"That bastard. That damned bastard. If he thinks for one instant that I will ever come back for him, he is sorely mistaken. He will never see me again, and that is how it is." Walking fast through the field, fists clenched, Alesandra could feel her fury growing in her chest. Her fangs were starting to grow, and the tips were poking her lips. If she didn't calm down soon, she would need to hunt again. Otherwise, the bloodlust would be upon her. She stopped walking and scented the air. Nothing. Everything was faint, old, and not worth noting. There wasn't a bird in the sky. It was almost dawn-there should be tons of birds around. Soon the sun would be coming up, and she needed to find a place to rest. She planned to get as far away from the cottage as she could before she took her final resting place. She didn't want Adrian to be able to find her.
Her pace slowed and she could finally feel the rocks under her bare feet. The sharp edges were cutting the pads, and it stung. She could smell her own blood. Still, she kept walking. The soft earth she was stepping on was sucking her down, and it would provide no shelter from the fast approaching sun. Suddenly, there was a sound like cracking twigs behind her. She kept on walking, her fist ready to fight, scenting the air with every step. It was another vampire, a male, fairly young- maybe about a hundred or so, and... ah, he had fed recently-the smell of human was with him.
"Hello sir. How is your evening fareing?" she asked innocently, not breaking the steady beat of her steps, keeping herself calm. She had no idea what he wanted, why he was following her. Her back was to him, and she was dying to know what he looked like. His scent was completely unfamiliar to her.
"Well, you see, miss, I was looking for a good place to hunt, when I scented you on the breeze. I was wondering what a young fledgling like yourself, and female at that, was doing out so close to dawn all by herself." His tone was nothing short of pure mockery. His voice was deep and gruff. It had no melody or charm in it, and she no longer cared what he looked like.
"Well, sir, I appreciate the concern, but I am quite alright by myself. If you wish to find a place to hunt, I suggest you leave here. My lover and I claim this territory, and if not I, he will certainly defend it. There is a vilage on the other side of the far river that we do not claim stake of, if you wish a good place. Good evening to you, sir." Without even a single look, she continued walking for several minutes. His even footfalls were audible, and she was beginning to become frightened. "Sir, why do you still follow me? I have told you of a fine hunting ground, and still you do not leave me be? I will think you rude if you do not let me alone now." Alesandra kept her tone calm and relaxed, but her mind was anything but. If he didn't leave, she was going to run.
"My my, you are a fiery one, aren't you... You would do well to keep your tongue in check, miss, or it could get you into trouble some day. Now, I don't find myself in the mood for human, right now, no, I'm more in the mood for good old fashioned gnashdt. Female. Young. And you fit what I'm looking for." She could hear that he had stopped walking, and the gentle grinding sound of his fangs lengthening hung behind her. She only had a few feet in between them- nothing to give her a headstart.
Scenting the air again, she caught another unfamiliar male. Older, much older. He also had the smell of humans around him. Using her peripherals, she saw a small black dot growing larger, coming towards her, very fast. His scent was strong, very masculine. He was strong. Suddenly the male behind her snorted, turned his direction towards the incoming male, and growled a warning. Stay away, she is mine. Alesandra used the limited telepathic abilities she had, reaching out for the new male. "Stay safe. Run. Danger." It seemed this male wanted to help her, protect her, and she was going to do as he said. Without genuine reason, she put her trust in this new man, this vampire, that he would help her.
She turned her head to look at the first male, and being sure he was putting all his attention to the older male coming towards them, she faced the other way and ran as fast as her bare little feet would take her. She barely even touched the soft earth and pointed rocks. For half an hour she ran, in zig-zags, crossing her own path as many times as she dared. She had to make it as difficult as possible to find her.
When she heard a gentle breathing in the distance, she stopped still and listened intently for anything else. A gentle murmur of human voices drifted in her direction, and the delicious aroma of roasting pig came to her. She hadn't had pig in three years. No, her instincts told her. You cannot digest it. Her stomach wouldn't be able to handle it. but she could certainly take her pick of the humans there.
Slowly, she started walking again. Looking down at herself, she realized she looked almost frightening, with blood all over her feet and her petticoat open at the front, showing her dirty, naked body to the whole world. Her hands lifted to her hair, and felt that it was tangled and mussed on top of her head, blades of grass sticking out of it. Alesandra sighed, and her throat was raw and burning. She couldn't walk into their home looking like this. Using what little energy she had left, she used her mind to draw a weak young girl out of the nearest house. Watching the frail body hobbling towards her, her fangs slid down again, her nose began to twitch, and she curled her fingers in anticipation for the kill.
The little girl stood in front of her, eyes blank, waiting for Alesandra to set her young mind free. But knowing the child would scream if she let her out of her trance, she simply grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her upwards roughly, and sank her teeth into the jugular. She gorged herself on the hot blood, letting it flow down her throat, drowning her with it, letting her body become one with the little girl's. She sank to her knees, still holding on, feeling her body heal itself, feeling the girl's body go softer and colder in her hands. As the pulse slowed almost to a stop, Alesandra let go, her ears ringing, her senses heightened, feeling full and refreshed. She stood, letting the limp little body fall to the floor, her body so white and lifeless, the eyes still open in their trance.
Looking around her, she saw the people in the distance, knowing the child's parents were over there. She looked down and saw the damage she had done, done to a harmless little girl, one who couldn't have been more than ten years old. She could have been pretty, if she'd had a little more weight on her, and a bit of sun to her small body. The pale, ghastly eyes stared up at her, unblinking, glazed over, lifeless, but still pleading. Pleading for her life. The life Alesandra had so cruelly taken for her own. Looking at the small body, she felt a choking in her throat, and if she'd needed to breathe, she wouldn't have been able to.
"Oh, no, what have I done...? You poor thing... I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry." There was nothing else she could do. The girl was dead. She turned and ran, away from her home with Adrian, away from this little village, away from the strange vampire who had saved her, away from everything she knew. The sun would be up any minute. She found a hard spot of dirt and began to dig a hole for herself to sleep in. When it was deep enough, she climbed in and pulled the dirt over top of herself, and slipped into a deep sleep full of nightmares.