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Chapter 25
Hulien's. POV
I had left camp to go and hunt, but the hunger I felt was not as intense as the need to protect my nephew. I knew that he was a grown man, but there was a vampire, as he called himself, nearby that had an interest in Nahuel. So I stayed near camp. As I sat in the crook of a nearby tree, I combed my hair, taming it into its place, and braiding it into a long smooth braid, that I tossed behind my back. I was not surprised in any way when Joham eventually showed up. The deep timbre of his voice flooding into my ears. I stayed far back enough that I should remain unseen, but that I should be able to hear what he said or did in case I needed to intervene.
The sound of his voice triggered two separate, yet equally intense emotions in me. I felt intense anger, he who ruined my life, was now intruding upon it, and yet I could not deny the shiver of delight that ran through my body at the sound of his voice. The emotions were so in conflict with one another, that it made it hard to focus on the brewing situation. I forced myself to concentrate, pushing any pleasurable feelings away.
As I listened any last lingering desire I may have felt for him, no matter how guilty it made me, was washed away by the words that flowed from his sculpted lips. Did he say Nahuel had sisters? That meant that my sister was not the only one! He had made love to more humans, had he told them he loved them? Had he kissed his way over their bodies, setting them aflame with desire? My body heaved with the desire to be sick, to purge itself of all the emotions that it had experienced with Joham. I felt like something had broken inside.
Even though I had been so angry with him, hated him for what he had done to my sister, I had held onto the words that he had whispered to me. When he had told me that he had never felt this way, that our connection was something that he had never felt before. Even in my anger, I had hoped that that was true, but those hopes were now dashed to pieces. He was nothing but a liar. He preyed on the weakness of others, using love as a way to manipulate. I would never make that mistake again. Love was more then just passion, and desire, it was trust, and before I ever loved again, I would have to trust. I just hoped that I would eventually find that special someone who would care about me.
I got myself under control by thinking about the tales of true love that I had been told by my parents. Even remembering their love for one another gave me clarity about the situation. I heard Joham leave eventually. And I made my way further from him and from my camp. I sat in the upper branches of an aged tree. It was a large tree, full of life, and as I sat their un moving I could see the life in the jungle go on as usual. My lofty perch allowed me to see a great part of the jungle, while my acute vision gave me the ability to see every detail clearly, even from a great distance.
I sat taking in the wildlife that was awaking in the twilight around me. I loved this time of day. It was the time of day when the daylight creatures took to their dens, and the creatures of the night came to life. I watched as heard of Capybaras grazed at the waters edge, the large male of the heard was vigilant as he kept an eye out for the Cayman who waited to pull them under the water as the main part of his dinner. I could see the great spotted Leopard making his way out of a nearby tree, as he leisurely stretched, and dug his claws into the bark of the tree to sharpen them.
It was times like this that I could appreciate the jungle. It was so full of life, life that continued no matter what happened. When one animal slayed another, silence would fall, but it would only last momentarily. The jungle sounds would pause, but slowly came back in a rising crescendo as the other creatures realized that life would go on. They lived in the moment, as I realized that I too must do. I would let go of my fears as they did, I would live for the moment, not letting my emotions drag me down into a dark abyss.
I rose then out of my motionless position, which caused all of the movement in the tree to cease around me, and I dropped softly to the forest floor below. It was a good time of day to hunt. The darkness made my crimson eyes appear black, making me appear even more unreal to their eyes. And the moon was extra bright, and would make my pale skin glow. I ran as quickly as I could, suddenly wanting to fill me need for both touch, and blood, and knowing how I could do both. I ran until the scent of rich, pulsing blood made me stop short. I was in the woods still, but I could smell that there was a human nearby. I could smell that it was a male from the musky odor that they gave off.
I moved silently closer to take a better look. As I neared I could see a small camp with a cozy fire. The man who sat nearby sang to himself. He was alone, I could hear no accompanying heartbeats. This man had the look of a hunter, his muscles were toned, and firm. I watched him, feeling the familiar burn of hunger in the back of my throat as his scent surrounded me. I saw that he was whittling a piece of wood with a knife. As he hummed he moved the knife, shaping it into a series of complex notches, the ground beneath him was littered with curls of shaven wood.
I decided to make my approach slowly. I moved nearer, not wanting him alarmed. I preferred to make my victims feel pleasure, not fear, before I took them. I quietly stepped into the clearing of his camp, my feet not making a sound as I moved. And I stood watching, waiting for him to see me there. And sure enough a few moments later he looked up, seeing me leaning against a tree trunk. I had forgotten about the disarray of my clothes, until he asked if I was alright, with widened eyes. Men usually did not ask me something like that, so I quickly looked down wondering what would have caused his question, quickly taking in my torn garments, that barley covered my body. I looked back at him, not sure what to do. His eyes were filled with ….was that concern? "Are you okay?" He repeated, "Did someone hurt you? Why are you out here in the jungle, at night all alone?" I panicked, this was not going the way that I had planned. He must have misunderstood my hesitation, as he rose to his feet then, and moved a step closer to me.
"I won't hurt you." He said quietly. He might not hurt me, but I was planning to hurt him. The irony of the situation was not lost on me. I turned and ran from him then. This was not how it was supposed to work. I was supposed to lure him in, and to drain him to satisfy my thirst after giving him the pleasure of touching my body, but instead he had to go and act all concerned. I had not anticipated that. I ran through the woods not watching where I was going, not caring either. I ran for ages not knowing what I would do, only knowing that I had to feed. The first appealing smell that flowed through my nose led me to follow it without so much as pausing a step.
I followed the scent, it led me to a small secluded hut it the middle of nowhere. The smell of sickness emanated form within. I moved closer, listening, but only hearing one heartbeat from within. There was no movement, so I moved into the open doorway. The moonlight cast itself over a gruesome sight. There lay a family, dead on there sleeping mats. The sickness they had suffered through was evident in their gaunt forms. In the centre, was a woman, curled into a ball, crying, her heart sounded as if it was breaking. She was rocking as her small frame shook with violent sobs. I approached her, purposely making noise to make my presence known. She looked up at me, not even startled by my presence there.
"Why?" She said to me in a quiet voice wrought with pain, "Why didn't the sickness take me as well?" she looked at her family. The figures on their mats. What must have been her husband, and two small children. "I want to be with them, there is nothing here for me anymore…. I want to join them in the spirit world…" I looked at her, understanding her grief. "Are you sure that is what you want?" I asked her. "I can help you make that journey if you wish." She nodded violently, and her sobbing started anew. I went over and pulled her off of the ground. I looked at her, and she looked back at me with no fear. "Then you shall join your family tonight ,"I whispered. I swiftly placed my teeth to her neck, and drained her as quickly as possible, wanting to send her to them as swiftly as possible. I felt her emit a sigh, and then her body slumped as her heartbeat faltered, then she to was gone and I was glad that I had been able to grant her final wish.