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What just happened:
Seconds later I was bent over a fox, sinking my teeth into the base of its neck.
The salty, metallic taste instantly filled my mouth and rushed down my throat. However, instead of being repulsed by what I was doing like I knew I should be, I felt satisfied and I could feel my strength returning, although not fully.
StruggleThe delicious taste of the fox's blood lingered in the back of my throat. I felt repulsed by what I had done. I stared at the foxes limp body a few feet away, I still could smell the intoxicating essence of the blood matted into its fur where I had drunk from. I curled further into the crook of the tree trying to block out the world and deny what I already knew about myself, and the way in which had change so intensely. I soon came to realise the changes in my senses, my heightened sense of hearing allowed me to hear things I should not. I shuddered at what differences and characteristics I had occurred, however I felt strange to think that what I had become was any different to what I had been before – seeing as I didn't remember anything from my past. When I searched my mind it was empty, a cavern of black.
The hard surface of the tree was uncomfortable against my back; however I refrained from any movement and stayed like a statue afraid to move from the crouched position. I don't know how long I stayed there, day had changed to night, and the forests nocturnal creatures began to move from their burrows. They where wary of my presence however some where brave enough to venture towards me- how naive and stupid some animals could be. From my last experience with the fox, the terror set in about what not only what I would to do a person, but also to animals. I smelt their blood flowing through each vein of there body and the soft rasp of their breath. I breathed deeper saviour the smell before I tasted the source. My body lurched back into the tree as I realised my disgusting thoughts, the mere idea of drinking blood again made my mind writhe. Making it to my feet, I staggered away from the hundreds of awaiting meals.
My teeth and jaw ached with agony, as I forced myself from pouncing on the small innocent beings I passed as I ran further into the trees, slamming into overhanging branches, even though there was no pain I flinched with each hit. My mouth filled with hot liquid, its tasteless form stingy the inside of my mouth. I couldn't stand it, its vile feeling against my teeth and the urge it forced through me to taste the sweet blood of the creatures surrounding me. With their taunting hearts, as the intoxicating fluid was pumped rapidly through each vessel, their bodies bursting with food to feed the hungry vampire. My mind cried with the forced restrictions and denial of feeding on the feeble animals, I ran further, my body swimming with urges and pains that were unnatural. All I could do was run towards somewhere I didn't know. I knew I was lost but I was more worried about loosing my sanity.
Days passed, each second was agony as I forced my self from drinking, after time my cries of torture forced the animals away, I sensed about a half mile radius between me and the nearest creature – even this made no difference. The constant spill of the pestering liquid that covered my teeth and stung my mouth began to irritate me; I began to understand its presence as it repeatedly filled my mouth whenever even the slightest bit of blood was close.
This struggle- the battle between two sides of my brain- carried on for weeks, as far as I could tell, although the days blurred together, as I grew weaker from my lack of feeding. Time seemed muddled in my head. Days turned into nights before my eyes at immense speeds yet each second seemed to drag on. Even after my cries died down to small, pathetic whimpers, the tiny creatures that inhabited the forest were clever enough to keep their distance, like a force field that was keeping them from coming near to me.
My stomach rumbled; I laughed at this ironic gesture made by my body. I didn't think that my stomach could rumble or gurgle anymore. I had crouched in a small cave during the night, but now, as the early rays of sunshine made the world outside glisten, I decided to run again. This was the only thing that made me feel free- the wind whipping against my hair, my deep even breaths, and the constant pump of my legs. Even though I was extremely weak I could run at speeds that should be impossible, even for a vampire. As I took off I realised that this feeling was close to one of flying through clear blue skies. I chuckled at the thought and then realised that I had laughed twice today, which lately was as peculiar as seeing a penguin in Africa.
That's when I began to waver. I slowed to a slow jog for me. The crashing noise of rushing water filled my ears. Right then a mix of exhaustion and dizziness came over me. I sprinted to the river, hoping that by washing my face it would wake me up enough to over power the urge to collapse. The riverbed was as far as I made it, at that point my legs buckled and I fell to the floor. I hadn't fainted as I saw things moving around me, but I was unable to move my limbs, it was like being paralysed. I lied there, wondering how long it would take for me to die or to see this through.
I lay there for some time, with only my thoughts to amuse me, but instead they tormented me more; precisely at the moment that I was about to give up with everything, a helicopter appeared above me. Someone, most likely a paramedic jumped out and strapped me onto a harness so I could be airlifted out of the forest. It took me a few minutes before I apprehend that they were going to take me to a hospital- with people, open wounds and a lot of blood! I tried to scream at the people that had me, to stop, to put me down and leave me. I was a danger to them and everyone. However all that managed to come out of my dry lips was a small whimper that made me seem like I was in pain. "It's okay, love. We'll be at the hospital soon. They'll be able to treat you and make you better there," the paramedic that had put the harness on me was trying to talk in a soothing manner as though to calm me but instead it had the opposite effect and I became more agitated and frightened. Over and over again I tried screaming at them but it still sounded like a continuous stream of sobs. "Shhh. We're almost there, sweetie." I gave up; they were not going to release me because I had no strength left to tell them to. I just laid there and prayed that I did not kill anyone, although I knew in my heart and soul that it could not be avoided. The urge would overcome me and I was now too weak to fight it.
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Chapter 3 preview:
Her eyelids flickered softly, and soft hushed cries escaped from her pale lips. Searching my pockets I found a small torch, and looked into her eyes, only jumping back in terror as I saw there vacant pools of black. I stood staring blankly towards this strange patient, what was she?