Melinda

She walks the streets of the French Quarter each night at three am. They named her Melinda, in this, Her Immortal Life. Melinda knows that you, like so many others before, will happily fall victim under her crimson eyes. As the witching hour nears, she is frenzied with the thought of bloodletting. Melinda, my vampire twin, waits by the gate of a New Orleans cemetery. The busy streets starting to empty, the last notes of a Tom Waits song fades to black. An unsuspecting young man decides to take a shortcut to his hotel... Melinda, crouched, head tilted to the night sky, fangs bared..... turns him with the swift motion of thunder impending wind. Another now walks among us. Melinda did not choose immortality, but has embraced it. And so, my bloodletting twin still roams the streets of the French Quarter..... beautiful and thirsty. .