Blood Lust

I sit on top of my sky scraper, it has been abandoned for years and I claim it as my own. People of the city fear this building, I make sure of it, whenever the foolish man wanders his way in here as a joke, he never leaves.
I let my eyes wander on the road below, searching for the next victim of mine.
I spot her, a young girl, in her seventeen’s' her hair is short and a brilliant but died red. Her eyes a shocking green, I smell her blood from where I sit, it is a shame that a have to kill this one. She is innocent and pure she has never had a smoke, had drugs or alcohol, I will feel remorse for this kill, but it is good blood.
I will enjoy my feeding, the need, the blood lust is almost unbearable.
My hair is in a blond mess from the chilly air up on my roof; I calculate the distance between me and the ground and let my blue eyes sweep the area once more.
The buildings and the surrounding streets are empty.
This will be simple, as there is no one else around to witness.
I jump from my building, pin my arms at my sides and fall down to my victim, the wind whips around my face and my eyes would be streaming if i could cry. She does not even see me till I hit her. I knock her to the ground and she looks up at me, a terrified look fills her beautiful eyes and she trembles all over, she sees my small pointed teeth over the edge of my lower lip, i normally hide them, but not on the hunt.
She whispers three words to me, the last words of her life.
"Let me go" she begs me but has already given in, a tear streams down her pretty porcelain cheek.
I feel a pain of guilt stab in my chest and say "It is Necessary" before I reach down, pull her neck to me and pierce her delicate skin.
The warmth of her blood fills me and she moans, as much as she might hate it, it is an enjoyable feeling for both of us. I feel everything she feels as i absorb her blood, I feel her thinking of her Fiancée and the wedding in just two weeks, I feel her thinking of her past and future and how some things most important to her will never come.
Her body goes limp in my arms and I draw a cross on her forehead with her blood on my fingers as a sign of respect and blessing.
I may be a creature of the damned,
but some vampires are religious.
I lick my lips and go home to my sky scraper to pray for her, she deserves a good afterlife in the heavens.
She will get one.