Burn the Light [Part One Of Two]

"What are you gazing upon, out there, son?" A Vampire said to the one and only human he had ever turned, his 'son' Anthony.
"Well, dad." Anthony began. "I want to see what it is, over there--in the next building over, that makes so much light."
"Well, my son." His father said. "Humans have electricity and lights, I'm sure you remember that, from your old life?"
"I do. But never have I seen such beauty." Anthony said, gazing out the window.
"Son, come to cellar, the sun will be rising soon." His father beckoned grasping Anthony's elbow gently.
"Father?" Anthony mused as he pulled himself away from the black window, the only exposed window in the entire building they lived in. "Would you be hurt if I were to eventually leave your company, one day?"
His father was quite for sometime after the question was asked.
"Anthony," He said. "if the company I provide you is not what gives you solace, then by all means, find those who do give you the company you so desire. Should you ever feel the need to return, on such an occasion, there will always be a coffin in the cellar for you."
They chuckled.
The next evening Anthony stood at the exposed window, gazing across the gap, to the other building.
"Anthony." His father said approaching him. "Why not walk over there and request an entrance into th building?"
"But Father, I couldn't!" Anthony shouted.
"And why is that?" His father asked.
"I...I don't know...She--"
"Oh, so there's a woman across the way. I see." His father said.
"Do you think less of me, Father?" Anthony inquired.
"Not at all, Son. We are men, and we are vampires. Our entire existence is based upon addiction and the craving for blood, and flesh. So tell me, is she human?"
"I can not tell from this distance, but she seems to never sleep." Anthony said opening the heavy curtain.
"Then go over there and find out." His father said.
"But I--"
"But you what? Are a vampire. We are what their nightmares are made of, what have you to fear?" His father asked growing impatient.
"Etiquette." Anthony said, defeated.
"My son, life is precious, even to us Vampires. We can be killed, either by sunlight or by wooden stakes, holy water, those sorts of things. With that being said, you shouldn't think of yourself as immortal, and therefore should not waste any time."
"But father, suppose I go over there and become more found of the girl than to you? You are my first love, you gave me this life, this outlook, this gift." Anthony said.
"As I stated last evening, if your absolute happiness comes from another vampire, or human, whatever she may be--I will support your decision, for you too are my first love." His father said.
"But how can I be sure that the life I spend with her will be better or more fulfilling than the one I have now?"
"Anything new is, in itself fulfilling, my son. The choice is up to you, ultimately."
"Father, you would be completely content, should I choose to abandon you? If tomorrow I was no longer here, beside you, your eternal companion, and instead I try my hand at this girl we have no knowledge of?" Anthony asked, they began walking down into the cellar.
"Anthony, of course I would be upset, but it all depends on your manner in departing. Eventually all wounds heal, and since we Vampires feel no effects of aging, for us they heal faster than other creatures."
"I'm distraught, Father."
"I know, Anthony."
The next evening, just after sunset, Anthony walked across the street, leaving his run down industrial building, to the building he had been gazing upon for days. He reached the door, lifted his arm, and knocked. He waited a few moments and heard shuffling of feet against the floor behind the door. An old woman answered the door.
"Yes, may I help you young man?" She asked her voice weak from age.
"Hello, Ma'am. I live across the street and wish to inquire as to what produces the light coming from," He stepped backward and pointed to the girl's window. "that window."
"Oh, that's Jenny's room. She loves blacks light and all sorts of lights. Girl loves colors, always has lights flashing in her room. Would you like me to tell her to cover her window?" The old woman asked.
"No, that won't be necessary, Ma'am." Anthony said with a smile.
"Oh, alright. Would you like to come in a speak with her, then?" The old woman asked, she was clearly trying to be a match maker.
"I'd like that very much so." Anthony said and stepped inside the building.
"People here don't usually get to have visitors, especially ones of the opposite sex. It helps to just cut off all types of addictions, you know?"
"I assume this is some sort of halfway house." Anthony said.
"We don't like those titles. We're just a place that helps people who need help, they come and go as they please." She said. "But Jenny is a dear, always so polite, sometimes I wonder why she's even here."
"May I ask why?" Anthony asked.
"Ecstasy. That was her drug of choice, but she seems so fine without it; always smiling, always happy. Everyone loves her, she can brighten the gloomiest of faces. That girl has a gift." The old woman said as they began to ascend the stairs.
"She sounds amazing." Anthony said.
"That word doesn't even grasp it, young man." The old woman looked back at him. "What is your name, anyhow?"
"Anthony." He said.
"Do they have last names where you come from?" She asked turning back up towards the top of the stairs.
"My last name, given to me by my father, is Roussolinni."
"That sounds like some kind of pasta." The old woman said. "I love pasta, you used to be able to give me some pasta and I'd just go crazy. I once sucked a colored fella's cock because he brought me pasta, can't remember what kind it was though...Oh, well."
They turned a corner and stopped.
"Here we are." She said and opened the door. "Jenny! This is Anthony, he wants to met you. Have fun." She started walking past Anthony, who stood completely still. "Well, what are you waiting for? She was just telling me how horny she's been, no sex in six months can do that to a girl. You'd better make her hurt tonight." Then she waddled off into the distance. Anthony slowly entered the room.
"Did she tell you I haven't had sex in six months?" Jenny asked. Anthony nodded. "She always does that. But it's true."
"I apologize." Anthony said very uncomfortable in the current situation.
"It's fine. So what's up?" She asked.
"Well, I don't mean to impose or make you uncomfortable but I live," He pointed out the window toward his own. "right over there and I couldn't help but notice the constant light coming from your window."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said and jumped to her feet, turning a few off.
"No, it was no problem. I just thought that it would be the lights, not you, that would hold my attention." He said.
Jenny looked at him.
"You're funny, I like you." Jenny said starting to blush. "You should come over more often."

-Sir Jestro