Chapter 3

Hunting was a new passion for Harry. Angeline introduced him to the joys of it, the danger, the excitement; it was a rush, and he loved every second of it.

The first time was confusing, Harry had been afraid. The last thing he'd ever wanted as a human was to be a murderer, and what was left of that side of him screeched in protest at the thought. Harry's vampire side, however, it was jumping in anticipation.

He and Angeline had sprinted at an inhuman pace until they found a proper place; it was the dead of night. Harry assumed they were somewhere in or around London, though Angeline never felt the need to tell him their exact location.

"Wonderful." Angeline breathed, looking down and alley. A dark figure was approaching; Harry could tell it was a man, mid thirties. "Harry, I need you to do this." Her tongue traced his ear, "You know how."

Something Harry could not explain flared inside him as the man came nearer; they were hidden in the shadows, which was a very convenient vampiric talent. As the man passed, Harry stepped forward, "Hello." Harry's voice was low.

The man started, looking nervous, "Yes? What?"

"Could you help me? I seem to be lost."

He relaxed slightly, "Where are you trying to go?"

He stepped slightly closer, "Well…" The man started to back away, but before any other move could be made, Harry covered his mouth and body. Copying Angeline's movements from the night of his own attack, he pushed the man against the nearest wall. His eyes terrified, Harry smiled. The man shook all over, his head nodding back and forth violently. Harry's grin grew; he chuckled, and moved his mouth to the man's neck. He inhaled deeply, then sighed, the man sobbed against Harry's hand.

Harry snorted, "Oh, hush." His fangs elongated. The man's eyes widened in horror, "Are you afraid?" Harry's voice was teasing, cruel.

Something inside Harry screamed in protest as he bit down on the man's jugular, but he forced it away, the vampire inside him moaning in ecstasy. The man screamed, and Harry loved it.

A part of Harry went ice cold as the man fell to the ground, dead and pale.

Angeline stepped out of the shadows, pupils large, grinning broadly, "That was beautiful." She kissed him, licking the blood from his lips.

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Time passed, Harry could not tell if it had been weeks or months. Angeline never told him more than what he needed to know.

Harry was utterly lost in his new life. He could feel the memories of his previous life fading, but he couldn't seem to care. He had dreams though, dreams of blonde hair, blue eyes, and warm, white skin. He couldn't imagine what they meant. He forgot his age, his last name, and he welcomed it completely.

He knew pain; it was a prominent feeling when he thought of his previous life (which was a rare). His and Angeline's relationship centered on pain, and on animalistic need, and, of course, on blood. Harry grew to love pain.

Angeline and Harry spent most of their time together, (Exceptions made when Angeline would disappear and leave Harry to his devices) but they talked little. They kissed, fucked, hunted, and spoke only as much as necessary.

Tonight was special though, as it was a full moon. Harry felt deeply drawn to the night; the sun appalled him, disgusted him. It drained his energy and made him ill. The moon though, full and bright, pulled him near. He drew power from this moon, and felt as though he could stare at it for hours and never tire.

He and Angeline planned to kill together tonight, to find two people alone, together.

Angeline ran and Harry followed, as always. They ended up in a pretty little park. Not a cloud in the sky, the stars lit the night. They wandered through trees and found a small bench. They sat, and started to kiss obscenely; a kiss that would never be accepted in public. They froze, and looked up in sync.

A couple walked down the trail, holding hands and smiling, they would peck each other on the lips every so often.

"How very sweet." Angeline drawled voice to low to be heard by anyone but Harry, who smirked in reply.

They moved swiftly off the bench and into the shadow of a nearby tree. As they expected, the couple sat on the bench and (in Harry's opinion) began talking altogether too loudly. They would giggle every few sentences and never let go of each other hands. They seemed to be in their late teens or early twenties, though their age made little difference.

Harry looked to Angeline, she smiled, pupils dilating. She stepped out and Harry followed, they walked towards their prey. Their movements made no noise, as they kneeled behind the bench, Angeline next to the boy, and Harry the girl.

The girl giggled, "Oh, I know! I don't know what I was thinking. I've always been so clumsy!"

Angeline let out a low laugh, the couple gasped and turned around. The girl opened her mouth the scream, but Harry's firm grasp covered it in less than a second, "We can't have that."

Angeline held the boy firmly, "Let her go!" Harry smiled slyly, "Hmm?" his nose trailing her jaw, and then licking her ear. The boy let out a frustrated noise, tears slid down the girls face. "STOP!" the boy screamed, "You monster! Stop it!" Harry laughed now. His fangs slid out of from his smile. The boy's heart faltered. "NO! Mary, run! Get away from him!" the girl struggled violently, trying to bite Harry's hand, while he simply sighed, "Such dramatics. Angeline, would you mind..?"

Angeline chuckled, "Oh, no, my dear. Not at all." She kissed the boy, square on the lips. He growled, furious, the girl screamed again. Harry laughed, "Now, who's the monster?"

"YOU! You animal! You- you, you monster!" The boy shouted, Harry traced the girls jaw. "DON'T TOUCH HER! I'll kill you!" Both Angeline and Harry burst out laughing.

"Funny thing, that." Angeline said in the boy's ear.

Harry still grinned, "You'll kill me, eh?" Harry's mouth opened wide, and fangs latched onto the girl's neck. Her scream still muffled by his hand.

"NO! NO, GOD!" the boy shouted. Angeline rolled her eyes, and bit into his neck.

Once the two were drained completely, Angeline and Harry stood. Harry snapped his fingers, as Angeline had taught him, and the two bodies burst into flame. They ran, knowing the wind would sweep away the ash by morning.

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