As my dad moved closer to Lucas staring at his neck with desire I screamed.
"Dad? I thought I was supposed to kill Lucas," annoyance overcame me. My parents always got to have all the fun. Lucas was my path into becoming a vampire, it was the only reason he was admitted into Evernight.
My dad looked at me then said,
"He's almost dead so he may as well be your kill. I'll get rid of the body tomorrow, I'm tired." He then walked off in a quick stride crossing to the other side of the room in barely ten strides. Just as he reached the door he turned around and said,
"Don't be long, after the kill you will have a large appetite." My dad then continued to leave me alone with the dying Lucas, closing the door behind him.
I turned to Lucas and stared down at him. He looked different to me; covered in blood he looked delicious. I could imagine how wonderful it would feel. His blood draining slowly in to me. I remembered from my first bite of Lucas that he was very appetizing. My parents always told me that when you had a certain love for someone they tasted better to you. Now that love was gone, my conscience was gone and all that remained was blood lust.
I quickly pounced onto Lucas and ripped his neck open with my teeth. I waited a second, watching the blood ooze from his wound. He then stirred slowly and his eyes opened looking up at me. His voice was feint and his breath was ragged.
"Bianca?" He stared at me quizzically, "yo-you have to get out of here. There are Vampires, they'll kill you." Pain from his injuries showed across his face, he was so clueless. I suppose thinking that I was in love with him might cloud his judgement slightly but still.
I looked deep into his eyes and told him to be quiet.
"They might hear you," I whispered. He nodded and then hugged me close. The desire for his blood was too strong. I bit into him again, this time drinking from him.
The taste of his blood was delicious; it was much more satisfying than anything else I had ever desired. Until recently the only blood I had tasted was animal blood, mostly pigs. Now drinking from his I realized that animal blood had a feint muddy taste.
Unlike animal's blood human blood had a pure taste to it. The taste was not ruined by the muddy bite. There was only a slight iron taste to it which is in every type of blood.
Not long after I had started I heard a gurgling noise and realized that I had drained Lucas of his blood. He lay there limp and dead, eyes still open. I walked out of the room just realizing my new senses that I was now open to.