Blood Queen: Story 3
My eyes rolled back into my head with the pleasure. I pulled back from your neck, and I felt your blood ooze down my chin. Feeding was so messy. I carefully laid your body on the ground. Careful not to hurt you. Currently, you were unconsious. Oh, you would wake up. Sure enough in three days your soul would be gone, and in it's place would be superhuman strength and cold, sharp fangs. I would call you to me then. Of course then I would have to train you, just like Sean had trained me when I had died. It really was a sad story.
I looked down at you. Another human emotion came to me. What was it exactly? Regret? Pity? Sorrow? I don't think I'll ever know.
I'm different from every other vampire I know. They all enjoy feeding. Oh, I enjoy it all right...I just don't enjoy the feelings I get after. It's pure, terrifying bliss.
I glided back into the trees. Away from your pale body. All the while thinking, what if I wasn't a monster? What if it could have been different?
