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Chapter 2
I ran, leaving the horrors of Phoenix behind. I would never go back. The land was fire beneath my feet; but it did no damage to me. I was moving like lightning- I knew because the birds above me were frozen in the air. The winds were whipping against me, but I didn't care. The shoes that were on my feet were gone- I had discarded them after the soles had worn out. They must have been real cheap. Soon, the vegetation got ticker and thicker. The skies darkened, and soft drizzles began, until it was pouring buckets of icy rain down on me. I didn't care. Thunder boomed, lightning flashed. Animals were standing frozen as I zipped past them, scurrying to their dens. The forest was thicker; everything was covered in sheets of emerald, as moss carpeted every surface, even climbing up the trees. The blunt edge of the rain was dissipating, the forest getting thicker and thicker. I stopped, and sat down, waiting. I didn't know what to do with myself. Time seemed to drag on. My mind went back to my first kill. I had murdered five people and I had drunk their blood. I thought about how I must be insane, before I remembered how fast I had got here and how the burning desert of Phoenix had not scorched my bare feet. And then I thought: vampire. I must be a vampire. I reached my hand up to touch my canines. They weren't fangs, or eye-teeth. They were just like those human's teeth. I studied my hands- the veins were pale blue, like they weren't even there, like the blood was gone. I sat there, staring at my hands- studying every ridge, every contour. I faintly noticed the sun setting, and the moon rising. The burning in my throat was dull, barely even there. As the night wore on, and the crickets stopped chirping, the thirst intensified. It was almost unbearable when morning came, and the first light streamed down. I took a deep breath, inhaling all the scents around me. A faint, mouthwatering smell washed over me, leaving me in a frenzy. I raced towards the scent, my nostrils flaring, and mouth watering. I stumbled into a small camp, a human woman sitting at a campfire, a metal pan cooking strips of meat. The scents coming from the human and from the tent were too much to handle. I pounced like a cat, and bit into her neck, the wonderful lifeblood streaming into my mouth and running down my mouth. The woman gave a strangled sob, and then fell silent, dead. Her corpse fell into the campfire as the man in the tent meandered out, evidently not hearing her choking, and turned to the fire. When he saw his fallen companion and the small pools of blood, he screamed and began to reach for his gun, but I was faster, and drained him, too. When the frenzy died down, I looked at the carnage before me. A shudder racked my body, but tears that should have been streaming were dormant. I tore myself away from the bloody sight of the mangled corpses, and ran, retracing my steps back to the cluster of trees I had been at before, and sank to the ground, dry-sobbing. This continued on for three months before I noticed new smells- scents that were like mine, crisscrossing around in my paths through the trees. I grew curious, and followed the scents. I went slowly, memorizing the pathways completely. I followed them until I came to a huge house, which was very pristine and manor-like. The flowerbeds were being tended by a pale brunette woman, who upon my approach looked up, moving so fast, the way I moved. I froze. Questions roamed free in my head. Maybe I had shown myself too soon. But she didn't appear to have seen me, and after suspiciously eyeing the spot where I stood, went back to work. Someone in the house was playing piano, and the music was absolutely beautiful. I must have walked forward because I heard gravel crunching under my feet. Like lightning, the woman tending the garden stood up quickly, and the door opened, and six pale people came running out, vampire speed.
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