Blood Lust

Brief Summary:

To live, we humans hunt down witches. We crucify them. We put an end to their dreaded existence.

To live, we witches capture vampires. We sacrifice all to bring light, and burn their godforsaken souls into ashes.

To live, we vampires feed on human flesh. We lure them into our territory, and feast on their blood.

Our lives go around in a never-ending circle. This is our cycle.

Overall Summary:

One moment in time, witches ruled over all the earth. Now, unfortunately for one specific witch, she is the last one standing. Planning to avenge the death of her poor noble clan, and mostly her dear mother, she lives amongst the humans in order to hunt down the Night Killers. In other words, they are called vampires. However, what she expected the least turned into reality. Her hidden identity was exposed by a certain vampire she believed to most despicably detest. But strangely, he doesn't publicize her true form to his fellow brothers. All he asks for exchange is either her blood or…time.

Chapter One: The Night Killers

Before I could depend on my wings to carry me to every forbidden place, before I was taught to shield my eyes from the morning light, that reaper of mine began, "Be grateful I sucked your life at the right generation. You're lucky all the witches are now dead." Heh. What a joke that one was.

She appeared right before me. Appearing not to know a thing in her dense human form, she came into my land, my territory, and fooled every other of my senseless clan members. She could see through her eyes, and I could see through hers. She is able to see our treacherous form, and with it, what's underneath this pseudo skin.

To our brothers' eyes, she looks like a lost being wandering around in circles, searching for an exit that never existed. For a being quite different from us, she is surprisingly bewitching.

I look around from the grand floor that can be occupied only by me and my reaper, the Leader. It is located five more levels up from the place she stands, so she is unable, or not willing enough to look up at me.

They surround her with lust. I also notice it's not only the blood they want, but also her body. Even for me, that is understandable. I, too...am speechless.

She places her right hand over her heart making it seem as if she's even more helpless. For one thing, we devils are attracted to helpless beings. Just the way toddlers enjoy playing with their food before gulping it down; we love to toy with ours. Once the amusement time is over, we do not waste another second.

Her fabricated expression tells them to stay away which makes them want to go near her more. Her other, the left hand, starts to slowly move to her heart, the same place where her right hand is located. A sudden vibe strikes me. That pose, that stance is awfully familiar. I remember reading something quite like it before. From what I recall, it's one of those very unexpected and rare move that can be hardly detected. Once that move unleashes, the damage is demonic, wiping away all the creatures from thirty feet in reach. To this reasoning, it has been published only in three books. Most vampires have no knowledge about it.

With two hands over her heart, she closes her eyes. This move can only be done with full concentration. Once that focus is hindered in the slightest way, the plan would backfire. According to the book, it's a hazardous and risky move that could either save or kill. If it backfires, it becomes difficult to come up with another back-up spell. Their power leaves them for a certain period of time, taking away their advantage to attack. Once they're physically in touch with one of us, they come to a tragic end.

It's about time. My fellow brothers switch back into their absolute form. Once I unfold my wings, I dive down with an accelerating speed. With a blink of an eye, I have her in my arms. Although I don't directly look at her, I can see her dumbfounded face followed with a small and soft gasp. Soon, she starts to squirm around trying to escape. However, despite our well-advertised nature to suck the life of a human, we also have immense, unimaginable physical power. Escaping is hopeless unless we let our preys go.

Before I take her to my room which is at the very top level, I glance towards Eriol, my nemesis, who is infatuated with a certain royal human being. He believes I also have the same feelings for that exact being, but as he can now see, my hands are quite full. Just to tick him off even more, I mouth out the word, "M-I-N-E". He shoots out daggers from his eyes. I smirk.

I finally reach the top. At this state, it's impossible for her to escape. This room is the only one without an actual door. The window would be the only entrance and exit route.

I free her from my grasp. She backs away and starts to look around cautiously. I keep my eye on her while locking the window. The window also has an invisible barrier that cannot be broken with average strength. Her eyes are focused on the window. She must have realized it is the only source of retreat.

I glare down at her. I can see it. The feeling of insecurity covers her whole body. I make my move, slowly cornering her to the king-sized bed. With its silky red sheets, covers, and pillows, it looks like a miniature pool of blood. She trips over and falls into my sacred resting area. Like an instinct, she quickly gets up, but falls again as I hastily push her back down.

I go on top of her. I carelessly take her hands and put them over her head. Then I start, "You made the wrong choice to come to our clan. As long as I'm here, you cannot possibly erase them." She keeps silent, probably believing I have no clue she's a witch, but shoots an icy cold glance. "Besides, I thought the humans put an end to your existence."

Her eyes widen. She questions with bewilderment, "H-how did you know? My act was flawless."

That is expected. We vampires are not able to sense the difference between a human and witch's blood. However, in my case, it is different. I also am not too sure why I can smell her irresistible scent of blood. Who'd ever believe it'd be this different yet pleasing? I want to...taste it.

