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Being a vampire, Sylvia had come to learn, had its own peculiar set of pros and cons. The duality of her eternal life was a paradox, a constant tug-of-war between the allure of immortality and the burden of endless existence. On one hand, the gift of immortality bestowed upon Sylvia by her vampiric nature could be seen as a tantalizing prospect. The idea of living through the ages, witnessing the flow of civilizations, and accumulating knowledge and experiences beyond the reach of mortal beings held a certain mystique. It allowed her to amass wisdom and cultural insights that no human could fathom. The longevity of her life offered an uncharted canvas on which she could paint the diverse hues of history, embracing the beauty and complexity of centuries. So many attractive people keep being born, many faces to meet and seduce. Smoking too, Sylvia could do that without any worries of hurting her tongue and her strength was quite unmatched, she was also eternally beautiful .
However, the very immortality that presented itself as a gift bore the heavy weight of a curse. Sylvia, over the years, found herself entangled in the monotony of an unending existence. The repetitive nature of human interactions and the fleeting nature of mortal relationships became a stark reality. The excitement of new encounters gradually dulled as the centuries wore on, some people just were not that interested to keep Sylvia wanting to live. She wanted to know how it feels to disappear, to be mortal, once more, but that was an experience long gone.
She blew out the smoke, her eyes raking the landscape, when her nose scrunched smelling scent-- it was hard to decipher the scent with the smoke, but Sylvia could guess what type of person the scent came from- a hellhound, a demonic dog. Fun, hellhounds always tended to have a un eased sexy appearance to them. They were always restless, trying to keep everything in order, to guard the gates of where Sylvia belonged.
She wondered if she should approach him, tease him a bit, and offer him a smoke, but it seems she had no need for that, as he had already turned to her, asking for a puff. The corners of her lips spread, as she came closer to him, blowing smoke in his face, a lecherous grin expanding on her sharp features, “It seems that not only are you a dog, but a mind reader.” She reached through her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, extending it to him, but before he could reach it, she placed it behind her.
“For a exaggerate, I might need a kiss.” She puckered out her lips, coming closer to his, before she pulled away. “Relax,” She told him, “I merely jest.” she continued, throwing the cigarette to his lap. “You new?” She asked, “I imagine, I would remember a face like your’s.” She told him, leaning to the walls, as she blew out some smoke.