The Death of Ernie Biggs, Again
Ernie ran from the the house as quickly as he could. He had been bored and had spent way too much time following Andrew around. If he didn't hurry, he'd get caught in the sunlight. He wasn't sure about what exactly would happen then, but he was sure that he didn't want to find out.

He'd left a bit of a mess inside the house as well, and wondered if Andrew would be fine. Probably not, but then he was already messed up, Ernie thought, which made it mostly ok.

He grinned as he thought about what had happened in this city since he came here. It was an interesting town, he had to admit. And it had plenty of cats. Always a good sign, Ernie thought.

He stopped in the middle of an empty alley, and jumped effortlessly to the roof, looking around for a place to hide. He'd learnt early enough that a coffin was just for show. A quiet, dark place was all a real vampire needed.

The rooftops, Ernie had discovered, were always a good place to be. They were usually deserted throughout the day, and had plenty of handy spaces you could crawl under and sleep in, undisturbed.

As he looked around the smell of a human rose up from the alley below. This wasn't strange, but he could hear two voices. Curious, he peeked over the edge, to see what was going on. He saw two people, a tall young man and a very attractive young woman. She was smiling at the man, whose back was to Ernie. He was gesturing with his hands while he spoke, and she was nodding, smiling while she listened to him.

She laughed at something he said, then reached out and kissed him. Ernie kept looking, and after a bit realised that there was something wrong with the woman. The way she looked at the man, as if she could see something nobody else could, the way she smiled, it was all subtly wrong.

She kept kissing the man, and then bent her neck a little. He kissed it and she shivered, then tilted his neck, kissing his throat, again and again. The man let out a little moan, then suddenly a small shout, and then in just a few moments, he hung limp in her arms, her lips still locked around his throat.

She dropped his body to one side, and looked up. She noticed Ernie for the first time, and seemed shocked. Ernie was feeling shocked too. In the thirteen years since he had become a vampire, he hadn't seen any other. To meet another one meant that he could finally have some company, someone who would understand what it was like to be him.

She seemed to be more frightened than anything, and Ernie decided to put her at ease. He dropped easily from the roof, landing in front of her, and smiled reassuringly. She was as unlike him as could be. She had magnificent black hair, thick and silky, cut short and tied in a simple knot. Clear black eyes looked back at him, set in a long face with high cheekbones, her skin golden.

He saw that she was looking angrily at him, and tried smiling again, and said, "It's okay. I'm like you. I'm a vampire too" He bared his fangs to prove it, and she charged. She ran at him with her fists raised and punched him, again and again.

Stunned, he fell back, and she pounced on him, reaching for his neck with her fangs. He grappled with her, and for the first time in years, found someone as strong as him.

They fought then, twisting and turning in each others hands. Ernie realised that this would end only when he had killed her, that drinking her blood was the only way. The thought was very attractive. A human's blood felt good, but a vampire's? Even the thought was intoxicating.

They struggled briefly, then he kicked out under her, and in a second, the two were facing each other in the alley. Before he could do anything else, she reached out again, grabbing his jacket, and pulled, throwing him into the wall behind her. Stunned, he stood disoriented, and she jumped at him, lunging for his throat.

As she drank away his blood, he felt weaker than ever before. He could've easily thrown her off, because she was straddling him at an awkward angle, but he didn't have enough strength to even raise his hand. The colours slowly drained away from the world, and in a dark world filled with shadows he saw her face as she stood up. Standing over his prone form, she muttered something, but he was too weak to hear.

And then she was gone.