This is a short story about a vampire . I looooove vampires š©·
In the realm of the undead, there exists a solitary vampire named Mark, once a respected doctor in his human life. His existence was punctuated by the rhythmic symphony of heartbeats - his own, those of his patients, and most importantly, the steady pulse of his beloved wife, Anna. He loved the way her heart would race during their passionate kisses, and how its calming rhythm would soothe him after a challenging day.
However, his transformation into a vampire brought an end to his heartbeat, leaving a hollow silence in its wake. His beloved Anna, too, was no longer among the living, her once vibrant heartbeat now a mere echo in his memory.
Mark craved for the sensation of a beating heart. Often, he would place his hand on his chest, hoping against hope to feel a pulse. But all he felt was the cold stillness of his undead existence.
Every night, as he ventured out in search of sustenance, he was haunted by the heartbeats around him. The forest animals' rapid pulses, the steady rhythm of tavern-goers, and the frantic beats of his victims' hearts. It was a bittersweet experience - the sound of life that he so desperately missed, yet could only experience through the act of taking it away.
One fateful night, he encountered a young woman whose beauty reminded him of his late wife, Anna. Her name was Karen, a stranger in his land, and he was instantly captivated. He desired her heart, not just for sustenance, but for the connection to life it represented.
Under his hypnotic gaze, Karen found herself unable to resist his command. She followed him to his mansion, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. Mark reveled in the sound, a cruel reminder of the life he once had.
In the dimly lit room, he asked her to undress and lie on the bed. As she complied, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Mark, too, shed his clothes, revealing his pale, lifeless body under the moonlight.
He sat next to her, his cold touch sending shivers down her spine. He placed her hand on his chest, where his heart should have been. When she confirmed she felt no heartbeat, he moved his hand to her chest, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the rhythm of her pulsating heart.
As he lay on top of her, he instructed her to calm down, to slow her breathing. He wanted to savor the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, a cruel imitation of the life he once had. As her heart rate slowed, he rested his head on her chest, absorbing her warmth and the rhythmic thump of her heart.
For a moment, he allowed himself to reminisce about his past life with Anna, wishing he could trade his eternal existence for one more chance to hear her heartbeat and feel his own pulse again. But he was cursed, forever barred from the simple pleasure of a beating heart.
His predatory instincts soon overpowered his nostalgia. Hunger gnawed at him, and his fangs extended in anticipation. As he sank his teeth into Karen's neck, her heart pounded in terror, filling his ears with the tragic symphony of her final heartbeats.
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