I love this time of year, because seducing prey becomes far too easy on All Hallow’s Eve. For one night, mortals imbibe their darker pleasures and leave their inhibitions at the door, becoming whatever they wish to become and doing everything they feel like doing. Costumes adorn the masses and masks hide their identities. While I could have joined in the festivities, there is something to be said for being one’s self while the rest of the world is busy being something else.

Especially when one is a vampire.

The one night a year when my smiles become wider, my words of seduction more pointed without fear of it scaring away my target. These days, I do not kill in such a wanton manner, but during my days as Sabrina’s assassin, the world was an oyster and I feasted until my heart’s content. At times, I could even get my older, more regal brother to join in the fun.

It should be noted that Robin is no saint and he would never purport to being as such. At the time, however, the vampire elder who was my mentor realized what kind of creature I became under his tutelage. I loved sadism; lived for the kill so much that I became irritable on the nights when I had to refrain from the cat and mouse of predator and prey. Robin blamed himself for the monster in the black suit with the evil grin, and knew a demon had been fashioned rather than a hunter of the night. As much as he attempted to dissuade me from my immortal games, though, he still had his base instincts to contend against.

I passed him in the vestibule on my way out the door. Read the rest of this entry