Rebellion
Chapter one: Hunting Habits
EPOV.
It was midnight, and the clouds were so dense it was pitch black darkness in the alleys. Only scum would be out this late in this weather. Even humans could tell a storm was brewing at this point. I walked though alley after alley, waiting for the inevitable. On a night like this all the bad seeds come out to play. The darkness was their cover and the rain would wash away their troubles. Finally I heard it. I found what I was seeking. I found them in an alley behind some storage building. A woman was crying on the ground and two men were standing over her, jeering. I picked up the thoughts of the men.
What the hell, we may as well have some fun with her. Disgusted, I tried to tune out his thoughts, when the second man's thought bounced in my head. They were very much alike to the first guy's. Slowly I approached them, as quietly as I could. I did not want to alert them to my presence just yet. I could feel my eyes change color, as I acknowledged my thirst and hatred for these two humans. The woman had started begging, and the men leaned in to say something crude to her. One slapped her. I would kill him first. As he hit her again, she protested loudly. For that, the man kicked her.
"I believe she told you to stop." I said in my lowest, most threatening voice. The men whipped around to face me. They were surprised to see I was only standing a foot away from them. I knew I looked frightening, but they cowered so obviously that it almost made me think they were innocent. Almost. They were wearing suits and trench coats. They had hats on pulled low over their eyes. They were pathetically trying to appear tough, puffing out their chests and standing as tall as they could. Their thoughs revealed that they were both scared "shitless". They knew they were going to die. I had chosen to wear black that night. The color contrasted so much against my skin, it was very apparent I was the color of death. My onyx eyes were narrowed and menacing. My hair was messily coverin my forehead. I truly looked like a vampire when I flashed my bright white teeth at them. They tried to back up but stumbled on the uneven cobble stones. I leaned around the men to see the woman. She was staring at me wide eyed. She didn't know what was going on. She had a cut and I could smell the blood. She needed to leave before I made a mistake.
"Run. Go now!" I demanded. She didn't hesitate. She got up and run past me, flinching slightly. Her low heel was broken so she was limping slightly. Her dress was a classic flappers dress and the material swished violently around her thighs. Her short brunette hair was disheveled and dirty. She was running as fast as she could, as she left the backroad, without a backward glance. I waited awhile until i faced the two men. I could still hear her running but she was a distance away.
"What was that for? You'll be sorry." The man who had hit the woman said. He was obviously the leader.
"I do not think I will be. You however..." I let the sentance trail off, and smiled brightly at them. They cowered. I pushed the man who hadn't spoken yet into the wall. He slumped down unconcious. I did not want him to get away.
"Antonio! Man, what the hell!" The man was startled by my strength. He backed up until he hit the wall. He was shaking violently. I stood very still. Using my vampiric speed to break his wrist. He did not even know I moved. He howled in pain and grabbed his arm. He was crying in fear and in pain. I heard his thoughts.
"God is not going to help you now." Hi eyes widdened as he realized I could hear what he was thinking. "You raped and murdered to many women. Suzie, Anna, hmm, oh, your own sister. Granted you didn't rape her, but you let Antonio, didn't you."
"She was a slut anyway. She stole-" He was cut off by my breaking his other wrist. He still did not realize I moved. His cries of pain were very loud. I was getting to thirsty to keep his up. I grabbed his neck, and he screamed. I bit into his neck and drank, untill after his screaming stopped. I threw him down and turned to Antonio. I drank from him quickly. I had to hurry before someone wandered back here. I threw there bodies in the dumpster and threw a match in there. Quickly, the whole inside caught fire. The brilliant flames were the typical red and yellow colors, withe the occasional blue and green flame from something in the trash. I could smell the bodies burning, they were probably beyond recognition now. I left using the same backroads as before. No one saw me go in, no one saw me go out.
On the walk home my mind was consummed with thoughts. Not unuasual. In fact, a vampires mind was infinitely busier that a human's, but now I was wishing for those mundane brains, humans possessed. Human blood was much more satisfying then animal blood. Why deny something I was destined for? I lost my soul and became a monster. Carlisle is right about innocents. They do not deserve to have life brutally sucked out of them. The men I killed tonight, though, they were not innocents. They deserved justice. They needed to be stopped before they completed their plans on that girl. But was my actions any better then theirs?
Hmm. Edward is confused. Please reveiw. Tell me what you think. I don't mind constructive critisism...or even flat-out Flames. Review if you like it, reveiw if you hate it. Tell me why!
Thanks, Lita.
