His legs were tucked up to his chin, his slender arms wrapped around his knees. His thick blonde hair wavered gently in the breeze that was coming off of the sea. He was handsome; more so than any of the others. His fair skin and perfect features only complimented his lean build and tall frame. There was no wondering why Kevin had embraced him. Nick burned with hate as he thought of how the conniving Ventru had tricked him into thinking that being near immortal would solve all of his problems. It had only made them worse. He hated his lifestyle. He hated the taste of blood and refused to consume it until he was literally on the brink of starving to death. Nick remembered his first kill: it had been little over a year ago.....................
The girl couldn't have been more than 12. She was scrawny and weak. The victim every vampire dreams of. He recalled of how he had lured her into his hotel room and pinned her small body under his weight. He sank is fangs into the flesh and gagged. Reaizing he couldn't kill her, he recoiled from the dying girl and cried in the corner. He'd never felt so pathetic in his young life. Kevin finally came to his aid and quickly ended her suffering with a snap of the neck. He had been very disappointed.
Nick shivered at the all too vivid memories and closed his eyes, forcing the terrible images out of his mind. He felt the urge to die, or to at least feel some kind of pain. That was something he'd never experience again. Pain. A blessing and a curse. There was no escape for Nick. There never would be.
He heard someone walking softly in the white sand behind him. He whipped around, half expecting a crazed fan to be following him. Instead, he saw a dark-haired girl wearing a bikini and colorful sarong. He was convinced that she was going to walk by, but when she reached him, she said, "Hey." Nick smiled, careful not to expose his fangs, and greeted the girl softly. The sun was almost completely faded into the ocean and the moon was now high in the evening sky, making the lighting dim. But from what he could see, she was beautiful. She ran a delicate hand through her hair, which was chocolate brown streaked with a ruddy color of red and about waist-length.
"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked sitting down next to him in the sand. "No. I'm not. Are you?" Nick inquired. "Yeah. I live up there," she answered, pointing to a ranch house up on an overhang that looked out to the ocean. It was surrounded by a wooded area. It was a small house. Very modest, but on a pretty location. Nick nodded admiringly. "I think I know you," she said finally breaking the silence. "Probably," he replied. He went to reach over and grab his Backstreet Boys' leather jacket. He was going to show her who he was, but hesitated and decided it might not be a good idea. "I, uh.....I come here sometimes. On vacation. Yeah," he excused himself.
She looked at him, disbelieving. "Oh. What's your name?" "Nick. Just....Nick." The girl smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her sun-burned face. Nick expanded his pupils to get a better view of her. He studied her pulse. Her blood raced strong and hard through her body. She intrigued Nick. Humans could rarely do this to him. This girl, she was.......different. Snapping out of his trance at the sound of her clearing her voice, Nick met her huge brown eyes shyly.
"What's your name?" he asked, whispering. "Barb. Barb Wyre," she answered, her voice just as low. He stared into her eyes. They were reflecting the moon. Nick's blood stopped in his veins. He had to have this girl. If there was anyone for him, it was her. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. He shook his head no. Understanding that he wasn't going to be open about it, she ceased her questioning. The two were silent. They watched the ocean together, it had a fascinating rhythm about it. Mezmerizing.
Barb suddenly stood up, brushing the sand off of her slim legs. She tucked her long hair behind one ear and stared down at Nick, who in turn, looked up at her with child-like eyes. "I-I should go. It's getting cold," she said rubbing her arms. Nick stood up and picked his jacket off the ground. He wrapped it around her shoulders lovingly. "Here. I'll be in town for a couple of days. Will you come here tomorrow? To see me?" She nodded. "Okay then. At the same time?" She nodded again, this time smiling, exposing beautiful white teeth. Oh God, Nick thought, those teeth would look even more beautiful with fangs. Shocked at what he was thinking, he looked away.
Barb pulled the jacket around herself tightly, also looking down. She went to stare up at him and say thank you, but found she was alone. Confused, she turned around, searching for the mystery boy. Giving up, she took off the jacket to see the patch on the back. It read in huge letters: NICK CARTER BACKSTREET BOYS Her jaw dropped.
From afar, Nick watched her every move until she got in her house. He smiled. Soon, he thought, she will be mine. Forever. He shivered at his "vampiric" thoughts and turned away from the beach, letting a salty tear run down his pale cheek. He was losing the battle against himself, and very quickly. Nick began to walk down the beaten dirt path that had taken him there, to start the long trek back to the bus.