Short chappy. Sorry this took so long to put up. So. There's a break down and a realization. And most of all, there's the most terrifying understanding she's probably ever going to know. Enjoy :D
Chapter 3~ Bleeding Stopped, Infection Begun
The mall was huge. Loud. Crowded. And completely terrifying. I have agoraphobia, which is a fear of people which you tend to develop when you're a creature whose every instinct is to snap all their necks and have a very bloody feast. So being in places like this wasn't very good for me. I tried explaining this to Lady and Trish, but they just didn't get it. They kept telling me it would be fine. I took one step in and froze. The smell of fresh blood floated through the air all around me. I could see the blood pulsing under the skin of everyone in front of me. A small blonde girl walked by and just by her smell, I knew her blood was thick and creamy. A young man walked beside her, his smell indicated thin, milky blood. I licked my lips and my insides churned. The hunger growing inside me was almost overwhelming and it horrified me. I gulped as the girls each took one of my arms in their hands and pulled me farther in. Surrounded by temptation, I had no where to run. They took me to a small shop that was filled with those stupid things known as shoes that I think look more like torture devices. Four inch spikes came off the bottoms and I still don't understand how they could be seen as fashionable. They'd make great weapons, though. While the girls made a huge fuss over what color and how big the heel should be, I was busy watching a girl sitting at the end of the aisle. She was maybe seven steps away. Give or take one. Her hair hung from her head like an obsidian lake that curled around her shoulders and breasts, ending with a final curve at the end. The vein in her neck pulsed beckoningly and my mouth watered at the scent she gave off. I was up on cloud nine. Swimming through a fog of flowery scents and caramel. My head spun with the thought of having her in my arms with her milky life essence draining into my mouth.
And then, like fate would have it. The stupid, ugly yet beautiful girl just had to cut her finger open on a loose piece of metal on the side of the small stool she sat on. A small gasp, an, "oops," and said finger raised to her lips. But in the few seconds for that to happen, I ran into a brick wall. My hunger burned inside me. My vision became red. I could feel the points of my incisors poking my bottom lip. I stood. The girls didn't even notice as they discussed a pair of black heels that could easily snap an ankle with one wrong step. My feet brought me closer and closer to the girl as the beast raged inside. I was terrified. I'd never felt anything like this. I almost wanted to weep for knowing what would soon happen to this girl. I've seen my mother do it a million times. It really isn't fun for the one who gets bitten when it is meant for food and not pleasure. My insides twisted around and I felt my balance going. For the first time in my life, I knew just how horrible vampirism really was. I was a monster in the disguise of a human. I couldn't fight it. My will was gone. The last step. Oh goddess. She looked up with big blue eyes glazed over with the question of what this hidden beast was doing in front of her. Tears were in my eyes now. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I couldn't control my body. My hands shook as one lightly held her shoulder, the other around the wrist to the hand with that damned finger in her mouth.
Something snapped inside me. I felt it give way. It gave me the split second of clear thought that I needed. Before I could question it, I was running. Lady's voice sounded behind me, calling my name, but I was gone too fast. I didn't know where my feet were taking me, I just knew it was away and that girl's life was spared. The tears spilled over, feeling like liquid fire burning down my cheeks. I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought of what I almost did. Never have I hated the being I was. Not until now. My body was screaming for me to turn around and return to that damned blood fest. I felt the desire burning in my veins. It cooled, though, with every step away.
By the time my feet brought me home, ice water had replaced that burning desire and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I looked up and for some reason, my heart sank.
I was at my old house. The door still hung on its hinges and I could see the blood seeping out onto the step. I knew no one would have found what had happened. No one ever came to the house unless they were invited. It didn't surprise me that I could still see the creamy thigh of my mother's corpse in the half opened door way. I'd trained my body a long time ago to come back here when my brain shut down. It always made me feel better. Most of the time, my parents wouldn't really be home when something happened, I just loved the solitude that this sanctuary use to bring me. It was my home. But, see, there's a key word there most would miss. Was. Not is. I felt it before I knew it. Where I was meant to go now. I knew I'd never be back here again and still it didn't phase me, even a little. Spinning on my heel, I started running again the same way that I'd come. I could control myself now and as I ran farther and farther from that place I use to call home, I felt a part of me fall away. A part that I thought I'd miss. I never really thought of it ever again after I acknowledged it's absence.
I turned one last corner and the place came into view. The place I'd be stuck with for a long time. The place that looked so welcoming and yet so terrifying.
Devil May Cry.
I shook my head at the sudden dread that weighed my body down and took the last few steps to the door. My hand reached out for the knob, but before it got there, the door opened.
He wore his usual black leather pants with no shirt to hide his pale, toned chest. The questioning gaze in his eyes slowly melted into a look of worry and I almost caught the look of fear in them as it finally registered to him of who exactly stood in front of him. I smiled weakly to try to make a look to say I was fine because I really didn't like that look in his eyes at all, but I knew it just made me look worse than I already did as he engulfed me in a hug.
Dante knew better than to ask as he led me into the shop. I had the sudden urge to cry as I realized just how comfortable I was in his hold. He'd killed my parents and forced me to live with him and yet I felt safe here. I felt loved. The scariest thing of all, though?
This felt like home.
R&R let me know how it was. Trust me, the good stuff is coming. We just have to get into it well enough first that later things can actually be understood so just bear with me for a bit. Flaming is accepted.
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