Harriet was groaning at the ground clutching her foot. She looked up at me, pain seeping into her eyes.
I couldn't focus.
Blood.
That's all I could think.
Blood.
It had been to long.
Blood.
I hadn't planed this to happen.
I raced to her. "Whoa, that was fast." She whispered with a dazed smile. I couldn't control it. My finger trailed along the ground and I lifted four drops of blood to my mouth. Her blood was sickly sweet. The colour drained out of my face. My fangs slid out after along time of being hidden away. A look of terror flashed across her face. My thoughts were chaotic. You cannot hurt Harriet. Blood. I thought you were looking for the one. Blood. She's perfect. Blood. She opened her mouth to begin to scream. I panicked and shoved my hand in her mouth in an attempt to stop the screaming. A part of me gives up the fight. I sink my fangs into her neck.
Her blood is sweater than that I have tasted before and I let it flow through my system. it feels like new energy dripping though my veins and I'm addicted to it. Her screams stop and I remove my fist from her mouth and instead use it to tilt her head toward me. I let the soft feeling melt through my body. She shakes beneath my body weight. What are you doing! You've spent so long finding the perfect girl and now you're killing her. The thought pulsated through me like and electric shock and I let go of her. Her head hits the concrete floor with a thud. I'm shaking.
I stare down at her fragile limp body. Her blood in my veins no longer feels so sweet. She was once porcelain but now her skin looks grey with despair. I am disgusted with myself. My fangs slowly sink back in. I've just killed my soul mate. The rest of eternity seems even further away with this hanging off my shoulders. I hate my self. In the mirror of the studio I catch I glimpse of the scene, me standing with blood dripping down my chin next to the body of and angel. I hate myself. I am just about to lanch myself into a spiral of self hate when I freeze. I heard a noise. I stare back down at the busted up Harriet on the floor. Her chest slowly rises then falls.