(technically vampires, but still people in my eyes) I would look at what I had to do as saving the lives of innocents. If I could hone my skill of sensing vampires, then maybe I could track and stop them before they attacked. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so terrible when I had to kill. Maybe.
Very carefully, I stepped into the last patch of brush, mindful of where I placed my feet. I didn’t want to snap a downed tree branch and alert the vampire of my presence. I knew I was already going to have a hard enough fight on my hands once I stepped into the clearing; I at least wanted the element of surprise on my side. As I drew closer to the open field, the vampire and its victim came into my line of sight. The girl being fed upon was barely a teenager, and from the looks of her outfit and hygiene, she was most likely a runaway. Suddenly my mind was bombarded with images of girls and boys in similar attire, each one dirtier and more unkempt than the next.
What the hell was that? Are those memories? Do I know those children?
I had no idea, but didn’t have the time to worry about it yet. I forced the images to the back of my mind and turned my attention back to the girl being fed on by the vampire. Her hair was a very dirty blond with large knots all over. Her clothes were ragged and thick with dirt and stains, her feet were bare. The top of her filthy shirt was drenched in her own blood, which pulsed from her neck with each beat of her heart. I found myself licking my lips with want. Very quickly—almost too quick for me to control—I leapt from the woods and charged toward the vampire like a stampeding bull. He abruptly turned away from his victim and crouched into an attack stance. Though I was moving at lightning speed, I was still able to get a very good look at him.
His face was sunken in and overly pale, his skin practically hanging on his bones. Dingy, matted hair fell into his eyes, which were a fiery orange, almost like they were glowing. Just like mine. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out; glowing eyes must have meant I was hungry . I tucked that piece of info away and pushed forward.
I was on the vampire in less than a second. I was grateful he was small and rather weak; it really helped me get him to the ground. He fell back into the soft, thick grass, and the two of us rolled around like frolicking dogs during mating season. The vampire kept trying to butt heads with me, his long, sharp fangs searching for my neck. I swung my fist hard and fast, making contact with his face just below his right eye. His head shot backward, temporarily dazing him. I was able to reposition myself around his waist, finally pinning him to the ground. Of course, he was back in full fight mode in a millisecond, fangs fully extended and a primeval growl coming from his throat. I grabbed hold of his wrists, feeling hard, sinewy muscles I couldn’t see. He was strong, regardless of his size. He kept trying to roll me off of him, but luckily I was stronger. I threw his arms back, pinning them against the ground.
Now what, Ava? I had him down, but had also inadvertently rendered myself useless. If I let go of his arms to try and punch him or something, I had no doubt he would rip my throat out. I tried pulling his arms together above his head so I could hold them with one hand, but he proved too strong. I was stuck.
Just then a large piece of pointed wood came whizzing past my head, plunging deep into the vampire’s chest. Dark, smelly blood shot into the air, narrowly missing me. I watched as it pumped out of his chest and poured over his sides, turning the grass beneath him from a lush green to nearly black as it spread. The vampire screamed in agony as the life (or un life) poured out of him. In shock, I could only sit there straddling him, watching intently as his screams slowly faded and the glow in his eyes was distinguished. After only a few seconds, there was nothing left but a bloody corpse. I quickly looked up, the
Very carefully, I stepped into the last patch of brush, mindful of where I placed my feet. I didn’t want to snap a downed tree branch and alert the vampire of my presence. I knew I was already going to have a hard enough fight on my hands once I stepped into the clearing; I at least wanted the element of surprise on my side. As I drew closer to the open field, the vampire and its victim came into my line of sight. The girl being fed upon was barely a teenager, and from the looks of her outfit and hygiene, she was most likely a runaway. Suddenly my mind was bombarded with images of girls and boys in similar attire, each one dirtier and more unkempt than the next.
What the hell was that? Are those memories? Do I know those children?
I had no idea, but didn’t have the time to worry about it yet. I forced the images to the back of my mind and turned my attention back to the girl being fed on by the vampire. Her hair was a very dirty blond with large knots all over. Her clothes were ragged and thick with dirt and stains, her feet were bare. The top of her filthy shirt was drenched in her own blood, which pulsed from her neck with each beat of her heart. I found myself licking my lips with want. Very quickly—almost too quick for me to control—I leapt from the woods and charged toward the vampire like a stampeding bull. He abruptly turned away from his victim and crouched into an attack stance. Though I was moving at lightning speed, I was still able to get a very good look at him.
His face was sunken in and overly pale, his skin practically hanging on his bones. Dingy, matted hair fell into his eyes, which were a fiery orange, almost like they were glowing. Just like mine. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out; glowing eyes must have meant I was hungry . I tucked that piece of info away and pushed forward.
I was on the vampire in less than a second. I was grateful he was small and rather weak; it really helped me get him to the ground. He fell back into the soft, thick grass, and the two of us rolled around like frolicking dogs during mating season. The vampire kept trying to butt heads with me, his long, sharp fangs searching for my neck. I swung my fist hard and fast, making contact with his face just below his right eye. His head shot backward, temporarily dazing him. I was able to reposition myself around his waist, finally pinning him to the ground. Of course, he was back in full fight mode in a millisecond, fangs fully extended and a primeval growl coming from his throat. I grabbed hold of his wrists, feeling hard, sinewy muscles I couldn’t see. He was strong, regardless of his size. He kept trying to roll me off of him, but luckily I was stronger. I threw his arms back, pinning them against the ground.
Now what, Ava? I had him down, but had also inadvertently rendered myself useless. If I let go of his arms to try and punch him or something, I had no doubt he would rip my throat out. I tried pulling his arms together above his head so I could hold them with one hand, but he proved too strong. I was stuck.
Just then a large piece of pointed wood came whizzing past my head, plunging deep into the vampire’s chest. Dark, smelly blood shot into the air, narrowly missing me. I watched as it pumped out of his chest and poured over his sides, turning the grass beneath him from a lush green to nearly black as it spread. The vampire screamed in agony as the life (or un life) poured out of him. In shock, I could only sit there straddling him, watching intently as his screams slowly faded and the glow in his eyes was distinguished. After only a few seconds, there was nothing left but a bloody corpse. I quickly looked up, the
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