Vampirism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1) - The Taste of Blood

Submitted: February 18, 2010

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Submitted: February 18, 2010

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THE TASTE OF BLOOD

My clothes were positively wrecked.  Well, that’s what I get for sleeping under a tree!

 

When I went back outside, I noticed that everything was blurry. And I hadn’t been able to smell blood. I then remembered another myth about vampires – they only came out by night. It obviously didn’t kill me to be outside in daylight, but it clearly had adverse effects on me.

 

 

 

When night fell, I realised I wasn’t tired. Do vampires sleep? I slept last night, but that might’ve been because the vampire blood was still transfusing through me.

 

Anyway, I decided that I would hunt.

 

But it would be someone I really hated.

 

The college bully. I laughed to myself. This vampire lark was getting interesting.

 

I walked down to his house stealthily. I was the only thing on the silent streets, apart from a few owls and cats. I was careful not to make any noise.

 

I entered his house though the front door – or the hole that was left after I ripped it off with my supernatural strength. I was in the living room. I smiled. This was so easy. Should I kill his whole family? More blood. Hunger possibly quenched. Can’t leave his family depressed. I would see how full I was after course number one. I climbed up the stairs to his room and entered. He was sleeping soundly on his bed.

 

I leant over him, savouring the moment.

 

Then he woke up. Oh shit.

 

“E-Edd??”

 

I smiled darkly.

 

“Hello.”

 

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

 

“Well, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so let me show you.”

 

I opened my mouth widely and my fangs came to life. Again I felt my senses heighten.

 

“What the fuck- holy shit – Edd – what’re you-”

 

I bit his neck and sucked his blood. I tasted who he was – physically strong, but cowardly. Mentally weak. Scared. Foolish. And then- dead.

 

Who knew blood tasted so good? I was captivated by the taste of it.

 

I smelt his sister’s in the next room. It smelt better than his: purer, younger, cleaner. I fed on her too, while she was asleep. My mouth was dripping. I might as well take his parents, too. They lay together, sleeping peacefully. Not knowing that their two children were dead, or that they too were about to die.

 

Their blood didn’t taste as good- it was old and infused with bad things.

 

I walked out of the house, my hunger satisfied.

 

I took a few steps from the house and thought…

 

What have I done?!


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