Chapter 2 - Canada
I made a trip Ontario, a Canadian island faring eastward of mainland Canada, just so I could have a meal slightly out of the ordinary, and so it would give me time to think more about what step to take next.
The swim was, as usual, not tiring at all, and I had bounds of endless energy to stalk some prey and feast. Unfortunately it was a very sunny day, so I found a cave by the shore and hid there until nightfall. It had taken me longer than I'd thought to swim to Canada, so I didn't have long to wait for nightfall, maybe a half-dozen hours.
Hid in the deepest, darkest corners of my chosen cave, I closed my eyes and waited, allowing my thoughts to drift wherever they pleased. After not even an hour, the sound of someone small tripping on the rocks at the mouth of the cave bought me crashing back to reality with a thirst that threatened to rip apart my throat. I moved slightly closer to the mouth of the cave, listening to hear if the child came further into my hideout. After a few minutes, I saw two figures coming closer, not that they knew I was here. Greedy as I was, hard as it would be to cover up, I decided to have them both, as I little starter before the main course. As if some force was helping me, the two children split up, trying to explore the cave quicker by seems of it. I followed the smaller of the two, putting him quickly out of his misery, before I feasted on his warmth, and so his friend wouldn't hear his screams and panic before I got to him. The body was lifeless in less than a minute, my thirst being extravagant by this point, but despite knowing I would be feasting more very shortly, there was something unsatisfying about this small child, who now lay lifelessly on the rock before my eyes. As I hunted down the second, more bigger child, I realised it was because there had been no chase, no thrill, no adrenaline-pumping action to that catch, so I was determined to make this slightly more interesting for myself.
The second boy was humming an unfamiliar tune as I followed him. If I wasn't a heartless predator, the tune he was humming would have been quite cute, but to me, it didn't matter in the slightest. The smell of the blood in this child was much sweeter, so I knew there would be more satisfaction, if I dragged it out a bit more.
Sensing my presence, the child turned around, and his face was slightly familiar. It shook me of guard momentarily, but not for too long, as the thirst was clawing once more at my throat. I let a low hiss escape my chest, but the boy thought it was none other than the sea around the rocks, so turned and carried on climbing, having not actually seen me. Changing my pace slightly, I caught up with the boy easily without much effort. He turned to me, backing away ever so slightly, almost falling off the rock on which he now stood.
"Wh-wh-who are y-y-you? What d-d-do you w-w-want?" the boy stuttered, clearly startled by my presence, which pleased me.
"Nothing too big. Unless you suddenly grow, that is." I laughed aloud.
"B-b-but who are y-y-you?" he stuttered again.
"You needn't worry. That question shan't bother you for too much longer, anyhow." I stepped closer to the boy, who dropped to the floor, and tried crawling between my legs. I closed my legs slightly; just enough to crush the boy's ribs a bit, and laughed as he screamed out. I released my grip and let him scramble out and try to run, but as he tried to get away too fast he tripped and sliced his hand on a sharp rock. I let out a howl of agony as the smell of sweet blood hit my nostrils making it impossible for me to think. I darted for the blood, not caring to much about the child who tried to run from me. I quickly cleaned the rock free of blood, then followed the child, grabbing his hand, which he pulled defensively to his body, not that that stopped me. I broke his arm as I extended it, wanting the blood as it pumped from his hand. I bit into the cut, suckling on the sweet blood that came out, ignoring the screams and cries of the boy. As soon as the blood stopped tasting as metallic, I moved on to the boy's arms, then his back, face, legs, neck and finally the chest. His body was totally drained of blood, and my thirst almost quenched. I smiled gleefully as I realised that I could get back to Kansas sooner than I had anticipated.