To be a vampire (The Urge continued)

now sitting fully upright Dan's eyes seemed to glow in the warm light of his room. The once hazel irises full of heat were now cold and icy, not unlike Phil's but with an extra hint of malice shining through. Thoughts rushed through his head but many were insignificant compared to the one which outshone the rest and created a deep pain in his upper lip, drawing blood on his lower. It was a powerful urge, one that made him whimper at the thought – he was hungry, hungry for blood. Curling back his upper lip, fully releasing his gleaming fangs, Dan looked to Phil for help, however, being as inexperienced as each other, Phil just shook his head.

The urges began to grow within the both of them and Dan began to lose self-control, the only thought in his messed up brain was 'feed'. Dan had to feed, now! As the pangs of hunger grew ever more powerful in his stomach he could no longer take it and rose slowly in order to try and control his urges. Snarling, he dribbled on his t-shirt and walked over to the door, turning the handle cautiously, afraid of his new strengths. Despite his attempts it broke and Phil watched with curiosity. However, Phil needn't watch any longer as Dan sped down the stairs and out onto the London streets.

Dan glanced around furiously, taking in the variety of people and noticing how appetizing their flesh looked and realizing how easy it would be just to take a person. No one would notice, there were too many people around to notice a single missing. These gory thoughts plagued his mind like a disease, if he were still human these thoughts would have never even touched his brain so it was indeed much like a disease, and not a very pleasant one at that. These thoughts stuck until the perfect meal around, he waited, sniffing the air like a maniac, his eyes wide. By the time the victim walked by, people were giving him a very wide berth – he must have looked like a complete psychopath – he probably was a psychopath in human terms. As he was sniffing the air, obviously it was the smell that hit him first, not the appearance. The once pungent aroma of blood was now a sweet smelling scent that made his mouth water.

Suddenly he felt his feet move towards the target, a young girl in her twenties, picking up the pace as he gained distance. He was panting now, whether with excitement or hunger, he did not have time to decide as the girl turned sharply down an alleyway, her black hair flowing behind her in the light breeze. This was Dan's opportunity, probably the best one he had as there was no one in the vicinity to witness him rip her throat out. No! he thought to himself, he was letting his hunger get the better of him, it was not good to think such things, he would be subtler about it. To his advantage Dan's newly acquired silence meant the girl had not noticed him yet, which allowed him to creep up on her. He stayed light on his feet, his eyes blazing and fangs out in the open, before reaching out a single pale hand.

His hand moved like a lightning flash, flipping the girl over and grasping her throat tightly, slowly eking the life out of her. The girl's eyes widened in horror and she writhed in terror or pain. A feral snarl escaped Dan's lips and he thrust his jaw into her neck, piercing the soft flesh and drawing blood which then dripped onto his tongue, sending a warm sensation to his brain. Dan shivered with pleasure and lapped up yet more of that red, sticky liquid, he just couldn't stop himself. Part of him though, began to question what he was doing; would this lose him his humanity? Was this right? Of course, it had to be, it was his new way of life, without this blood Dan would die. Slowly regaining his thought process, he pulled away from his victim, licking his lips to scrape up the tasty remnants left on his face.

The girl then began to groan in pain and he whipped his pale face towards her, gazing over her limp form. Deciding out of his good will and kindness, he kicked her barely alive body away from him. It would be a justice to kill her but he felt his human-self creating a will to let her live no matter the cost. Dan then proceeded to take two steps towards the girl, his once clumsy gait now graceful and clean, an aspect that Dan should not humanly possess, although he was no longer human, so he did. The girl whimpered in fear as he stood over her, "A-a-are y-you d-Dan h-h-Howell, err, y-youtuber?" Dan's eyes widened in shock, a fan, he could not believe his bad luck, something that unfortunately had not changed since his transformation. Both he and Phil had been cursed with bad luck since birth and it was that bad luck which had landed him in this situation in the first place, in particular, Phil's bad luck.

Returning back to his current situation, he stared at the girl with those brown eyes of his and the girl's bright green eyes stared back, watering slightly. Then Dan found himself doing something that his old self would have never had done, he reached down slowly and placed a finger on her lips, "Wait here." He whispered, before walking over to the opposite wall and placing his hands on it, fingers spread out. What was he doing, playing about like this, if you could even call this playing? It just wasn't right, or humane, but he wasn't human anymore. Dan had to keep reminding himself of that fact or he may just label himself a monster. Monster, that single word reverberated in his head and reminded him of his fate. Tears began to fall from his lifeless eyes and he banged his head against the stone cold wall in grief, drawing painless blood from his forehead with every smash. Eventually, Dan stopped his actions and fell to the floor, weeping and snivelling as he went, before curling up into a sad little ball and falling asleep in a puddle of his own blood and tears…