Okay now for all of you reading my other stories don't wort I'm working quite diligently on them and have several chapters written. They will be posted soon. This is a response to a challenge and I couldn't decide which one to do soooooo I'm doing both hope you enjoy! Review please and yes I know it's a pretty lame title so sue me.
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The Demon Within Chapter 1: Blood Lust
Again came the hunger, came the madness, came the burning, the pain. He let it overtake him as he always did. Tonight, within night's cold embrace, he will hunt. He has to hunt or the cold blackness overtakes him and madness is all there is. He had learned to control the madness but he had also learned his limits. One can only control the madness for so long before it consumed you.
After nearly three weeks at sea he would need more than one feed to satisfy the madness until the next time they made port. Sometimes he couldn't believe how long he could last. Around the end of the three weeks it grew almost unbearable. When he was not working around the ship he would just curl on the floor and let the burning take him.
He moved into the darker areas of the coastal city, removing his shirt so as not to get blood on it. If he came back to the ship like that he would have many questions to answer. He stood in the streets for a moment and silently thanked his fun-loving captain for choosing a larger city to make port. It had been a while since he had had a good meal.
He tucked the shirt into a crevice in one of the more run down buildings and then scaled it with ease. He took a deep breath as the wind blew into his face, filling his senses with the scent of his prey. He took note of his surroundings so as to be able to return for his shirt and leapt across to the next rooftop.
He flew through the air and landed on the next rooftop with complete silence. He lifted his head as he caught the scent of a man walking below. He peered over the edge and wrinkled his face in disgust at the scene below.
A man staggered through the dark alley mumbling to himself. He was quite obviously drunk. He snorted as he caught the man's awful scent.
"Tainted." He growled lowly, but by this time the madness was too great to resist.
He jumped down and pushed the drunken man against the stone wall of the alley. The putrid smell of the man almost made him gag. He grabbed the man's head and wrenched it to the side exposing the man's pulsing jugular.
There was a click as a pair of fangs shot out from the man's eyeteeth. He sank them into the drunk's neck and began sucking hungrily. The man grew weaker as his blood was taken from him. He fell to the ground and went limp the man's strong grip.
The drunk soon ran dry and after he did the hunter began to lap up any missed droplets from the ground and from himself. He spat in disgust as he finished this small portion of his meal.
"Drunken bastard. Disgusting." He growled as he scaled yet another building with the man slung over his back.
He ran to the docks, tore the man to pieces, and threw him into the water. It would look like a tragic accident. The wind picked up yet again but this time he almost drooled at the sweet aroma it carried. He turned and took a deep breath, filling his senses with this all too alluring scent. This one would be delicious. He followed the enticing aroma to its owner. He turned the corner to see a woman walking down the road.
Her looks matched her scent. She was perfect in every way. He didn't get a meal like this very often he would take advantage of this. This one he would have fun with.
He scaled another building and watched as she left the city limits and went into the forest beyond. He went after her, leaping above her in the trees. He jumped onto the low branch as she passed by and let out a small chuckle as she jumped.
"Oh you scared me!" She said her breath flowing towards his face.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked her.
"Walking with me." A gruff voice announced.
Another man emerged from the shadows behind her.
"I'm sorry but I don't know any of you."
"Well how about you get to know me?" The other man told her.
He approached her quickly and grabbed her shoulders, twisting her head to the side and opening his mouth to reveal long fangs.
He gave a slight jump at this but then the madness overtook him as he realized that this meal was going to be taken from him. She screamed as she saw his fangs and began to struggle. He leapt from his perch and tackled him to the ground quickly wrenching his head off sending blood spraying everywhere.
She screamed some more and he ran over to her.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he tossed away the severed head.
She nodded and leaned into him. He smiled and cradled her taking in a deep breath as her scent wafted up towards him.
"There there its okay." He cooed.
She sniffled and looked up at him.
"See?"
"It'll only hurt for a moment." He whispered in her ear.
"What?" She whimpered as she began to grow more afraid.
"Don't worry though. I wouldn't dream of wasting one such as you." He smiled and a wet grinding noise sounded out as his fangs slowly slid out.
She screamed but he covered her mouth and bit into her soft white neck. It was pure ecstasy. He had never tasted one as rich as her. It was amazing. No he would not waste this. He removed a bottle from a small bag he had been carrying around and allowed the rich red fluid to flow into the bottle before the wound healed itself. He set her down gently and licked the blood off of the edges of the bottle. He placed the cap on and put it back in the sack.
This is what kept the madness at bay while at sea. The blood was disguised as wine or beer and no one touched his alcohol or death came upon them he had made that clear.
He went through the night and fed on anyone that was unlucky enough to pass by. The only one who survived his hunt was the caller. Callers are those whose blood is so rich that almost no one can resist them. Most die from the hunter's hunger and loss of control at their alluring scent.
Dawn approached quickly. He had to make his way back to the ship before anyone else awoke. He walked calmly back to where he started, grabbed his shirt, donned it, then boarded the ship. He could only keep up this charade for so long but he still kept the hope that his inner demon would be kept a secret from his friends on board the ship. After all who would trust a Nightwalker?
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There we go the first chapter in this story. Hope you guys enjoyed I know I did. Review for me now I have to get to work on my other stories before they all come to my house and kill me in the middle of the night! Chow!!