Hi everybody! Here is my next chapter, hope you like it. I also want to say thanks to rakasha shadowfang, M.J.Kay, and Lady-Water2 for reviewing. You guys made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside -. Anywho, please R&R my new chapter!
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"For your first meal, you should have human blood. It will give you strength." Simon told Zoë as he led her to the park. She was able to walk but had to lean on Simon heavily. Her body felt like it was made of clouds and she couldn't feel her legs. He led her to a bench by the gazebo and she sat down. Her body may have felt weak but her senses were sharper than ever. She could hear small animals running through the park, she smelt their blood. She could feel two bats hovering next to a tree. 'Will I now be able to become a bat? Oh, wont that be fun!' The fact she was now a vampire had not sunk in yet.
"Zoë …Zoë? Will you be okay for a minute or two? I am going to get you something to eat." Simon held her shoulders until she met his eyes. She half-nodded, still thinking of the pair of bats by the tree.
"Zoë, promise me you will not leave this bench. No matter what." He grabbed her chin and made her meet his eyes. This time she looked into his face.
"I promise." Zoë said. Her voice sounded different, like a child who had just been given an order by a parent. And so Simon left Zoë sitting on the park bench. Zoë looked around for someone to entertain her, but there was no one. Her mind returned to the bats, but they soon flew away. 'Where is everybody?' Zoë wondered. She had never been in the park this late, at least not with out Simon. 'Where did Simon go?' Zoë wondered. 'Did he leave me?' She looked around franticly.
"Simon…" She whispered into the gloom. There was no answer. 'He left me! He left me, just like everybody else.' Zoë started to cry.
"I don't want to be alone." She cried softly. Behind her a voice answered her.
"Your not alone, I can pretect you." She spun around to she a drunken man behind her. Zoë's she new nose could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"But your gonna have to give me sumthin' too." The drunken man slurred eyeing her breasts. Zoë did not stand up, partly because she was frozen with fear and partly because Simon had told her not to move. The man walked over to her slowly with a sway in his step. When he got close enough, he grabbed her hair. Zoë swung her arm around and slapped him across the face. The force of the blow knocked him off his feet. Zoë was surprised at the force of the blow, she never knew she could hit that hard. She looked at the unconscious man and smelt blood. His nose was bleeding.
Zoë looked around to see if anyone noticed. Then, making sure she still had a foot on the bench, she dragged the drunk close to her. She could smell his blood and it made her growl. She felt her fangs slid out of their sheaths for the first time. It was an interesting sensation. She used her tongue to lick the blood that had formed a pool on his upper lip. She had the same sensation she had with Simon's blood. It felt like someone had poured hot fudge down her throat. She very carefully placed her mouth on his neck and bite down gently. The warm liquid ran down her throat and into her body. She felt alive again and her head started to clear. 'This feels so good.' Zoë thought as she drank more. But than another strange sensation happened. She felt the man's life slipping away. 'I am killing him.' At first the thought brought her pleasure and she sucked harder. But, the more blood she drank, the clearer her mind became. She remembered her own family, that she had lost so recently, and her own drunken father. What if this man had a family? What if he had a daughter who loved him, despite his drunken ways? She removed her mouth from his neck but it was too late, he was already dead.
Zoë looked down at the dead man and felt many mixed emotions. She had enjoyed the kill. She had enjoyed feeling the man's life fade away. But now that it was all over, she felt like she was going to throw up. 'Is this what it's going to be like all the time?' Zoë wondered to herself. She bent over and emptied the contents of her stomach on the ground. Two cold hands held her hair back. She did not need to look to know it was Simon. This thought made her throw up more. Finally, when she was done, she sat up and rested her head on Simon's shoulder.
"I can't do this." Zoë whispered. Tears started spilling out her eyes. She heard someone whimper and turned to see a woman standing behind them. She was dressed like she was just at a nightclub but had a cloudy expression on her face. Zoë realized Simon had picked her up for Zoë to feed off of. She felt the bile rise into her mouth again but she swallowed it back down.
"It's okay Zoë, I will be here form now on to stop you. I will help you learn control." Simon held her hands and beckoned the club hopper over. The girl knelt in front of the bench that Zoë and Simon were sitting at. Simon picked up the girls hand and held it out for Zoë to take. Zoë was scared that she would kill this person too, but the call of the blood was too strong. She could hear it rushing through the girl's veins. She could smell its sweet smell as the girl's heart quickened and the blood started moving faster. Zoë took the girl's hand and placed her mouth on her wrist. Her fangs slid out of their sheaths and inserted themselves into the girl's skin. The same warm sensation filled Zoë's body and she forgot about her previous kill. She sucked harder and harder, loving every second that the blood ran down her throat. But the girl gave a shudder and Zoë slowed down. She removed her fangs from the girl's wrist and saw the puncture holes she had left. She licked the red droplets of liquid that still spilled out than she turned to Simon who was smiling at her.
"I can stop." Zoë told Simon, but she was also convincing herself. 'I am not a monster.' She added to herself silently. Simon smiled and lent in closer to Zoë. She was expecting him to kiss her, but instead he licked to blood off her chin that had spilled while Zoë was eating.
"You're a messy eater," Simon told her with a chuckle. Zoë looked at him and smiled. They both started laughing so hard that they were crying. They had missed each other so much.
"Zoë, we had better get this girl back," Simon said as he wiped a tear from his eye. "It will be light soon and we have to find a place to stay." Zoë looked at him with a confused expression.
"Why can't we just stay at my place?" Zoë asked him. "Do I have to invite you in again?" Simon sighed and a look of pity came over his face.
"It's not that simple. Your house has windows. And even if we could find a spot that was hidden from the sunlight, what would you tell your father?" Zoë's eyes filled with tears. She had forgotten to tell him her father was dead too. She started crying again, and this time they were not tears of joy. Simon put his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry Zoë, I had no idea." Simon held her close and she cried into his jacket. It was a new denim jacket that suited him much better than his old leather one. She liked the way it smelled. Zoë had written letters to him, telling him her mother was dead and the date of the funeral. She had also told him about her fathers drinking habit and how angry she was with him. However, she had no told him about how her father had killed himself. When she was done telling her story Simon took her hands and looked into her eyes.
"Zoë, I will never let anyone hurt you again." Zoë smiled because she knew he was telling the truth. They got up together and started to leave, but they felt like they had forgotten something. They heard a cry from behind them. When Simon had walked away from the girl, the trance he had put her in had lifted. She was now staring at the dead man. She turned to look at the odd couple, screamed even louder, and ran away. Zoë wanted to call out and tell her not to be scared but Simon pulled her back.
"You don't need to explain. She is just in shock. She will forget about us tell the cops she found a dead man in the park. If we are lucky she wouldn't even tell. Besides, you look like you were just hit by a bus." Simon laughed as he pointed to Zoë's clothes and hair.
"Or like I just fell of a building." Zoë felt weird making jokes about her attempt at death, but it took some of the hurt away. It made it seem like one big joke and that it never really happened. With that Simon and Zoë walked into the night, hand in hand, ready for what every may come there way.
To be continued…