by Kimberly Kmita

Created on: August 11, 2010

“Alexander,” I whispered. Nothing. “Alexander”, I whispered again.

I knew he could hear me whispering even miles away. If he was in the area, I would also be able to hear him. Our hearing was immensely sensitive, plus I was bound to Alexander as it was he who turned me into a vampire. I heard a noise coming from the south woods. I ran faster than a mortal towards the sound. Hiding behind a tree, I saw the person was a soldier with the Confederate Army which was our enemies.

Springing out from behind the tree, I surprised the young soldier. He did not expect to see such a young beautiful woman. As he realized that this must be a trap, it was too late.

My fangs were in his throat drinking his blood as he fought and screamed. The fighting excited me and I could have easily broken his neck to stop him from screaming but there was no one to hear him. Slowly he stopped fighting and every drop had been drained. I felt more alive.

I heard someone approaching me. I was not worried as I knew it was Alexander. As he appeared from behind the tree, he smiled at me and I stood there in awe of his beauty.

Alexander was a fairly tall man. His blond hair hung down to his shoulder blades. Blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and a dimple in his chin complimented his smooth complexion. His smile was the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen and the most deadly, as that is what drew me to my mortal death. He wore the uniform of a Union soldier and although it was dirty, he looked splendid in it.

It was 1864, during the American Civil War. This was a war between the slave states and the free states.  Both Alexander and I believed that the Union Army should win. We had decided that we would help out where we could.

Alexander had taken his uniform from a dead Union soldier. The soldier had been a Major in the Calvary.  Union uniforms were dark blue. Alexander wore the shell jacket well and always kept the fourteen buttons on the front shiny even though the rest of the jacket was dirty. He wore the dark blue trousers, military boots and the white dress shirt beneath. On his head, he wore the Hardee hat with the Calvary insignia. We knew the dead soldier was a Major because his shoulder boards had gold leaves on them.

“Sofia, I see you’ve had dinner,” and he laughed.

As I laughed with him, he came to me and pushed my waist length wavy brown hair away from my neck. His lips met mine in a kiss and then he bit into my neck. It was a wonderful

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