• Cleo was a small girl, in a very large town. Although she had a very big secret. One that would change the course of history if it ever got out.
    By night she searched the streets for her next fix. She wasnt a drug addict though, She was blood thirsty.
    For hundreds of years she'd had the same nightly routine. Ever sinse the night when she vaugly remembered, when the shadowy stranger had offered her life on the verge of death.

    It was the time that modern historians called the Dark Ages. Cleo had gotten infected with the Black Plauge. Her mother and forher had died already, so she had no one to help make her suffering bearable.
    She had given up hope when a subtle knock came upon her door.
    'Knock knock knock!' Cleo woke up suddenly to it. It came again, slightly more urgent this time. 'Knock Knock Knock!' Cleo began attempting to muster up all her strength to answer the door. This time instead of knocking, a figure burst through the door.
    Its eyes were as black as the skiy behind it. Its torso was laden with muscles, faintly visible under his frilly white button up shirt. His face, was timeless, like it could fit into any time, or culture and not be the least out of place. His hair was shoulder length, as most men's was then.
    The beauty of the figure, whom appered to be a fairly well off male in his twenties, made Cleo forget how painful her sores were, and made her simply embarassed of them. He looked her in the eyes, and momentarily her pain returned, but his eyes were almost hypnotic, and made her forget her pain. She watched as he quickely crossed the dirt floored threshhold, and roo, to her bed.
    He didn't look away from Cleo as he seemed to take in his surroundings. He grimaced, "This will do for now." He finally seemed to take notice that Cleo was dying. "Poor thing," he said without a hint of pity in his voice, but with a slight chuckel in his voice. "Do you want it to end like this?" he asked her.
    Cleo's mind flew back to her body, and the pain was more intense than before. She bit her lip, it was all she could do to keep from screaming in agony. As a single tear rolled down her cheek, she shook her head slowly, as if to say no. The stranger seemed satisfied with her answer.
    "This will hurt, but but after its done, you will live forever," he said fluidly as he lowered himself onto her bed and began sensually kissing her.

    That was all Cleo remembered from the night she changed. Her and the stranger had traveled together for awhile, as he taught her all his tricks of the undead. He would never share his name or much about his past, and he would always ask her to call him her 'creator'. He also would refer to Cleo as his 'fledgling'.

    It took her awhile to learn what she had become, but she never once regreted it. She had spent most of her life in cities like Paris, Rome, Madrid, and London, where suspicious deaths were almost unnoticed. Occasionally Creator would show up, with some small gift for her.
    This night, he wanted her to meet him in Paris. He had told her to go to Paris, and he would find her. As she walked the streets of Paris, she marveled at the lights. No mater how many tiems she had seen it, she could never fully get over the way the did not flicker out as often as a candle.
    "Still not over the mights?" said a familiar voice behind her, that to this day, sent chills up her spine. An arm took her hip, and began leading her down the street. To her side Creator appeared. He began leading Cleo down street, as Cleo was trying to figure out something witty to say in return, butshe was unable to think of anything but her usual response.
    "Yes creator, the y are very beautiful, and they amuse me," she said as she always did.
    "Fledgling, you are too easily amused and overuse the word beauty," he said arogantly. He led her down another street, and into an expensive boutique. "Your clothes are begining to look ragged. Why do you insist on wearing them to rags when you have enough money to live for eternity of living richly?"
    The botique girl walked over and offered her oppinion. "Madam, please zou need to be beater dressed. Let me show zou to zour be-st clothees," She said with her French accent, almost overbearing her words.
    Cleo already bored with the store began planing on making the botique girl her next meal. "Oui, my clothes are old." Creator probably already knew her evil plan. By the look on his face, that had been his plan all along.
    The girl led Cleo towards the newest clothes the botique had recieved. As the girl rattled off the latest Paris fashions, Cleo placed her lips on the girls throat, right on her pulsing veins.

    Walking out of the botique, Cleo was dressed in afresh outfit, with her hair rearanged to match. "Now you don't look so silly," Creator said. He guieded Cleo down another street. "Have you ever had a pet?" he asked her looking into a pet store window.
    " No when I was mortal, we barely had enough food for ourselves, and I havent seen a point now that I will live forever, she said to him icely.
    "Have you ever thought of turning an animal into one of us?"
    "Is that even possible?"
    "Yes, I used to have a greyhound, that I had turned, but sadly their lives are merely exagerated, and after a few hundred years he passed away. He was the best fledgling I'd ever had." This was the most that Creator had ever opened up to Cleo.
    "Do you miss him?" Cleo asked, trying to get him to keep opening up.
    " He was missed for awhile, but you can never keep anything forever," he said. Then to show the discusion was over, he said "I will get you whatever pet it is you wish. It is the last lesson I have for you. I will have taught you everything I know."
    These words hit Cleo like bullet. With no more lessons, to teach her, she doubted he'd want to keep seeing her. She never thought of a possibility of not having Creator around every so often. "Are you going to leave me for good now?" she asked with her voice trembeling, and her eyes begining to water.
    " I won't check on you, and we will only meet by chance he said calmly. " You have learned quickly. My only fledgling to ever learn all of my lessons without falter or complaint. I have actually grown rather attached to you," Creator said with an almost sad look to him.
    Cleo couldn't believe her ears. Her creator had fallen in love with her. She wanted to take a risk, and do something he had done to her so long ago. She leaned forward and kissed him gently upon his lips, and parted his lips with her own.