"I can smell it." I whisper in her ear. Her breathing stops, but I notice something else. Her hand gestures change every time I look at it. She is casting a spell.

"I'm guessing you're not an ordinary witch." I say. I twist her wrist, and she winces in pain crying out a little faint gasp. Her eyes are now tightly shut in agony.

Normally, witches aren't able to cast a spell with hand gestures. If they use their hands, they at least need to give a little chant. However, when it comes to the high-ranked witches, silent chants are a given. I even heard becoming a high-ranked witch is not too typical. They are either born with that blessing, or mediocre throughout.

I look down at her with an amused smile. She opens her eyes halfway, notices, and frowns.

"What are you? How can you smell my blood?" She once again tries to break away from my firm grip.

"What am I? You're soon-to-be master. And how can I smell your blood? That's a secret." I respond. One of my hand trails down her face. I stroke her baby soft cheek that is now burning red. I'm assuming it's out of fury. It goes even more down. To the side of her neck. I lightly kiss it only to see her reaction. She gulps. Once again, she has her eyes completely shut, and it makes me laugh inside. A part of me wants to see her plead, asking for mercy. The other side of me wants to see her beg for it. She does neither, and yet, it still entertains me.

I realize a tiny chain around her neck, and underneath her clothing, between her breasts is where the amulet lies. With curiosity, I gradually take it out. This time, she suddenly gasps all too loudly that it even gives me a shock. She speaks up, "Don't. Please, don't."

I am guessing she doesn't know much about our kind. "In our dictionary, the word, don't does not exist. And we never answer to the insignificant pleads." Then again, if she asked for me to take her, I'd probably do it without hesitation.

"It belonged to my mother." She soon tells me. I wonder if she believes I have the heart-of-heart to feel some kind of sympathy for her. We vampires are demons. Did she forget? We have no heart.

"It belongs to me now." I end up saying, and I, too am surprised for speaking such nonsense. However, if any of my other brothers were in this situation, especially that Eriol, he probably would have done the same thing. We give no mercy. That is our nature, isn't it? Sometimes, I don't understand why I'm so unsure of myself and my kind.

I pull it off her neck, and scrutinize the crystal pendant. It is shaped like a wand with a sharp edge.

Perfect.

I take the necklace, and with the sharp side, slit her forefinger letting the blood trickle down. She grimaces. I can feel myself growing excited. The scent of her blood fills the room. I can no longer hold it in. I bring down the wounded hand. She tries her best to take it back, but her strength doesn't even compare. She would be the hamster and I, the rat.

"It's not like you are human. Why do you live amongst them, ones who try to kill you?" After all, no matter how different they may be, rodents are rodents. "We are the same."

"You're right. I'm not human. And so, why do you plan to drink my blood?" I can tell she's infuriated. She continues, "Do not compare me to the likes of you. We are not the same."

I don't even pause to take in the words she spit out. I try not to care, so instead, I take her finger and put it in my mouth. I can kill her at this instance. I can bite deeply into her wound and spread the venom. Our fangs are like those of the cobras'. Deadly and poisonous. However, interestingly enough, our saliva has no bad effect. I suck until the bleeding stops. At this point, she's powerless.

I reach for her neck. "I can kill you off right now." I teasingly lick the side.

Looking ever so disgusted, she replies back saying, "I could have killed you off and your clan."

I admire the fact she can remain so calm even as Death approaches her. Having tasted her blood, it becomes even more tempting. I have never tasted such satisfying blood before. Can a witch's blood be this different? It makes me desire for more. And by doing so, I want to make her into one of us. I want to be the one who bites her. I want to be her reaper. I want to be her owner.

However, just biting away into a flesh and sucking their life out doesn't necessary make them a vampire soon after. This is an urban legend to humans. They believe all the humans we've tasted are now transformed into one of us. Of course it is possible. Possible, but very unlikely. It is not even a fifty-fifty gamble. When someone's bitten, they have 0.01 percent to relive again as vampires. My cousin and I were the only survivors in this particular clan. If Meilin was able to survive, this witch would probably bear with it, too. That is what I hope.

And...not to mention, but this is bad. I'm absorbed into my thoughts. At this rate...

I reach down slowly. The first thing that catches my eye is not the vein that pumps blood from the side of her neck. It is her eyes. She senses danger. She knows I'll do it. She also knows she cannot do anything about it, and this leaves her such pitiful look in her eyes that it starts to tear up. Looking deeply into it, I can see my own reflection. This hungry beast. This lustful beast. This heartless beast. I can see it rather clearly. Even so, I cannot stop myself. It has become too late.

Right before I urge myself to dig into the first layer, I hear the window shattering.

Eriol? I question myself. Has he gone mad?

With such an ever so disturbed expression, I face the unwelcomed intruder. No. I was wrong. It is far from that Eriol. The legendary guardian beast, Keroberos poses on his fours. The moonlight from above shines on his golden cloak like the raging fire. This form of a true beast is spectacular.

I look at him amazed, or moreover in awe...