A Vampire’s Lament
Chapter 3: Legend of the Goddesses

"You don’t have to speak because I can hear your heartbeat
Fluttering like butterflies searching for a drink…"– Hawthorne Heights

It’s February 14th today; a day also known as Valentine’s Day. A special romantic holiday for all the lovely mortal couples in the world.

It’s a really cheesy holiday if you ask me. Why would a woman want a box of expensive sweets covered in chocolates and a bouquet of graveyard-worthy roses? I’ll tell you why…it’s only an excuse for you to take advantage of the free sex from your partner whereas the rest of the year you have to beg for lovemaking.

Er, maybe that’s just me.

In the past, I’ve celebrated this official lover’s day with horrible girls and they never pleased me. I was always the one buying all the chocolates, bouquets and dinner reservations but the girl was always bored and ended up leaving me for a guy or somebody else to hang with.

Pathetic, isn’t’ it? Well, it’s not my fault I crave a true-love relationship where I can both give and receive happily just as well. I’m bitter when this holiday comes around because the last girl I shared this special day with(which was a decade ago) cheated on me. She’s probably a prostitute by now. That or she’s dead. Ha ha!

Anyway, after declaring myself careless of this Valentine’s day ten years ago, I find it incredibly amusing that I’m suddenly interested in the holiday again. After I had bitten Spencer Carlin two nights ago, I have a very powerful urge to see her again. I also wish to share a nice hot cup of cocoa and graham crackers with the girl; even though I’ve never cared for cocoa much.

Speaking of Spencer, weird shit has been surrounding me in my dreams. Whenever I find myself sleeping, napping, or day dreaming, I can see images of family that I do not recognize.

There’s this one particular dream where I see Spencer laying in bed, shaking violently as flashes of a blond haired man with short curls and he is in a military battle while he’s being shot to death by bullets belonging to AK-47′s. There’s another image I see and it is of Spencer, who’s laying on the ground with blood gushing from her neck. She’s holding some kind of weapon in her hand and she’s aiming the pistol or whatever it is in my direction and fires.