I've had questions on who "Little Lamb" really is…You won't know in this chapter, but you will in the next chapter for sure :)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the Morganville Humans or Vampires. I only own my wee "Little Lamb" :D
I couldn't remember when I had closed my eyes, but I sat straight up in bed with a rumbling stomach. I couldn't put it off any longer. I needed to eat. I slowly got out of bed and sleepily looked at the clock. 1:30 in the morning, I'd only had about an hour's rest. Never the less I slumped over to the mini fridge to find something to quench my hunger. A can of Coka Cola and my last two pieces of Pizza. I tossed the Pizza into the microwave and cracked open my Coke. I took a sip of the cool liquid and tried to stifle a gag. Somehow it tasted really awful. I checked the best before date, it was fine. The microwave announced my cheese Pizza was ready. My suspicious thoughts about my drink pushed aside, I was going to enjoy my favourite pizza. Do I need to explain how that tasted? In the end I had to spit it out into the rubbish bin. What was wrong with me? Were my taste buds changing again?
My insides complained again, but I didn't know what to do, or what the heck was wrong with me. In defeat I wandered around my room and stopped at the window. I placed a hand on its cool, smooth surface and looked out. I heard whispers in the air, I thought it was just the wind speaking to me while it caressed the opposite side of the glass. The whispers were faint, but I thought I heard words forming. That wasn't the wind… A loud laughing filled my ears. I gasped and staggered away from the window.
"What the…?" I wondered aloud. I gingerly reached out to the window again, to see if I could hear the voices. But there was nothing. Maybe I needed some air? Yeah, that would help.
The old door to my room creaked open and a cool night breezed brushed up against my face. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of it. The night air brought with it a delightful scent that made my mouth water. More whispers filled my ears. I opened my eyes and spotted a figure stumbling over to the Motel. Some tourist coming back from the pub late I figured. I breathed in again and the aroma still lingered. Maybe that person knew what it was?
"Excuse me!" I called over to them. They stopped and clumsily looked over to me.
"Have you got food per chance?" I asked as I stepped out towards them.
"No shorry luff." A drunken voice answered. "You looks mighty fine." He said and came towards me. I didn't know what to say to that, was he coming on to me?
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You're excuzed." He said and came closer still. He reached out for my arm and I tried to pull away.
"Let go of.." I began to say, but then I realised what the delicious scent was. My eyes widened in surprise and I looked down to his hand. I could feel his pulse through my skin. I could hear his heart beating inside his plump figure.
I licked my lips. This was what I had been hungry for. I felt something sharp piece my bottom lip. Fangs? That couldn't be right. My stomach rumbled again, eager to finally have something in it. I looked up to the man's face again and put my hand over his. He looked perplexed now.
"What're you-" He began to ask, but let his question slip away as I leaned closer to him. My grip on his hand tightened and pulled him down to my level. I took in a breath right by his chubby neck. The scent was intoxicating. It played images in my mind of sweet red liquid, and finally being able to fill the hole inside me.
I closed my eyes and took a bite. Just a small one. A dribble of blood came out and I licked it clean. My tongue burst with flavour where it had touched it. Fireworks were going off in my mouth. This was the best dang thing I had ever tasted! I couldn't lie to myself any longer. I had fangs, and I was using them for what they were made for. I sunk them in deeper to get more of the delicious, smooth, red liquid into my mouth. All I cared about right then was for more of his life blood to flood into me, to fill me up 'till I couldn't take anymore.
I heard another whisper, but louder this time. I'm going to die.
I kept swallowing as the blood flowed into my mouth. I couldn't stop, the flavour was enticing me to have more. The flow began to slow, and I could feel his pulse begin to soften. I unlatched myself and let the man fall. Sense came rushing back to me. What had I done? Was he dead? Am I dreaming? Oh my god!
I bent down to check for the man's pulse, but there was no beat to be found. I had killed him.
A tear came to my eye. I never meant to hurt him, I just was really hungry. I didn't know that I would hurt him. I took a step back from the man, then another. More tears broke the barrier and sprinted down my cheeks. What had I done?
I turned and ran back to my room, slamming the door behind me. I locked the dead bolt and stepped away from the door. Reality caught up with me, I was a monster. That creature had made me a monster. A blood drinking, murdering, night crawling monster!
