on
into West Texas. I guess it was just preference. Personally, I would have been
the one trying to save the deer. I could not bear to see an animal suffering or
the light leave their eyes. It was heartbreaking for me to see. Surely this was
my hell. To feed off of humans and to see the light fade from their eyes.
“We hunt from New Orleans
on into Texas, Mississippi, and Mexico,” he tells me. “We go as far as we need
to go in order to remain discrete.”
“Also one warning, our
blood also heals. So if you were to only bite someone it will cause them
excruciating pain while we feed off of them. If you then feed your victim your
own blood it allows for the change to occur. Just because you feed off of
someone does not mean they will change. You have to feed them your blood as
well, thereby completing the transformation.
I tend to abstain from
biting someone whose torture I want to prolong. If you feed a victim very little
of your blood it heals them. As long as you do not feed off of them, the change
will not occur. As you learned I drank from you and in turn you drank from me,
this allows my blood to spread through you and create a new vampire. The blood
of a vampire kills the mortal body and the blood also revives it. There aren’t
many of our kind, as it is a difficult process to begin. Most of us generally
give in to our very nature and kill our prey instead,” he clarified.
“The sun is almost up,
let’s get you settled,” he tells me.
“What day is it?” I asked
him.
“It is Tuesday. You have
been out of it for about three nights,” he answers nonchalantly.
Three days, I had been in
excruciating pain for three days and now it is as though that time never
happened. It felt like an eternity, lying there being tortured all the while.
Not knowing if I was dead or alive, in heaven or hell. Together we walk through
the French Quarter only now it is quiet, all is still. The partying on my final
night as a human has long since died away. Sure there was a straggler here or
there, but it was mainly the workers of the French Quarter cleaning the filth
for another day.
We walk the streets in
silence. The birds chirping on occasion to break the silence. The cicadas
singing in the early morning. I see the early morning rays of sunshine. It is a
new dawn. I have been reborn. The beginning of another life. One without my
family. One where they are no longer a part of my future. When I fed of that
man in the cemetery, I finally understood why I could not be there for them.
They are human and I am not. The instinct to feed overpowers me. It is one that
cannot be controlled at the drop of a hat. There is no on and off switch. I had
to concede that they were better off without me.
We approach Jack’s house
just as the sun begins to come up. I walk over to a nearby bench and look at
the sun as it rises from the east. I see the bright orange and yellow of the
sky and I remember how beautiful it looks. I turn to look at Jack and realize
he does not sparkle, like glitter, nor did we ignite into flames. He had a certain
glow about him. The kind of glow that gave him a certain mysterious aura. It
was so strange. Only in the sun did I notice how different he appeared to me.
His skin so pale, chalky, almost sickly.
Jack had explained that
naturally people avoid us and most do. However, some people still tend to
disregard that little instinct that screams danger. We are able to live amongst
them as friends, coworkers, and neighbors. He did inform me that given my “recent
departure” as he put it, that there is an active missing persons’ case on me.
Again I felt that pain,
the tear at my chest and I saw his eyes tear with blood. I was saddened by the
news he had given me. I was officially missing. I was not entirely sure what
all that entailed for me or what the future held. I knew I could not stay in
New Orleans. Sooner or later we would run into each other and how would I
explain my absence. I felt Jack hand as he
into West Texas. I guess it was just preference. Personally, I would have been
the one trying to save the deer. I could not bear to see an animal suffering or
the light leave their eyes. It was heartbreaking for me to see. Surely this was
my hell. To feed off of humans and to see the light fade from their eyes.
“We hunt from New Orleans
on into Texas, Mississippi, and Mexico,” he tells me. “We go as far as we need
to go in order to remain discrete.”
“Also one warning, our
blood also heals. So if you were to only bite someone it will cause them
excruciating pain while we feed off of them. If you then feed your victim your
own blood it allows for the change to occur. Just because you feed off of
someone does not mean they will change. You have to feed them your blood as
well, thereby completing the transformation.
I tend to abstain from
biting someone whose torture I want to prolong. If you feed a victim very little
of your blood it heals them. As long as you do not feed off of them, the change
will not occur. As you learned I drank from you and in turn you drank from me,
this allows my blood to spread through you and create a new vampire. The blood
of a vampire kills the mortal body and the blood also revives it. There aren’t
many of our kind, as it is a difficult process to begin. Most of us generally
give in to our very nature and kill our prey instead,” he clarified.
“The sun is almost up,
let’s get you settled,” he tells me.
“What day is it?” I asked
him.
“It is Tuesday. You have
been out of it for about three nights,” he answers nonchalantly.
Three days, I had been in
excruciating pain for three days and now it is as though that time never
happened. It felt like an eternity, lying there being tortured all the while.
Not knowing if I was dead or alive, in heaven or hell. Together we walk through
the French Quarter only now it is quiet, all is still. The partying on my final
night as a human has long since died away. Sure there was a straggler here or
there, but it was mainly the workers of the French Quarter cleaning the filth
for another day.
We walk the streets in
silence. The birds chirping on occasion to break the silence. The cicadas
singing in the early morning. I see the early morning rays of sunshine. It is a
new dawn. I have been reborn. The beginning of another life. One without my
family. One where they are no longer a part of my future. When I fed of that
man in the cemetery, I finally understood why I could not be there for them.
They are human and I am not. The instinct to feed overpowers me. It is one that
cannot be controlled at the drop of a hat. There is no on and off switch. I had
to concede that they were better off without me.
We approach Jack’s house
just as the sun begins to come up. I walk over to a nearby bench and look at
the sun as it rises from the east. I see the bright orange and yellow of the
sky and I remember how beautiful it looks. I turn to look at Jack and realize
he does not sparkle, like glitter, nor did we ignite into flames. He had a certain
glow about him. The kind of glow that gave him a certain mysterious aura. It
was so strange. Only in the sun did I notice how different he appeared to me.
His skin so pale, chalky, almost sickly.
Jack had explained that
naturally people avoid us and most do. However, some people still tend to
disregard that little instinct that screams danger. We are able to live amongst
them as friends, coworkers, and neighbors. He did inform me that given my “recent
departure” as he put it, that there is an active missing persons’ case on me.
Again I felt that pain,
the tear at my chest and I saw his eyes tear with blood. I was saddened by the
news he had given me. I was officially missing. I was not entirely sure what
all that entailed for me or what the future held. I knew I could not stay in
New Orleans. Sooner or later we would run into each other and how would I
explain my absence. I felt Jack hand as he
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