That look in her eyes. Fear, sadness, disappointment. It broke my heart. She was there, shaking her head, tears in her eyes, from a safe distance from me. I couldn't even blame her. My brother standing by her, an arm around her waist, holding her close, comfortingly. He was also looking at me, but he wasn't scared. Disappointed, maybe, but not afraid of me.
I swallowed the last of the blood I had gulped down and dropped the girl to the ground, lifeless. I looked down. Once again rehab didn't take. I went back to human blood. This time it took under a month. She had given me one last chance and I blew it. Just like that. I looked back at the woods I had just exited considering making a run for it, they wouldn't chase me. But I couldn't. I couldn't move.
I just finally found the strength to look up at them again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. I knew it was over. Her eyes said it all. She didn't even need to talk. I muttered a bloody "I'm sorry". I could feel the blood drying all around my mouth, down my chin.
She gasped quietly through the tears when she noticed the look in my eyes had changed. I didn't feel guilty anymore.
The humanity switch was off.
The ripper was back.