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|This is a revised edition. I tried to change some of the language. And Remy is not important, he's just meat.||
Gabrielle and Rebbecca stood under the stars in the middle of Paris. They had been following a man about twenty-four for three hours through the streets of the city of lights and love. He had caught Gabrielle's attention with his accent. She had never heard it before; the people around him were continuously asking him about a place called New Orleans. His name was Remy. His dark curls fell around his shoulders and made him beautiful.
"You had better act fast, he'll be going home soon and they are so messy in bed.” Rebbecca's voice carried an edge of frustration and a load of exhaustion. She had fed early in the evening and was guiding Gabrielle in her first kill.
"I just want to watch him. He's so graceful and elegant. His voice is like diamonds in a fountain."
"What in the pray tell does that mean?"
"Beautiful, unique, glistening, perfect...."
"Alright I get the point. Just take his life."
Gabrielle never took her eyes off Remy. "I can't, he's too beautiful."
"That is what you have said about every one of them. It's been almost a month since I changed you. You will die of thirst soon. How can you stand it, you should be ravaged by now."
"I feel fine. Go on home. I want to watch him a little longer. I wonder if he has a family. A wife perhaps, and maybe a daughter"
Rebbecca grabbed Gabrielle's long, black, silky hair and pulled her backward against the brick of a nearby wall. Gabrielle's head slammed into the bricks and a stream of red began to run thought her hair. Rebbecca snarled when she spoke, "You will feed tonight and you will enjoy it. There will be no more speculating about the life of a mortal. You will either listened to me or you will die. I don't allow this kind of mutiny. Now take his life or I will take yours." Rebbecca pulled out a silver dagger that glistened in the moonlight.
"I would rather die."
Rebbecca sliced Gabrielle's torso. A long line of blood welled from her breast to her naval. Unlike most wounds this didn't heal quickly. The blood continued to well as Gabrielle watched. She pressed her hands over the wound and felt the blood gush between her fingers.
"I warned you once." Rebbecca walked into the night leaving Gabrielle very alone.
A young man ran up to her. He carried a small black bag. He talked to her, but Gabrielle couldn't understand the words, it sounded like the wind. She stared at him blankly as he laid her on the ground. Her entire dress was the color of crimson.
The man opened the bag and began to pull out medical equipment. He pressed gauze against the line and then lifted a needle and thread. He stitched her up. When he was done he spoke again, and this time Gabrielle understood. "You need to get to a hospital. There is one about half a mile from here. My carriage is right there,” he pointed to a small white carriage lead by four beautiful black Arabians. "Can you walk, of course not." He lifted Gabrielle and carried her to the carriage.
She leaned against him as the carriage pulled away. She was nestled in the crook of his neck. She could see out the window and recognized the route. They would have to pass the house. She was silently crying.
A sudden feeling welled up inside of her. Before she was aware of it Gabrielle was feeding off his blood. The man never screamed nor pulled away. He leaned against her and made pleasant sounds. She was revolted by the thought that his life was flowing into her, but she couldn’t pull herself away from him. There was a feeling to of ecstasy covering the revolting shame. And then it was over. His heart had stopped and his life was gone.
She laid him across her lap and looked into his eyes. She noticed that his eyes were the color of cinnamon and his hair almost matched them. He had the same beauty that Remy did, something exotic and exciting. And she had taken his life.
She called for the driver to stop and then pulled the doctor out. She propped the man against her and he appeared a bit drunk. Gabrielle dismissed the driver, when the carriage was out of sight she picked the body up and carried it up the porch steps.
Gabrielle found Rebbecca in the dining room. She slung the body across the table. “Are you happy yet." And then ran up to her room to cry.
As she ran up the stairs Rebbecca smiled in victory. The child couldn't go forever with feeding, she had a weakness.
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