It’s dark. The pathetic humans are asleep. Or dead. Probably dead, considering one of tem was having their blood drunk. The blood was delicious. The best I’d had in weeks. Everything was going brilliantly.
Then the boyfriend woke up.
“What-the-fuck?!” he screamed.
“Michelle?” he called to her, “Michelle, can you hear me? Michelle! MICHELLE! MICHELLE, SPEAK TO ME!!”
I smiled. “She’s not coming back, human.”
“Will someone tell me,” he said, unsure whether he was sad or angry, “what the fuck is going on? What did you do to her?”
I laughed mirthlessly. “Three guesses. No worries, you’ll be with her soon.”
And then I bit into his neck.
I had been living like this for a month or two. I had grown accustomed to feeding every week, and enjoyed the taste of blood.
I always moved town after a feeding, lest I be accused of murder. I could be tracked down as a serial killer by the FBI or something, which was much worse than being imprisoned for a few years, but I figured I might as well go out with a bang. A vey bloody bang.
The human in me was almost gone. I fought to keep my sanity, to prevent myself from becoming a monster.
My human side didn’t want me to feed, but my instinct knew I must. I reasoned to survive, that was how I justified human slaughter. When I was hunting, I completely shut out all human compassion. That way, I felt no remorse and thoroughly enjoyed the hunt.
But once my hunger was satisfied, I felt disgusted with myself. But at least the beast was satisfied.
My human side also wanted to settle down; but I knew that was impssoble. What an absurd idea. I’d be fucked within a week. No, better to carry on, travelling through towns. Never stopping. Never smelling the roses. Never letting anyone in.
I couldn’t live like this forever. There must be some sort of vampire rehab. I could go there and stop murdering humans. But for now, I had to keep going.
I sat in a flat I had rented in one town, one night when I wasn’t feeding, thinking. I had to do something. Not just because of my guilt, but because I realised. My life was boring.
At once I knew what I must do. I had to track down the cunt who did this to me. And then I had to fucking kill him.
But I wondered how the hell I was going to find him. Finding one person in the whole country – no – could be the whole world was going to be hard. I tried to remember what he looked like. Extremely tall and muscular, shaven-headed, pale skinned (no shit) and aggressive looking.
I decided to be honest with myself. I had no idea how I was going to find him.
Defeated, I turned on the TV in the flat on.
“………… and the police have still failed to capture mass murderer Ronald Reaper… the despicable man somehow drains his victims of all their blood while killing them. He has baffled scientists at how he accomplishes such a feat, with only a small mark on the victim’s neck. If you have seen this man then please call this number…”
I gasped. The picture on the screen was the vampire I had met in the pub.
“…… Reaper was last seen in………………………”
That wasn’t far from here.
My mind was made up. I was tracking this vampire who cursed me, Ronald Reaper. I was going to make him pay.
I left for the city he was last seen in straight away. It was a few hours away, but I could get there in half an hour by speedgliding. That’s the name I gave for an ability I had: I sort of flew, at extremely high speeds, and sort of looked like a winged creature. I guess that’s where the myth that vampires could turn into bats came from.
When I landed, I realised I still had huge task ahead of me: finding Reaper and then killing him was still going to take a while.
After hours of searching, I finally found him, in a club. Surrounded by friends and female vampires, of course.
I approached him.
“Hello there, sir,” I said darkly.
“Who do you think you are, coming in here, talkin’ shit to me? Now piss off, or you’ll be caught up in shit you don’t understand.”
Same patter, as always. He was just for show. “Like hell I will,” I said with hatred.
“Oh, it’s you, punk. I wondered if you’d – survive,” he smiled, “I suppose you’re here for revenge.”
“Damn right I am.” I said resentfully. Then I noticed one of the female vampires was the one who had originally allured me. Although now, she looked at me as if I were now worthy.
She smiled at me and I smiled back.
“Hey,” she said, “long time no see, hu- whatever. I’m Rose.”
She giggled. Even now I seen her from a vampires point of view, she was extremely sexy.
“Let’s go then,” said Reaper. I felt a tangle of emotions rising in me. Hatred, anger, fear, love, lust, anticipation and adrenaline.
All this was lost to instinct as I opened my fangs and began to fight.