Chapter 5: Memories and Hunger
I felt rage running through my whole body at those damn yanks, but I had to stand perfectly still behind the rows of cannons firing at them. After they had stopped firing back for about 15 minutes, we were finally given the order to charge. Right before I touched where my heart was and were a piece of paper with my name written on it was pinned. I thought that my brothers at least had the right to know that I died.
Then we went forth never losing our pride or courage even with people just disappearing. After what remained of us got to the Union lines. I saw men biting other men's throats when they ran out of ammo. I even saw a man who had his legs both completely blown off trying to stab a Yankee with his bayonet. One man I will never forget. The one who tried to get me to surrender, but when I wouldn't he took his bayonet and put it right through my stomach.
At that moment I thought I was going to die. Then I remember waking up with a great weight over me and screaming when I realized that it was many dead bodies.
Suddenly I woke up in my own bed sweating profusely. With a terrible craving for blood when my mind remembered what happened after all the screaming. A Yankee solider with a young face started pulling the bodies off of me until he got to me. When he bent to help me up I bit him directly in the neck, by the time he screamed it was too weak for anyone in his regiment to hear him.
I automatically stood and walked towards the door. Then quietly walked down the steps and out the front door. I quickly made it to the woods, but I couldn't focus on the deer near me. I smelt a human near me. Then I pretended to be the sweet injured girl and laid on the clutching my left leg, as if I had fallen, and waited.
Then a man walked over and when he saw me he automatically asked if I was ok. When I replied no and that I couldn't stand up he bent to help me. At that moment I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down then bit him. At first I planned on only taking a small amount then erasing his memory of the whole thing, but his blood felt too good going down my throat. So I drained his whole body. When I looked at the body walking Away I noticed that it did look like an animal attack. Then I heard rustling behind me followed by my brother, Damon's voice.
"So, little sis is back on human?" He asked, "Doesn't surprise me at all. Seeing what made you this living, dead thing."
"Guess I am Damon." I told him, "But if you had a man shove a piece of steel through you, then have to awake buried under dead bodies I think that you would understand. Oh but that's not it. Having to kill the only man who cared enough to hear your cries all because of a hunger you couldn't control."
"Trust me I all but know." Damon continued, "I mean you've only told me for a century and a half about it."
When he said that it pushed me over the edge of my self-control and I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach and ran back home.
Sorry for the crappy ending. But it seemed like a good place to stop. Thanks for reading. Please give me ideas for future chapters. J