Hope u liked the first chapter. Enjoy this one.

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Find someone. Find civilization. Police.

The one thing on my mind as i wandered slowly throughout the trees,checking my leg every so often, so convinced that the blood had been real, afraid if it came back again and i wouldnt be able to walk.

Trees, trees, trees. Nothing else, no people, no strange red eyed delusions, just me and the trees going on forever and ever.... My head was dizzy. My throat was dry, parched. I needed a drink. I neede to sleep.

A scent wafted through the air suddenly. Sweet, delicious. It fogged my brain. I was so thirsty. My throat ached, and I started running.

The wind whirled around me as i ran, towards the overpowering scent. Ahead there was light, sunlight, different from the murky green of the forest. I burst out of the trees, turning for the smell... craving for it.

A cry burst through the trees. I turned towards it. And saw where the smell was coming from. A person, not red eyed, like my delusion, but blue, and filled with tears. A little girl, red blood trickling from between her fingers, clasped over her arm...

"It hurts... help me..." She moaned. My brain didnt register her talking.... and I stalked forwards, lunging towards the blood. She screamed...

My teeth sank into her arm easily, sucking her blood, her life. Warm liquid eased my raging thirst. Eventually the child's screaming ended, and I dropped her ashy body to the ground.

THats when I realised what I had done. A roll of nausea passed over me.

I had just killed that small girl. I had drunken her blood.

Now I screamed. No way. What had made me do that? Why had I done it? Wat had I done to that girl? Nonononono....

Impossible. I wasnt a killer.

I was a killer. There on the ground-bloodless, lifeless, was the evidence. On my hands was the proof, scarlet. Red handed.

I sank to the ground and sat, staring in disgust at what i had done.

A while later, a call rang through the forest. "Abbigail! Abby? Abby where are you?" I heard the people searching for the dead girl. Panic took me. What if I killed them too? I had to leave. I didnt want to kill. Not little grls, not anyone. I would stay away. I turned and ran.

I tried to distract myself from the pale image of the dead girl. My mind wandered. I kept running. Faster. Faster. Trees falshed past me at two seconds per mile. I was ages away. Yet I stll heard.

I heard the scream of the dead girl ringing in my head.

Who was I? And more importantly, what was I?


Review please! THis chapter sux, I know. Others r betta. And sorryz its so sort and stuff, Next will be longer. Promise.