Chapter 6: My First Human Hunt
I gazed out the window at the harvest moon overhead. It was so large; it seemed as if I could reach out and touch it. I imagined myself taking the moon into my hand, admiring its beauty until my inhuman strength crushed it within my grasp.
I scowled at the thought. My father had been right all along. Being a vampire was a curse. You destroy everything around you until there's nothing left. There's no such thing as an innocent vampire. I had been foolish to think I could be different. I was about to kill someone for my own sake. There's no greater evil than that.
Davion entered the room wearing a pair of black slacks with a tare on the knee and a black dress shirt. I turned around and looked at him, my fingers fidgeting with the skirt of my black dress, my hunting attire. "It's time" Davion announced, taking my hand. We phased away into the night
As Davion flew with me in his arms, I thought about the change that was about to take place in my life. "Davion, what's it like?" Davion looked down at me, "What is what like?" I bit my lower lip, "feeding off a human." He was silent for a moment but his glowing eyes went dim, this wasn't a topic he'd wanted to bring up. "It's…incredible." "Is it anything like with animals?" Davion's hold on me tightened, "No it's way different. Animals mostly give up once you bite into them, but humans will fight you for every breath. You can feel their hearts beating; feel their lungs fighting the urge to stop. For one brief moment…you feel…alive again." I was shocked by how excited he sounded. He may have been unhappy with me hunting humans but I suspected that he enjoyed it. And despite myself, I began to feel excited too.
We landed on a high building, overlooking a motel. We waited patiently until a young girl came out of room three. She was tall and slender with bleached blonde hair and overly tanned skin the basic Barbie wannabe. She was wearing a man's dress shirt so she'd apparently been fooling around with someone. She stopped at a coke machine and was having trouble getting it to take her crumpled dollar bill. I could hear her cursing under her breath, definitely an American.
"I'll help you with the first one, to show you how it's done." He said darkly. Then stepped off the roof and landed soundlessly on his feet on the ground below. I followed suit but stayed several feet behind him as he approached our young victim.
"Hello" greeted my charming husband. The girl whirled around, her chest heaving in shock. "W-what do you want?" she asked, her voice quivering. "My wife and I" he began his lie, gesturing towards me, "are in a bit of a predicament, you see our car broke down a few miles down the road. Do you mind if we use your phone to call for a tow?" The girl's pale eyes shifted from Davion to me then back again. A strange cunning smile came to her face as she looked into Davion's face. "Sure, I left my cell in my room. Come with me." We followed the girl into room two. Her boyfriend was probably still sleeping in the adjoining room unaware that she just invited death in.
She went to her bedside table, picked up a pink razor phone and handed it to Davion. Davion dialed the numbers while the girl turned around to get her diet coke. With her back turned towards him, Davion pounced. He threw the phone down and wrapped his arms around the girl's waist then tore into her neck with his fangs. The girl tried to scream but Davion's jaws tightened onto her vocal cords making sound impossible. Davion's eyes flickered towards me, their depths as red as the blood that flowed down his throat.
Finish her. He ordered without releasing the girl from his hold. I hesitated half a second before seeing the blood trailing down her neck and losing control. I jerked the girl's head back and bit into her neck just below her chin, my teeth severed her vocal cords as they sliced through. I drank slowly, savoring the metallic taste on my tongue as the thick fluid slid down my throat. I could hear the girl's labored breathing and the racing of heart drummed in my head. It felt like my own heart beating, my own labored breathing, and my own blood running through my veins. Just as Davion said, I felt alive again.
I drank and drank but still her heart kept beating. It was taking an amazingly long time for her to die. Davion released her and stepped away, leaving her to me. Without him holding her still, she began to twist in my arms, her manicured nails dug into my skin but I felt no pain. All my senses were screaming at this point. Finally after a good five minutes her heart rate began to slow. I panicked when her heart fluttered in its final beats and released her from my vice-like jaws. The girl lay limp on the floor, her chest heaving as she fought to breathe, blood gurgled from the rips in her throat and spilled out of her mouth. "Kill her," ordered Davion's smooth voice. I shook my head, my eyes never looking away from my prey. My body still wanted to feed, venom dripped from my fangs and pooled in my mouth as I stared at her. However my mind and I would like to think my soul revolted against my killer instincts. "I can't do it." I groaned, a shiver rushed through me beneath his red-eyed gaze.
"Look at her, she's going to die anyway. It won't matter whether you finish her off or not, it's too late for her." I shook my head again, "I can't" I moaned, holding my head in my hands.
The girl started to convulse, her eyes wide and pupils dialted. "Damn it!" he roared, "You released your venom. She's starting to turn!" He pointed towards the girl, "Kill her now!" he yelled, his red eyes blazing with frustration.
I went numb.
"Damn it! Dawn!" He took her throat into his jaws again with wa sickening snap, her head rolled onto the floor.
Davion stood back up, twisting his head from side to side, he cracked his neck. "You're hopeless." He sighed, wiping blood from his face. "I'm sorry." I whispered, my throat tightening. He didn't answer.
He pointed his hand towards the fresh corpse and his shadow slowly flowed towards it with its jaws wide open. It devoured the body in seconds. When it was done there was no evidence at all of the evil deed that had just been committed there.
He picked me up from the floor and few me back to the castle.
That night I sat on our bed and watched him pace in front of me. He reminded me of a caged tiger that I had seen at the zoo when I was little.
"Was this really what you wanted?" he asked in a low growl. "I just wanted to be with you, I never wanted to hurt anybody." I squeaked, my voice nearly gone from hours of sobbing. "You're always whining that the world's out to get you, yet you won't do what you have to, to survive. Why is that?" I thought in silence for a moment, I didn't know the answer to that question.
"They're asking too much of me." I croaked. Davion stopped his pacing and glared at me, "No they're not. I saw the want in your eyes, Dawn you wanted to kill that girl, but your damn morals wouldn't let you." He hissed.
"Forgive me for having a conscience!" I shouted with venom. His eyes narrowed into slits, "You think I don't have a conscience." He implied, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well you certainly didn't look like you felt bad for that girl." I hissed.
The way he was glowering at me, with those crimson eyes, made me feel like I'd just released the tiger from his cage.
"Perhaps this was a mistake." He mused darkly. He waved his hand dismissively towards me and headed for the door, "You have a choice to make." He stalked out the door and slammed it shut behind him.