pump, pump, pump of its heart.
I stood up. My legs and arms felt strong, stronger than they’d ever felt before, and my senses were on overdrive. I could see details from trees miles away and discern the tiniest noise amidst a storm. My taste buds were much more receptive, too. Vampires still had to eat normal food to survive, so when Galahad had given me a chocolate bar that he had left over from his time in the town, I almost fainted with pleasure. The taste was like nothing I had ever tasted, except Jessica’s blood. It seemed to massage my whole body and envelope me in a blanket, and when I finished the sensation lingered for almost an hour.
I examined the deer, deciding which part of the body to go for. I could tear out its neck, which would see it bleed out in a matter of minutes, or I could go straight for its heart. In the end I didn’t have to make the decision, because Galahad leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Neck.” His breath was hot on my ear, and that too sent surges of pleasure all over my body. I didn’t know if it was my newfound vampire receptiveness, or just Galahad himself, but what I did know is that when he pulled away from me I wished he hadn’t.
I bent my legs and leaned forward, ready to spring across to the deer. There was about five yards between us, which for a vampire was nothing more than a hop. I’d killed a few animals over the past few days with Galahad, but this would be the first one I’d killed alone.
Beads of sweat trickled down my neck, making my shirt stick to my back. My palms were sweaty too, and my heartbeat quickened. I’d asked Galahad about that as well, why my heartbeat had stayed so steady when I’d beat up those boys, killed Jessica, and tried to kill my best friend. He’d told me that it was the blood frenzy. When a vampire is in a blood frenzy nothing can make them lose their cool. Now, as my heartbeat thumped in my chest, I wished that I could retain that coolness.
“Do it,” Galahad said.
“Okay,” I said, and leaped forward.
Time seemed to slow down in the air, and I could see the deer’s scared expression as he turned his head at me. Not quick enough, I thought, as my nails connected with his neck and gouged out a large chunk of his flesh.
The animal went berserk, squealing and coming up on its hind legs. I tried to finish it, but even with my vampire speed and strength I couldn’t get close to it as it kicked wildly. Its moans of agony were hard to hear, but harder still was the sight and smell of its blood. My body started to shake. I brought my hand, which was covered in blood, to my mouth and sucked.
Immediately my body tingled. I lay back, no longer caring about the deer or the hunt, and enjoyed the feeling of the blood. I stared up at the clouds, and in my blood-induced state, they seemed to shift and shimmer, and dance across the pale blue sky. The bright blue sky reminded me of Ben’s bright blue eyes, and then the sensation of pure pleasure was replaced with a mixture of pleasure and regret. What was I doing, lying in the grass enjoying myself when Ben was alone? What right did I have?
I was so out of it that I didn’t hear or see Galahad spring from where he’d been crouching and take down the animal. He did it with the ease of someone who has done the same thing over and over again until it has become second nature. He jumped across to it, almost lazily, and casually swiped at its neck. The animal suddenly fell and stopped moaning, Galahad turned to me with concern on his face.
“You need to do better than that,” he said.
I stood up and wiped my mouth, embarrassed by how I’d let the blood affect me.
“Sorry,” I said, staring at the ground, unwilling to meet his eye.
I heard, not saw him walked over to me, and then he reached up and held my chin. Once again I was surprised at how his touch could be so soft yet so firm. He tilted my head up and for one beautiful
I stood up. My legs and arms felt strong, stronger than they’d ever felt before, and my senses were on overdrive. I could see details from trees miles away and discern the tiniest noise amidst a storm. My taste buds were much more receptive, too. Vampires still had to eat normal food to survive, so when Galahad had given me a chocolate bar that he had left over from his time in the town, I almost fainted with pleasure. The taste was like nothing I had ever tasted, except Jessica’s blood. It seemed to massage my whole body and envelope me in a blanket, and when I finished the sensation lingered for almost an hour.
I examined the deer, deciding which part of the body to go for. I could tear out its neck, which would see it bleed out in a matter of minutes, or I could go straight for its heart. In the end I didn’t have to make the decision, because Galahad leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Neck.” His breath was hot on my ear, and that too sent surges of pleasure all over my body. I didn’t know if it was my newfound vampire receptiveness, or just Galahad himself, but what I did know is that when he pulled away from me I wished he hadn’t.
I bent my legs and leaned forward, ready to spring across to the deer. There was about five yards between us, which for a vampire was nothing more than a hop. I’d killed a few animals over the past few days with Galahad, but this would be the first one I’d killed alone.
Beads of sweat trickled down my neck, making my shirt stick to my back. My palms were sweaty too, and my heartbeat quickened. I’d asked Galahad about that as well, why my heartbeat had stayed so steady when I’d beat up those boys, killed Jessica, and tried to kill my best friend. He’d told me that it was the blood frenzy. When a vampire is in a blood frenzy nothing can make them lose their cool. Now, as my heartbeat thumped in my chest, I wished that I could retain that coolness.
“Do it,” Galahad said.
“Okay,” I said, and leaped forward.
Time seemed to slow down in the air, and I could see the deer’s scared expression as he turned his head at me. Not quick enough, I thought, as my nails connected with his neck and gouged out a large chunk of his flesh.
The animal went berserk, squealing and coming up on its hind legs. I tried to finish it, but even with my vampire speed and strength I couldn’t get close to it as it kicked wildly. Its moans of agony were hard to hear, but harder still was the sight and smell of its blood. My body started to shake. I brought my hand, which was covered in blood, to my mouth and sucked.
Immediately my body tingled. I lay back, no longer caring about the deer or the hunt, and enjoyed the feeling of the blood. I stared up at the clouds, and in my blood-induced state, they seemed to shift and shimmer, and dance across the pale blue sky. The bright blue sky reminded me of Ben’s bright blue eyes, and then the sensation of pure pleasure was replaced with a mixture of pleasure and regret. What was I doing, lying in the grass enjoying myself when Ben was alone? What right did I have?
I was so out of it that I didn’t hear or see Galahad spring from where he’d been crouching and take down the animal. He did it with the ease of someone who has done the same thing over and over again until it has become second nature. He jumped across to it, almost lazily, and casually swiped at its neck. The animal suddenly fell and stopped moaning, Galahad turned to me with concern on his face.
“You need to do better than that,” he said.
I stood up and wiped my mouth, embarrassed by how I’d let the blood affect me.
“Sorry,” I said, staring at the ground, unwilling to meet his eye.
I heard, not saw him walked over to me, and then he reached up and held my chin. Once again I was surprised at how his touch could be so soft yet so firm. He tilted my head up and for one beautiful
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