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Chapter 1: Blood in the thickening forest
EPOV
Hunting had become a mundane necessity in my soulless life. What had once thrilled me to the point of arousal has now diminished into a small flicker of tactic to keep myself alive if that's what I am.
As my family became larger and couples began to form, hunting became a lonely venture that merely reminded me of my empty status. I would often hunt alone. My siblings and parents would always offer to accompany me, and I used to accept their offers, until their giddy states and their couple retreats into the shadows forced me to make hunting a solo endeavor.
"We will try to keep in under control" they would say, however their claims never turned out to be true. Their happiness became a constant reminder of what I lacked.
As I drained the lifeless mountain lion dry I got caught up in my depressive thoughts, my eyes ceasing to become the amber color they once possessed. The black hole I felt in my chest was shown through the constant tint of black in my eyes. Feeding never seemed to cure the darkness, both where it physically and emotionally resided.
The only emotion I felt was the same as the dead mountain lion lying limp in my arms, helpless and unresponsive. I had failed to be contrite with my kill, my appearance anything but pristine. I couldn't care any less in that moment how I looked. No one was here to see me anyways.
I arose from my crouched position and was about to begin my run back to the house when I heard it. A shrill scream in the distance, a human scream.
I knew I had travel almost fifty miles outside of human territory, and the scream came from even deeper into the thickening forest. Why this human had traipsed so far into the deep forest of Washington was beyond me, but something was drawing me to the sound. I had to see for myself.
I ran towards it, not sure what I would find or what I could do to make the screaming stop. As I grew closer a query of smells flooded my nostrils, causing them to flare and my hair to stand on end. Blood.
I stopped, knowing I was only about a hundred feet from the human, unable to move from my planted position.
The scent of the blood was more intoxicating than anything I had every smelled. Blood will always entice a vampire but there was something very different about this scent.
It was provocative, arousing, thrilling and like a drug I had immediately become addicted to. I needed it; this blood was all I needed in the world. Suddenly the hole that filled my chest began to ache and throb in its quest to heal.
The human's screams filled my ears again, as another smell flitted my senses. Vampire.
BPOV
Moving to the greenest place in North America would seem to have its advantages. However when planning a hike alone in a forever dense forest one would change their mind about the green.
Every tree looked the same. The stones seemed to clone themselves along the forgotten trail I found myself on. Charlie had warned me about venturing into the woods and of course I hadn't listened.
My thoughts and imaginations had gotten the best of me as I wandered further, forgetting where I had come and where I had gone. Sitting in one place seemed to be the only solution I could come up with in the moment.
I settled down on a mossy log hugging my knees into my chest. Sighing I looked up into the sky seeing the light of day slowly slipping away from me.
How long had I been out here? A watch and a map might have been a good decision, but I was never one for planning ahead.
This day kept taking a turn for the worse, and now sitting here alone to my thoughts the day's events cycled through my mind.
"Jake you are such a stubborn ass sometimes" I said to myself, not sure why I had said this aloud. But here in the woods it didn't feel psychotic to talk to myself, it was therapeutic.
I smiled letting out a breathy laugh as I thought about how pathetic my situation had become. And then I heard something.
A small crack in the distance as if a branch had snapped under the pressure of something much more powerful. My head shot towards the sound.
Before I could even begin to think what had produced the noise I was airborne. I tried to scream but my breath had been taken from me by the ferocity of the attack.
I tried to open my eyes but something was blocking my vision. All I could feel was cold. It felt as if a marble vice was wrapped around me wiping me through the air.
What was happening? I couldn't even think let alone struggle. The marble vice that held me negated any attempt at movement. The air was swept away from my lungs again as I heard a snap and felt my whole body slam against a hard surface.
Pain shot through my leg, I could not longer move my left foot. It had to be broken.
Tears were surfacing at the brim of my eyes but fear took over in an attempt to save me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I tried in vain to attempt to get up. My vision was still blocked by something over my face and as I tried to remove it the marble vice was back again with a vengeance.
"Touch it and you die a slow painful death", a piercing voice said.
Every syllable spoken had a growl tinted at the end. The voice was animalistic and callous, sending a chill down my spine.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I retorted, unable to keep the tremble from my voice.
Worse case scenarios played through my head. I had always been a horror movie junky but never had I thought I would be stating the cliché line right before a psychopath took my life.
I had always found those movies so unrealistic. Charlie and I would watch them together and as the killer was about to claim his next victim the person would always ask, "who are you? What do you want?"
As I lay here asking the same question, my own real life horror movie was playing out in the blink of an eye. Goodbye Charlie, I love you, take care of Renee for me.
