Flash of silver.
Splash of red.
Ch. 2
He woke hearing someone enter the home. Cautiously he raised his head, eyes searching the small room. She was on him before he managed to spot her.
"Where is he?! Did you help him kill her, you bastard? Where's the hunter that killed my mate?" She growled her tear streaked face inches from his.
He flipped her off of him and let his fangs descend, intending to frighten her away.
Instead of fleeing the woman flashed a set of her own fangs, "Well, this changes things. Has the hunter already moved on?"
"James is dead."
"Who is James?"
"The hunter, and I am,-"
"I don't care who you are and I won't be telling you who I am. Just show me his body and be kind enough to tell me just how is a vampire is on a first name basis with a hunter?" A wary expression settled on her grief stricken countenance.
"Because I became one just last night. When the whore I bought turned out to be a vampire and attacked me, he saved me and killed her. He brought me here to tend my wounds and told me about your, our kind. When I woke this morning and found myself to have been turned I knew he wouldn't let me live so I killed him. I'm sorry you lost your lover."
"Not merely a lover, she was my mate." She corrected him defiantly.
"What is the difference?"
She ignored his question to brush past him going to the bedroom. Tears start afresh as she stared at the dead hunter.
"Is there anything I can do for you miss?" Colin gently asks her.
"You can leave London and never come back," she snapped.
"What?"
"Leave. Never. Return."
"But- I- Why," he floundered in confusion.
"You have to leave. I know you didn't mean for it to happen but, I can't look at you, you are the reason she is dead."
"But I don't even know how to be a vampire!" He pleaded.
"You hunt, you feed, you cover your tracks, and you can do this alone or as a group, end of the lesson. Now leave." She pointedly looked anywhere but at him as she gathered up anything flammable, spreading it around the room, and prepared to light it.
"What are you doing?"
"Covering tracks. Leave or I'll kill you."
"Okay, I'll go." He could tell this woman was serious, she really would kill him. "Just tell me one thing first. How did I become a vampire?"
That startled her enough to actually look at him. "What do you mean how?"
"He said that she would have had to feed me her blood to turn me, thing is she didn't."
"Or we put our blood into an open wound on you. That does it too. But I know she would not have turned on purpose. We have no use for men."
"Oh, okay. Well, uhm, when he killed her I guess her blood got on me."
"There you go, that's how you were turned now go." With that she lit a match, dropped it into the spilt oil, and ran from the flames. He only hesitated a moment before running himself.
He stole a horse from the pub and made for the farm lands outside London. He breathed easier when the sun set, relieving the pain of its light. When he arrived at a small farm house he was welcomed in by the family, whose father and son he immediately snapped the neck of and tied-up the mother and two daughters. After he had them secure in the cellar he had a little sip from each of them. After some thought he arranged the men to look like they had hanged themselves.
After nice uninterrupted day's sleep he climbed onto the roof to have a good long think about what he was to do now. For the first time since he was attacked he actually had time to think rather than just react. He needed to get money and blood and he needed to get these without getting caught. A vague plan was shaping in his mind; he had been feeding off the women by cutting them instead of biting them, planning to make it appear as if the men had killed them then themselves. I could just keep doing that, people kill themselves all the time especially in the poorer parts of a city, cut their wrists and feed that way. Brilliant! Now where should I go? Maybe a port city? The continent perhaps?
Wait a minute. Why should I have to go somewhere else? Who is that whore to tell me I can't stay in my city? I like London, I don't want to leave. No, I don't think I shall obey her order, if she causes a problem I'll just kill her. After all, I didn't realize before just how strong I have become; surely I can overpower one woman. Of course I can and I will.
Now money will be needed, hmm, where to get money? Hmm. Ahh, a jeweler, they have what I need; they always have money and valuables on hand. Just a few side trips and I will be well off for a goodly amount of time. As he happily concludes his thoughts he notices the sun beginning to rise. Ah well, time to sleep. Before he turns in he cuts the mother deeply and feasts on her. Her daughters screamed in horror as they watched their mother's life leave her body. He laughs at them as he makes sure the girls are secure, satisfied they won't be going anywhere he allows himself to sleep.