Second chapter finally out, I'll update my story every Saturday. The reason I'm updating it a 7 is because I went iceskating! And a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed and all that, you're always a huge motivator for me. Also, thanks to SmileHeathaLynne for proofreading :)
Steve should be back by now. I can't do this on my own. I've never been hunting before. What if I lose control? What if I can't stop myself? I
trust Steve to stop me so I can't try until he gets back. But it's getting light and we're not supposed to hunt in the daytime. I battled with myself
subconsciously for a while more. I bit my lip nervously. I had to do it now. I couldn't wait anymore. I'd find Steve after I was done. I can stop myself
right? Of course.
I focused my attention outward. Taking in every sound, and smell. I willed myself to meld with the cold brick wall that my back was pressed up
against. I heard heavy footsteps, the stench of alcohol, and the drunken mutterings of a man. I was on edge, alert to even the tiniest shift in the
wind. The man was coming closer. I didn't want to drink from him. He smelled repulsive. It was like murder to my sensitive nose. I didn't want to,
but I had to. If I did go out of control and killed someone he would be a lower risk victim. My brain rambled on about all the reasons he was a good
person to drink from while the man stumbled ever closer. I inhaled deeply, I could smell the alcohol tainted blood just under the skin. It wasn't the
best blood but it still smelled delicious to me. I heard his heart beat. Instinct took over then. I knew what I was doing but it was like I wasn't the
one doing it. I leapt from the shadows. I attacked the man. I slashed his arm with my half-vampaneze nails. I saw the shock on his face for only an
instant before I latched onto his arm. I tasted surprise and shock in his blood. But most of all I tasted fear. It tasted… good. I liked the taste of fear
and that made me unhappy. But I kept drinking all the same. I swallowed greedily, taking more then I needed. I knew I should stop now, the man
had fainted from blood-loss. It was a bad sign. I shouldn't be taking this much. It was wrong. But I couldn't stop. I had enough blood but it was like
only the blood wasn't enough. I needed this man to die. I wasn't only thirsty for blood, I was thirsty for his soul. I had to have it. I couldn't stop till I
did. I wanted to stop but something deep within me wouldn't let me release the man. I took one last gulp, taking something more then blood with
it. Images of this mans life passed before my eyes. I didn't want it. This man who had repulsed me before, I now had part of his soul inside of me. I
gagged and retched. I didn't want it. I clawed at my throat trying desperately to give the blood and the soul fragment back. I coughed and
spluttered. My body simply wouldn't give it back. It was too late.
Sooo, yea! That's all for now! See ya next Saturday! Review/Favorite... all that good stuff.