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Chapter 4

I could feel his tensed muscles relax under my touch. He leaned closer, as if trying to return a kiss. His blood was sweeter than I had expected, but still iron-rich and delicious. So much so thatm though I had meant to take a small, measured sip, I found myself sucking more than my share of his warm, red blood; gorging myself and moaning in delight. He relaxed even more against me and I stopped my snack in surprise. I looked down at his face, stepping away as I did so, yet keeping a firm grip on his shoulders. His head lolled on his neck, his tan skin now pale and sallow. His eyes no longer popped from their sockets, but stared--glazed and unseeing--at something over my shoulder. In shock, I relaxed my grip, and he slid to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"Bugger," I muttered in a voice filled with self-loathing, "I could've sworn I drank less than five pints. Blast! I can't believe I was such a glutton!"
The sound of shells cruching beneath a dainty foot distracted me from my self-hate fest. I whirled around and came face to face with...her. The woman who had been marooned here with the empty shell of a man that lay at my feet. She stared at me, a look of horror in her brown eyes.
"Oh my God," she gasped, "What--what have you done?"
"Well, hello poppet," I sneered, avoiding the question, "and who, might I ask, are you?"
She had shivered, as though at a bad memory, when I called her "poppet", but she now stood tall and looked at me in such a way that I almost thought if she was tall enough she'd be looking down her nose at me.
"I asked you a question first," she said in a voice that could boil the seven seas.
"Ah, forgive my boldness, m'lady," I said with a sarcastic edge to my voic, sweeping an exaggeratedly low bow, "but I'm a pirate captain, and I believe I have seniority over a young slip of a girl like yourself. Now, I ask again: Who are you?"
"I-I'm Elizabeth Swann, C-Captain," she quailed beneath my gaze.
"Elizabeth Swann, eh? Lovely name, darlin'," I walked toward her; more gliding than walking now that my "true" nature had been revealed, "And you should know, I don't take very lightly to bein' questioned." My voice became cold, hard, and sharp as the tempered steel of my cutlass. "You should also know never to anger a vampyr."
She gasped.
"Oh come on. Why do you think I bit that heap of human flesh's neck, deary? What other creatures on the seven seas would do that type of thing?"
"W-well..." she stuttered. I pushed a lock of her wavy brown hair away from her face and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"None, eh...Lizzie?"
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So, no Elizabeth Swann's entered the picture. Hm...could that mean that the man(now dead man) might be Captain Jack Sparrow?! Read my next post to find out! Comments please!