the dirt mound over her body.

     "NO!, Oh go NO!" she screamed, trying to force her exhausted body to
move.

     "Good night princess" whispered N'gar as he continued to bury her alive.
With her last scream of terror N'gar covered her head with the last bit of
dirt and let out a inhuman laugh......

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