"Awoke" pt. 2

As he laid on the outside of his grave beside her, his murderer, he noticed that he did not feel anything, except lust, and thirst.
“Who the fuck?”, he said, “Who wha, what are you?”
“I’m your savior, but I believe you already know what I am, and what you are,” she said, “but I have been called Lilah for over five centuries now.”
As much as he wanted to deny the possibility of his new Vampiric nature, he knew she was telling the truth. He knew she was his master, his lover, his mother, and his companion for all times, and he knew he would already be fiercely loyal to her, but he also knew he couldn’t ever love her. And she knew that too, for their nature was one of masochism and sadism, and love was a word not within their realm of emotion. Nor was hate in fact, Stephen didn’t hate Anabelle, but he wanted her to suffer, he wanted to see the fear and the panic in her face as he ripped her insides out onto the floor. He took pleasure in the very fact.
“Anabelle…”, said Stephen
“Yes, Anabelle hurt you, she will be your first won’t she, my love?”, said Lilah.
“I want her to die painfully, to snuff her out with my very hands, to smite my former human self as much as her.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”, she said, “You have the power now, take what you want, any which way you want, I will teach you everything and you shall be a glorious vampire.”, she said.
They went out into the dead of the night together. As they walked through the streets of London, Stephen felt powerful, and predatory. These humans, these pathetic creatures spilling their emotions out into the world like slaves, he had nothing in common with them anymore. Oh how he desired his first kill. He could feel the pulses of those in the streets around him coursing inside of his lifeless body, offering temptation so powerful that he’d be denying his nature not to indulge. He could smell their blood, some more tempting than others, and the women he once sought to indulge and cherish he now viewed merely as prey, and oh how he wanted them all.
“So my sweet boy, do you feel it, the need to kill?”, Lilah said, “Do you feel the power you possesses, we are perfect killers my darling, free from restraint of the human conscience and the laws of society, no one can stop us dear, certainly no humans.”, she said
“I feel it, I want to take them all, I want to see the expressions on their face as I brutalize them,” said Stephen in a way that surprised him, he would have never said such things in life, but in death, the mere mention of the slaughter of innocents was enough to bring him to joy. In death, he was now free to really live, free of a bourgeoisie society’s restraints.
“I must find Anabelle, and that pathetic, effete bastard Frederich, I wish to make them watch each other die,” he felt this was appropriate.
Stephen and Lilah were out for a couple hours already. Lilah had already killed three humans that very night. One was a john looming the street for streetwalkers, Lilah in all her wickedness appeared to the man a lovely entrancing prostitute, and told him what a wonderful night she could offer. She drank him dry, and Stephen laughed as the man screamed for mercy and tried clawing away with all his might from the rather petite woman. Lilah had been doing this for a long time. She offered him blood, but Stephen wanted Anabelle to be his first drink. Lilah was very appeased by this; she knew she had created a monster of pure malevolent evil, one that can rival her own thirst for blood, torture, and destruction.