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The sounds of snarls and hisses pierce my ears as I glide into the abandoned warehouse. I want to ignore them, to follow my usual pattern of self-abuse after caving in and hunting. But I force myself to do otherwise.
"They still going at it?" I whisper behind Lizbeth. She doesn't even glance away from the two vampires snarling at one another.
"Of course. Patricia and Margaret are nowhere to be found." The words don't surprise me. The two of them are rarely around, which makes no sense seeing as they picked each of us to help dethrone the tyrants of the secret vampire world. Patricia had explained to us that she could sense how powerful a person would be if they were turned into a vampire, and her sister used that knowledge to start turning us. Liz was one of the first in our coven of almost thirty now. I was one of the more recent, with eight others younger than me. Margaret was very careful to make sure we didn't stay anywhere for too long. We never stayed in a city for longer than a month at a time, and she made sure to break us of the new born blood lust, as she called it.
"Ryan, can you make sure they don't kill one another? I need to hunt." Liz adds suddenly. I feel one of my eyebrows shoot up in question. She just hunted yesterday.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged after a while. Liz's special ability was an instinct to stay alive, almost like her subconscious knew what the future held and was telling her how to survive. So her randomness didn't seem to out of place. A sudden increase in the volume of the snarls and the slight hiss of a flame starting breaks me from my thoughts.
"Enough!" I snap, throwing my arms up to lock both of the fighters in place. My own gift was the ability to manipulate energy fields; at the moment it allows me to increase my own physical abilities, lock others in place with a crushing energy field, and telekinetically move objects, all by imposing my own energy fields, which appear as a glowing white aura. Margaret has been trying to train me to alter the natural energy fields in the world, but that has yet to work in any minuscule way. I'm just proud of what I'm capable of with my three years of practice.
"Ryan, let me out of this crap!" Avery, a short blonde, snaps.
"Why, so you can try to burn me to a cinder? No. You can wait. Consider this a time out." She lets out an angry scream. Avery is a pyrokinetic; she has complete control of flames and (as we learned from a run in with a coven from Dallas) can burn other vampires to a pile of ash very quickly. Without even having to dismember them.
Margaret and Patricia returned a few hours later, annoyed about Liz being gone but glad I didn't let Avery out of the energy field. They started to yell at her as I walked out the door to the warehouse and jumped up to the roof of the building. The sky's clear and the stars are glistening. I lie down and pretend to sleep; just one of the many things I refuse to let go from my human life. The life I only got to enjoy sixteen years of. Once again I started to regret sneaking out to go to that party back in Denver. Back home. I start going through the murky human memories one by one, making sure to remember each detail. The roar of the engine from my dad's old Pontiac GTO. The trip we took to Hawaii where I learned to surf when I was thirteen. My idiot friends at the lunch table. What I wouldn't give to be able to enjoy the taste of even the crapy school pizza one more time. Back when I didn't have to murder to appease my body's needs.
"Penny for your thoughts." A whispered voice sings as the dark form climbs up onto the roof.
"Who cares? Just the thoughts of some punk kid." I sat up to look at Liz. I wanted her to explain why she left so suddenly earlier, looking at her eyes she hadn't hunted.
"We need to leave. Now." She whispered, as quite as possible. Before I could even move my head to the side to question her she grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the warehouse. She pulled me with her until we were over an hour away from the others.
"I found a group of other vampires; they said they were nomads, who were passing through. They explained things. Margaret and Patricia are only going to get us killed. The Volturi, the group Margaret and Patricia wanted us to kill, are coming for them. The nomads invited me to join them. They're going to Europe. And they told me about a coven that doesn't hunt humans up in Washington. It's the best I can do for you, Ryan. Good luck." A smile plasters her face before she kisses me on the cheek and runs off, towards the lightening sky from the rising sun.
I stand in the empty space for a while, shell shocked by what she just said. Vampires who don't hunt humans? Was that possible? If there was a way to live and not be a murderer I knew I had to check it out. Besides, it was a better option than getting torn apart with the others. I can't help the smile that creeps across my face as I set off west.
Sorry for the kind of shortness of it. The next chapter will be longer!