I had been wandering the streets for a fortnight now, stealing scraps from the plates of those who picnicked outdoors to take advantage of the weather. That was the month of the heatwave, I believe.
One night, I had curled up on the cold, hard pavement in an alley near a skip when I noticed a tall figure leading two others behind him.
The tall figure was handsome, with sharp facial features and hair the colour of the sky at midnight.
The two people following him were pretty young girls with creamy white skin and rich, soft hair (incidentally both the colour chocolate).
The tall figure stopped at quite a random spot and pointed to the wall. The two girls lined up against it without making excuses about the state of the wall and their dresses. They appeared to have glazed expressions, something I found rather odd.
Suddenly, the man spoke. In a pleasant voice, he said "You will not remember any of tonight."
What an odd thing to say.
The next thing he did was even odder. He bent down and seemed to kiss one of the girls on her neck. Both continued to stare ahead of them while his head remained there.
A few minutes later, the man lifted his head.
To my horror, I could see two pinpricks of blood on the girl's neck. What was this creature, who took on the form of man but drank the blood of human girls?
To the girl whose neck was bleeding (and whose face looked a little paler), he said "Depart."
There seemed to be some sort of frustration in his tone that I didn't understand.
The girl walked off, totally ignoring the other girl and indeed her surroundings.
Before drinking this girl's blood, the man raised his right hand and clicked his fingers. Why on earth should he do that? I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I wondered if perhaps I was hallucinating or dreaming. But the scene felt to me as real as any other event in my life. How bemusing.
The girl woke up. Or that's what it looked like. She looked as if she had been jolted awake. She stared at the man, looking terrified.
"What am I doing here? What did you do to me? I cannot remember anything."
"I'm afraid I can't answer any of your questions," the man replied, not sounding at all apologetic like he should. Did he have no conscience? I wondered. Did he not care about his soul?
"I ... should be off," the girl said. "I know not what has happened to me but I do not like this situation. Good night, sir."
She made as if to leave, like her companion had, but the man touched her shoulder and she could not move any further. I could see she was trying but the man seemed to be unusually strong.
"I'm afraid you won't be leaving for a little while, Freda." And suddenly, his head was against her neck. Freda screamed.
I ran out towards them, but what could I do as a cat?
"Help me!" Freda cried out, and I felt so guilty that I couldn't. I started meowing loudly, in the hope that one of us would be heard.
At the sound of my meowing, the man turned.
To my horror, he had fangs, and they were dripping with blood.
"Be quiet, cat," he snarled.
And without my permission, I stopped meowing. I stood there, rooted to the spot unable to tear my gaze away from him. Because, alarmingly, I found myself enthralled by his eyes. They were a coppery colour I had never seen in a person before. But this was no person: this was a demon.
I found myself folding into a sitting position.
The man/ demon suddenly looked intrigued. He straightened up and approached me. Freda ran away, sobbing. The demon didn't appear to care. When he was about a foot away from me, he stopped and crouched down.
"You're not a cat, are you?"
How could he know that? I had never seen this man before in my life.
He smiled. "I can tell these things. I can tell that at the minute, you are terrified by me and my actions tonight and confused by the fact that you're sitting down, despite the fact you desperately want to run away. I can see your soul, Samantha."
I would've screamed if I had been able.
"I wonder what you'd see if you looked past your fear, Samantha. Would you still hate me? I am what I am: as nature has made me. But you are disgusted. Let's take away that fright and horror."
Take away? How could he take my feelings away?
But he stared more intently into my eyes and I suddenly found I felt calm and relaxed around him. When my judgement was not affected by fear, the creature was very attractive. I hadn't noticed the extent of his handsomeness when I'd seen him briefly in the light of the moon before. In fact, there was a depth and intensity to his gaze that made me fall in love with him.
"I never kill anyone," the creature said cheerfully, as if that would change my opinion of him. But it did. My opinion had been changing since he had taken away my fear and disgust. I couldn't explain it but I now felt like the creature was acceptable. What a strange thing to happen.
The creature stood up and nodded. "It was nice to meet you, Samantha."
And with that, he started walking off.
Before he had disappeared from view, he called to me "My name's Dean if you were wondering."
How very, very strange.