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Chapter I

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The feeling of your throat peeling inside out from the constant burning and the thought constantly running through your mind that nothing can soothe the pain. Leaving you to claw at your throat desperately. As if it will somehow get rid of the pain.

That's how it feels to be thirsty.

Bright red eyes flashed as a dog's howl ripped through the night in the distance. Her slouched position in the snow showed how weak she was. She could barely hold up half of her body. Leaving little fractals of snow to slowly pile on top of her, covering her chilling body lightly. Her pants filled the silent air as another wave of pain erupted in her throat. She needed something to soothe the ache before she goes mad. She scanned her surroundings like a feline trapped in a corner, wanting desperately to get away. Humans were following her and she could feel them. Their presence alone brought a sinister shiver down her spine. She knew she couldn't fight them off with how she was right now.

Starved.

It also wasn't like she was going to fight them anyway. She loved humans. They lived in a world filled with light, devoid of the darkness that was all she knew. Though their lives were fleeting, she could see that they lived everyday with bliss. Oh how she wanted to be a part of it.

Another pain erupted from her throat, stronger than the last. Her tiny frame shook as she tried to gather her bearings. Making sure that she was still sane. Her fangs ached, begging to sink into someone's flesh and drink their blood.

Her senses were a hundred times more acute. Trying to pinpoint the nearest blood filled human for her to feast on. Finally pinning a location in her mind map, she made to move only to stop. She couldn't do it.

She made a vow to herself that she would not harm humans in any way. It didn't matter if she passed out or if the very beings she didn't want to harm caused her pain and suffering. She didn't want to taint her bloodstained hands any more.

They were getting nearer. She could hear their fast paced footsteps and constant shouts of "Come out monster!"

Taunting her.

She could also make out the flickering of at least two-dozen torches. Their pitchforks glinted in the moonlight giving them an eerie glow.

For the first time in her long life, she felt scared. She felt her body tense and stiffen, her eyes growing wide. They were coming nearer, closer. They were within one hundred feet from where she was. When suddenly, they stopped.

Her breathing became erratic. She felt her hunger dull from the adrenaline rushing through her body. But it was still there.

She was confused as to why they stopped, until she heard them talk amongst each other.

"We should head back for the night." A man who appeared to be in his late forties boomed. "The monster has probably gotten far away for us to catch up and we're already straying way too far from our homes. Who knows if more of it will attack our families when we're not present."

There were a chorus of agreement and they quickly retreated. Fearing the lives of their loved ones.

As she watched them leave, she clutched her chest, her pounding heart never ceasing. They left. They finally left her alone. After running for more than half of the night, exhaustion finally caught up to her.

Added by her hunger, the woman felt her eyes roll back into her head and she collapsed onto the soft snow.

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His wine-coloured eyes held no emotion whatsoever. They were empty pools of darkness. Contrasting with the whiteness of the falling snow under the moonlight.

He wandered aimlessly. Trying to find something that would somehow ease his loneliness. That thought in someway amused him. In his mind, he knew he wasn't supposed to feel anything akin to happiness or relief. He was damned to live in pain and suffering alone for all of eternity.

That was why he envied humans.

They lived in happiness and serenity. Yes their lives were fleeting, but it seemed to him that they were much more happier. They had a family, and loved-ones of their own. Everything about their lives was perfect. He would give absolutely anything to be apart of that world.

But alas, fate was not too kind to him. For he was a monster of the night, a tainted being born to destroy everything in his path.

He hated himself.

So lost in his own thoughts, he failed to notice his surroundings. It was only a second later that he realized someone breathing quite peacefully on the ground right in front of him. There was also a lump of snow where he heard the breathing.

Tilting a curious head to the side, he knelt down to the lump. Looking around it, he noticed dainty fingers poking out at one side. This caused a perfectly sculpted eyebrow to rise up. He went to grab the hand but stopped in mid air.

What if it was a human? A human that collapsed in the middle of the forest?

But what was a human doing under a pile of snow? Sleeping?

A thought clicked in his head. Humans couldn't bear the cold for long. They needed warmth to function and judging by the amount of snow covering this person, they would have been lying here for sometime now.

Curiousity filled him. Maybe it wasn't a human, but a being just like him.

A vampire.

Carefully grabbing the seen hand, he was quickly startled as the hand moved and gripped his outstretched wrist in a strong hold, almost crushing it. The snow pile quivered a little and slowly slid off into the ground as the person woke up.

As soon as all of the snow left the person's body and he could see who it was, he felt his breath hitch. Shining red blood eyes stared at him in hunger. It was obvious to him now that this person indeed was a vampire, and a hungry vampire at that.

His eyes slid down her form noticing the bones that poked through, signifying her malnourishment. It seemed that she has not been in fed in months.

While he was scrutinizing her, he failed to notice her eyes intensely trained on his neck. When he did, it was too late. She had already pinned him down on the ground in a show of raw strength that only starved vampires possessed. Without pausing to take a breath, she sank her fangs into his neck. He gasped.

His eyes grew wide for a fraction of a second while his body lay stock-still. He could feel his blood being sucked out of him. She was taking huge gulps.

On the fourth gulp that she took, he felt her stiffen on top of him. Taking this opportunity to get her off him, he threw her to a nearby tree, his breathing ragged. He felt uncomfortable. Nobody has ever drunk his blood before.

Also, from the things that he heard from other passing vampires, lovers only did this act.

Grabbing his neck protectively, he glared at the vampire he just flung across the clearing.

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