However fast I ran away, I couldn't escape the vision of their mangled bodies, the tiny things had barely lived their lives before I had cruelly taken them away. And what for? All for the satisfaction of a meal? I suddenly felt sick and regretted even moving an inch from my perch in the tree. I had reached the next town before I knew it and this time I stayed well away from all people. I stayed in that frame of mind for three or so days and on the third day my whole body was shaking from lack of blood. I watched the sunrise from an oak tree near a remote beach.
As if by magic, the day went from the bright sunlight of early-ish morning to dusk. It reminded me of a poem I think I once heard by someone called…Robert…Freeze? No…Frost! Yes Robert Frost, something about dawn and, gold I think. All I can remember clearly was the line "Then dawn goes down to day". Oh yes! Nothing gold can stay! That's it! I had no recollection of where I had heard it, but I had the inexplicable feeling of safety when I thought of it. I found it weird that, of all things to recall, I remembered that.
Wherever I had heard it, it could wait, it was getting dark and my throat was aching again. I couldn't bear the thought of more…slaughter, so I started to stand up. I was in the middle of doing this at lightning speed when I was hurled into another vision-this time of a bronze haired man killing a deer and then drinking it's blood. The vision intrigued me so much that, when I was unceremoniously tossed back into reality, I didn't care that I immediately lost my balance and fell to the ground. I wondered if it was possible for someone like me a…a vampire (shudder) to live off animal blood and still be an actual vampire. I then realized that his eyes weren't red like the weird doppelganger of myself that I had seen in my previous vision, they were a light buttery colour. What was I? As I push myself up onto my knees, I catch a glimpse of myself in a shallow pool of glittering water at the foot of a towering cedar. Unsurprised, I noted that my reflection was identical to that of my twin from the vision and I touched the rippling screen and my portrait burst into nothing.
Just then I could feel someone watching me, or in this case, something. A young elk had its head halfway hidden behind a tree about 10 metres away, it's huge round eye watching me with extreme fear. Right then I knew what to do, my hunting instincts kicked in again and before I knew it the Elk's broken neck was underneath my knee and I was already leaning down to drink. Though it wasn't as wonderful as human blood, it was refreshing and I shuddered with ecstasy as it coursed down my throat, numbing the burn of my thirst. I tracked down two more elk before collapsing in happiness. I didn't have to be a killer!
I continued this routine for about 20 years, all the while plagued by visions of the weird bronze haired man, my likeness and the blond man.
Foot note: If any of you care, as I know I would, the poem Nothing gold can stay was written in 1923 by Robert Frost and yes, I know Alice was changed in 1920, therefore making this FF set in 1920ish, therefore making it WRONG, I am stressing majorly about this little chronological error, but couldn't give up the poem. I also couldn't bear leaving my readers thinking "huh?" as I assume some of you are (Terribly OCD aren't I?) so I added this footnote now regretting it more and more by the second…Btw, more coming soon Please review, I'm lonely. And I can't write when I'm lonely. See? Your lack of reviews have already messed up my grammar (Never have "and" as the first word of a sentence).