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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have served to increase my abilities。 My creator； Yaksha； allowed me to drink his blood before he perished。 Yaksha； who originally made me a vampire five thousand years ago； was much stronger than I was。 His final transfusion of blood heightened my strength as well as my senses； both my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 bee 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 if Krishna has allowed me to bee 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 met Krishna and still think about him。
At present I sit in a bar in Santa Monica with Seymour on the stool beside me。 We are drinking Cokes and chatting with a young lady； but Seymour is thinking of blood and sex。 I know his thoughts because； since drinking my daughter's blood； my mental radar has bee incredibly sensitive。 Before I could only sense emotions； now I get all the particulars。 And I know that while Seymour flirts 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…I am 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 asks Seymour。 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 to Seymour she is the second cutest thing in the world。 Since being 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。 Seymour leans 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 the LAPD；〃 Seymour continues。 〃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 know Seymour intends 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 far Seymour has 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； Seymour is 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；〃 Seymour gushes。
I stand and cast Seymour 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？〃
Seymour understands that I intend to kill this guy。 He is not squeamish about blood； but death still disturbs him。 We have never actually killed any of his meals。 He pales slightly and lifts his glass。
〃Let me know what you're up to；〃 he says。
〃Good luck；〃 Heidi exclaims as I step past。
〃Thank you；〃 I say。
The guy at the bar notices my approach and makes room for me。 Sliding onto the chair beside him； I bat my long lashes and smile innocently。 I am sweet； the type I hope he enjoys。
〃Hello；〃 I say。
〃Good evening；〃 he replies。 He is terribly good looking； and young； twenty…two at most； with a Rolex on his wrist to cover his tattoo and a seductive smirk on his adorable face。 His hair is longish； brown and curly。 〃What's your name？〃 he asks。
〃Alisa；〃 I say； not being too secretive because I know he won't live long enough to repeat it。 〃You？〃
〃Dan。 What're you drinking？〃
〃Coke。 I'm on a diet。〃
He snorts。 〃What kind of diet is that？〃
I laugh softly。 〃An all…sugar diet。 Do you e here often？〃
He sips his scotch。 〃No。 To tell you the truth； this place bugs me。〃
I'm already tired of making conversation。 I just want to kill him and be done with it。 Since inheriting Kalika's psychic abilities； I have gone out of my way to kill a few bad apples。 Of course； I have no intention of making it my life's work。
〃Do you want to leave？〃 I ask。
He acts surprised。 〃Who are you？〃 he asks； with an edge to his voice。
I catch his eyes。 I have a very strong stare。 Just by looking at metal； I can make it turn to liquid。 I pitch my voice so there is no way he can refuse my invitation。
〃Just a girl。 You're looking for a girl； aren't you？〃
He finishes his drink and stands。 〃Let's go；〃 he barks。
Out on the street； he walks fast toward a car he never seems to find。 I have to adopt a brisk pace to keep up with him。 People move past us in the dark； the nameless faces of a humanity I have known forever。 The summer air is warm。
〃I have a car if you can't find yours；〃 I finally offer。
He shrugs。 〃I just thought we'd take a walk first； get to know each other。〃
〃Fine。 What do you do for a living？〃
〃I'm a plumber。 What do you do？〃
〃I'm an artist。〃
He is amused。 〃Oh； yeah？ Do you paint？〃
〃I sculpt。 Statues。〃
He gives a wolfish grin。 〃Nudes？〃
〃Sometimes。〃 It's so nice to get to know each other。
Yet there's something wrong； more than the obvious。 He's not at ease with me； and his disfort goes beyond his thoughts of wanting to murder me。 He fantasizes how my bright blue eyes will dim as my brain dies beneath his grip。 Yet I am more than just another victim to him。
He is afraid of me。
Someone has told him something about me。
But who that someone is； I don't know。 My concentration is divided between Seymour and my situation。 Yet I don't know why I should worry about Seymour。 Certainly Heidi is not going to harm him。 I scanned the girl's mind for a few seconds when I met her and there was nothing in there but thoughts of drink and sex。 No； I tell myself； Dan is all that matters。 I wonder where he's leading me； who we'll meet on the other end。 He makes a sharp left into a dark alleyway。 Naturally； to my eyes； everything in the alley is perfectly clear。
〃Where are we going？〃 I ask。
〃My place；〃 he says。
〃Can you walk to your place from here？〃
〃Yeah。〃 He pauses and studies me out of the corner of his eye。 Although he's striving to act cool； his breathing is rapid； his heart pounds。 He definitely knows I am more than I seem； more dangerous than a cop with a gun。 But he doesn't know I'm a vampire。 There are no images in his mind of my drinking his blood。 But the farther we walk； the more difficult his thoughts are to penetrate…another mystery。 Yet I know he is worried what will happen with me in connection with another； how our meeting will go。 This other； I sense； is also dangerous； in the same way he thinks I am。
The other is close。 Waiting。
Are we going to meet another vampire？
There should be no other vampires； other than Seymour and myself。
I smile。 〃Do you live alone？〃
〃Yeah；〃 he says； and his hands brush against his coat pocket。 I realize he has a weapon there； and wonder why I didn't spot it before。 The gun must be unusually small； I think。 But when I sniff with my nose； I detect not even a trace of lead or gunpowder in the air； and I can smell a bullet from a quarter of a mile away。 My questions pile one on top of the other； but I am far from ready to walk away from the encounter。 There is a puzzle here…I must solve it。
〃I live with my brother；〃 I say。
〃The guy back at the bar？〃
〃Yeah。〃
〃He doesn't look like your brother。〃 There is a bite to his remark。 For some reason； Seymour is still very much on this guy's mind。 Why？
〃We had different fathers；〃 I say； and my own hand brushes against the knife I wear in my belt beneath my black leather coat。 Nowadays； I can kill a man at better than a mile with my trusty blade。 Even good old Eddie Fender； a psychopath if ever there was one； would be useless against my new and improved reflexes。
Dan snorts。 〃I never knew my father。〃
That is one truth in a string of lies。
There is a warehouse at the end of the block； a shabby affair built to house dirty equipment and sweaty wor
