The hunt

The scent of human blood to us had a power, a desire that you could not understand. It was the single most pleasurable thing to us and was like a drug specially made for vampires, we were all addicted. At first drinking human blood repelled me, I could not understand the monster I had became, more animal than person, but the overwhelming thirst takes over and after that first bite you can't stop. Maria had enough self control to stop before killing them completely. Her venom would overtake the victims body and their heart would stop beating anyway. Nettie had less control, she killed them twice as often as she saved them, and I could not stop at all. Their bodies would be drained in moments and all traces of blood would be cleared. After much practice I was able take down and kill a human with no mess at all, dead before they were even aware of my presence. I was still young but had amazing self control. I fed when hungry, overfed perhaps, but kept calm enough not to destroy the other newborns over blood. Maria was aware of my control and patience. I could resist thirst until I tasted blood, smelt blood, only then would I become the monster I hated.

I took with me 5 vampires, all fiercely hungry. Darkness had fell and each had carefully selected their targets so that we would all be enough distance apart that we didn't take each other out over prey once we had completely given over to our animal instinct. the newborns split up and fled to different compass points. I remained still and kept my ear to the ground, in case anything went wrong. I would feed once I was sure everything was secure. I smelt faint traces of fresh blood curl into the air as the first victims were claimed. I knew it was safe to take my hunt now. A man who had been up at the river was my chosen target, he appeared to be a hiker, a lone hiker who wouldn't be missed to much... hopefully.

I caught the hikers scent once more and allowed my nose to lead me through the thinning undergrowth. As I approached a small town I hoped that the trail would not lead me too far into it. once I tasted blood i would have trouble stopping, the more people around the more dangerous it would be. The trail stopped at a small canvas tent. Like most hikers the man camped out, I was relying on this, keep the screams as far away from human ears as possible.

The man was still in his sleep, only the light breeze that rippled across the tent created movement. My own movements were silent, swift and fluid, I was in the tent so fast not even a camera would have picked me up. A swift hand across the back of the neck silenced any screams before they could even begin. I only choose male victims as they have higher pain thresholds, and i often kill quickly so the human would not have time to register the pain. I did not know why but I could feel others pain, I picked up on atmospheres quickly and felt them more intensely than others, a skill I had only acquired in this life.

The blood of the man flowed easily into my waiting mouth, my teeth coated in venom tore deeper into the flesh as I fed hungrily on the corpse.

Soon Nettie and Lucy would bring out the rest of the newborns too feed, so it was a good idea to get cleaned up to prevent one of them trying to attack me, as we couldn't afford to loose any more men. As Maria said, how would she track if we were covered in human scent? How would the newborns focus if we were covered in human blood, fresh human blood.