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Last Vampire 6

By:Christopher Pike

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I am a very powerful vampire. In the recent past several encounters have served to increase my abili­ties. My creator, Yaksha, allowed me to drink his blood before he perished. Yaksha, who originally made me a vampire five thousand years ago, was much stronger than I was. His final transfusion of blood heightened my strength as well as my senses, both my physical senses and supernatural ones. After that my blood was mingled, through the secret of ancient alchemy, with that of the divine child. I am not exactly sure what this child's blood did for me because I am still not sure what this child can do. Yet it did make me feel stronger, definitely more invinci­ble. Finally, before she died, my own daughter Kalika gave me her blood in order to save me. And this last infusion has done amazing things for me. Really, I feel I have become my daughter, the irreproachable Kali avatar, and am capable of anything. The feeling is both reassuring and disturbing. With all this in­crease in power, I have to wonder if I have grown any wiser.



I am still up to my old tricks.



Killing for kicks, and for love.



In a sense, since vampires are considered dead by living beings, I killed my friend, Seymour Dorsten, by making him a vampire. But I only did this to prevent his certain death. I have to wonder if Lord Krishna will forgive me this—the third exception to my vow to him. I question if I am still protected by his divine grace. Actually, I wonder ifKrishnahas allowed me to become so powerful because he no longer intends to look after me. It would be just like him, to bestow a boon and a curse in the same act. God has a wicked sense of humor. I once metKrishnaand still think about him.



At present I sit in a bar inSanta MonicawithSeymouron the stool beside me. We are drinking Cokes and chatting with a young lady, butSeymouris thinking of blood and sex. I know his thoughts because, since drinking my daughter's blood, my mental radar has become incredibly sensitive. Before I could only sense emotions, now I get all the particu­lars. And I know that whileSeymourflirts with the young lady, the guy at the end of the bar, with the swan tattoo on his left wrist and the shine on his black wing tips, is thinking of murder.



I have been watching this guy since I sat down, quietly reading his mind. He has killed twice in the last month and tonight he wants to make it number three. He prefers helpless young females, who silently scream as he slowly strangles them. But even though I try to catch his eye—smiling,winking—Iam not successful and that puzzles me. I mean, I am cute and helpless looking, with my long blond hair and clear blue eyes, my tight blue jeans and my expensive black leather coat. But I intend to kill this guy, oh yes, before the night is through. He will die as slowly as his victims, and I will not feel a twinge of guilt.



"So what do you do when you're not partying?" the girl asksSeymour. She is pretty in a lazy sort of way, with short red hair that has been cut to mimic that of a popular magazine model, and nervous glossy lips that need to be moving, either talking or drinking. She is currently drunk but I do not judge her. Her name is Heidi and I know toSeymourshe is the second cutest thing in the world. Since becoming a vampire, he has conquered his virginity and then some. But I haven't slept with him, and I suppose that is why I'm still a goddess in his eyes.Seymourleans close to Heidi and smiles sweetly.



"I'm a vampire," he says. "Every night is a party to me."



Heidi clasps her hands together and laughs heartily. "I love vampires," she says. "Is your sister one as well?"



"No," I interrupt. "I have a day job."



"She works undercover for theL APD,"Seymourcontinues. "She's really good, too. Last week she caught this thief in the act and blew off the back of his head."



Heidi frowns, her lower lips twitching. "Do you carry a gun?" she asks me.



I sip my Coke. "No. My hands are lethal weapons." I knowSeymourintends to sleep with this girl, and I don't mind. But I don't want him to use his eyes to manipulate her into bed. This is a warning I have repeatedly given him, that his vampiric will cannot be used to dominate human will in order to gain sex. To me, that is just another form of rape, and so farSeymourhas obeyed my rule. Also, I have forbidden him to drink from his conquests. He lacks the skill and control to stop feeding before he kills a person. For that reason, when he has to drink blood, he does so with me beside him. But unlike Ray,Seymouris not squeamish about blood. He loves being a vampire so much so that he should have been born one.



"Do you know karate?" Heidi asks me.



"She is a walking Kung Fu machine,"Seymourgushes.



I stand and castSeymour a hard look. "I am going to go talk to this guy at the end of the bar. I'll meet up with you later. OK?"

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