Frenzy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a short story. Not long enough to warrent a summary.

Submitted: August 01, 2010

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I was sitting on the floor, leaning up against the chair. Doesn't make sense now, does it? Oh well, I like it that way. It was dar. Night. The shades were drawn, as to not let the moonlight in. For all the vampire novels that had been brought to me, it made no sense that the vampires could go out in the full moon, when the moon's light is just a reflection of the suns. Not even that half-moon is safe. Only in the shadows... But what prey would be stupid enough to go down a dark alley at night? Humans were pretty dull, but not that much so...
But I needed blood. The lust for it was driving me insane. I couldn't take much longer. But I couldn't go out. The light burned.
I closed my eyes and growled softly, attempting to keep myself from running out into the night. I bit my own arm, and growled more. So long as I could keep myself sitting, I could keep myself from my demise. It wasn't working, but the moment I stood up, Lawrence walked into the room.
Lawrence is my friend The only one that seemed to survive the Wars, other than me. To human eyes, his movements would appear lucid and flawless. Tom smooth to be normal, but as far as the undead go, he was uncoordinated. His eyes were a deep red, as mine were, from thirst. There is no good way to describe a vampire: Narrow-minded humans tend to think we all look the same, and who am I to attempt proving the subtle differences that make our appearance unique from each other? But then, the only people that ever meed vampires don't live long enough to tell another of our appearance.
"Control yourself," he said, "Surely your thirst can wait a few more nights 'till the moon wanes."
"Apologies," I said rather sarcastically, "unlike you, there's not so much longer I can take this. My lips have waited thrice as long as yours , and here you stand giving me jive about waiting?"
His eyes narrowed. He knew I was right. Thus, he turned around and leaved me to my misery.
But the distraction was enough. I was then able to collect myself with an intake of air, and descended back to the floor.
I found my next stream of thought to be quite intriguing: Lawrence had power over me. Even though, as female, I was stronger. As 500 years of age, he was starting to decay. As stated before, he is not a very nimble vampire. His movements were slower than most. He was ill. How was it possible that this weak old man could have control over my every action? This angered me. I gave a growl of discontentment, then pressed my forehead to my knees.
At that moment, this sudden anger overtook me. Lawrence really could control me, and he knew it. I snarled in antipathy. Surly a strong vampire like e could take on the dying flesh that had become of my once-great leader, and once-great friend. Age wasn't agreeing with him. He was now vulnerable. The 278 years that I have known him had broken him, and it was time for his departure. I now spit on the days so long ago, as I was desperate enough for anyone, being freshly turned. And even his blood would keep me sane long enough for the moon to grow slim, and I could walk about and find my prey.

As it goes, I greatly underestimated my old friend. He sensed me coming.As I was behind him, ready to snap his neck, he surprised me by lashing around quickly, getting hold of mine. I felt myself hit the floor, him over me. His fangs dug deep into my throat, biting it out. He chuckled. Nay, snickered. With quick slashes of his fingernails, deep cuts appeared on my skin. They burned. His snicker became meniechle. What little blood I had left in me was oozing out. I struggled to come out of his grasp, but he wouldn't allow it. He drank from the wound where m throat used to me.
"You think you could overtake me?" H said in between gulps. "Mutiny! It was I who turned you! Learn this: Never attack something you can't kill. Look at what it's done to you! Fool!" He then sighed. Again, between gulps, he said: "Blood lust has left your mind scarred. I guess it is my fault for not allowing you to feed while you could But you idiotic..."
That was all I herd before opaque death gripped me.


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