Chapter Two

By now, I was in a panic. I was so thirsty I thought my tongue would swell and burst. I tore away from the fountain and limped around through the darkness, tearing down barrels in alley ways in search for rum, dunking my head into fountains, but nothing—STILL NOTHING worked. I needed something! Anything! This God forsaken thirst was driving me mad! I could feel the black insanity churn and cultivate deep within my body. That scared me. Actually feeling insanity take root and grow is disturbing beyond question.

I backed up against a wall and slid to the ground. Voices in my head began whispering in a crescendo of whirling wind. They all said the same thing but they were not coherent in the least. The voices grew louder, screaming and tearing at my mind. Their subliminal message dug fiery hot claws into my brain and tore it about. Screaming. Screaming. But what! BUT WHAT GOD DAMNIT!

…Blood.

What?

…Blood…

What about blood!

Blood.

Yes…blood. Blood sounded appealing. Oh God why did that sound so appealing? Why did something so morbid and gruesome make my mouth water and my mind race? Whatever the reason I suddenly had a monstrous, inhuman desire for this crimson fluid. But the desire for blood that I felt now was different than before. It seemed more driving, more necessary.

"Excuse me sir! Are you alright! Can you hear me?"

I looked up to see an old man looking down at me. His brow was creased with thousands of tiny wrinkles and in the corner of his cold blue eyes were tracks of crow's feet. He hunched over an old, knotted and bent cane; he probably stood no taller than a thirteen year old girl. Deep in his eyes, beneath his bushy eyebrows, I could see compassion and worry within his soul.

"Sir, I asked can you—"

I didn't give him anymore time to speak; I lunged right at him, digging my fingers into his collar bone and ripped his neck apart with my mouth. He didn't even have a chance to scream out. My gums broke and bled as my two incisors grew to an abnormal length and plowed into the vein in his neck. Oh succulent reservoir of life: never run dry!

The blood tasted good in my mouth and felt good on my throat. It soothed its calluses that patched in rough groups from my dehydration. The black insanity dancing inside me began to subside to almost nothing, but I still knew it was there. And I had a strong feeling it wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. I mean, why would it? I was draining an old man of his blood with my mouth? Was I not a madman?

When I could drink no more I pulled away, breathing heavily and eyes widened to their maximum. My God…that was like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. I was never so scared, thrilled, and relieved like that. I liked that feel—no; I loved it. I wanted more and more and more! I could drink until my victim's blood spewed from every pore on every inch of my body. No one could take this lust away from me. No one! If anyone tried so God help them I'd drain them too! The power! The exhilaration! The blood…!

I pulled myself up and noticed right away how my strength had returned. I held my head high and proud like I once did, the only difference was that glint in my eyes. It wasn't the passion of battle or from the knowledge of knowing I was the best; it was from blood and its role to my well being. How could I have over looked the amazing taste of this? As many times as it has splashed on my face I never realized its taste. I was mystified at how stupid I could be.

I stared at my palms as if they were meters to my new found power. God or Satan whoever gave me this cursed gift; thank you for the power. Whoever did it shall soon take regret for I will be unstoppable! I will be deadlier than before! And I cannot die for my heart already gives no pulse! Sweet everlasting life and Crimson Wells, let us dance and rejoice on this eve!

I clenched my fists and went off into the night like the silent shadow I have now become. My feet made no sound and my ki gave no hint of my presence.

Tonight…I shall feast. God help whoever comes across me.

Uhg sorry I made this chapter so short. I'm not very good at writing very long chapters in first person. I'll be adding chapter 3 today as well to make up for this short little paragraph. lol. Thanks for the reviews! I loved them so much!

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