I just want to thank everyone who's been reading and reviewing- it really means a lot. Sorry about the wait and the short chapter. I promise the next one will be better and up sooner.
I knew I was too late even before I reached the building where the screams were coming from, because they stopped abruptly. It was followed by a vicious peal of laughter, and then a hungry snarl.
I skidded to a halt outside the building. It was dark and looked a lot like the building where I'd been bitten- I felt fear, but I wasn't afraid for my own wellbeing. As far as I was concerned, my body had been transformed into an almost invincible ball of strength.
No, I was afraid that once I got in there, I would react strangely to the blood, like fainting or something. I knew that was stupid- people who were squeamish about blood probably got Turned all the time. But still, what if I found I wouldn't be able to feed because of my queasiness?
Stupid coward, go in there! I shouted to myself in my head, took a deep breathe, and busted through the door. I could tell I'd caught the murderer off guard, because he whirled around and hissed at me. Wait a minute…he hissed? Sniffing the air, I realized that the murder didn't smell human. He smelled more like me…a vampire! I could also tell that there were three others with him, and when the other three stepped out of the shadows, I gasped when I recognized one of them.
"Marko!" I cried out as he blinked at me, shocked. "Megan?" he replied, softly, puzzled. I knew what I must look like to him- some girl who'd gotten lost from some fancy party. And I knew that he must have smelled that I was a vampire too, or else he wouldn't be looking like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Marko! Get you're cousin out of here!" the murderer, the one still holding the body of his victim, snarled, sneering the word cousin. "Yeah, Megan, you really shouldn't be here-'' With a hiss, I interrupted him. "What, you can't see that I'm a vampire too?" I demanded, stalking up to him.
The other three vampires growled menacingly as I approached Marko dangerously, but I ignored them. How could he send me away? Part of my brain was wondering why I didn't want to be sent away, but the more rational, instinctual part of my brain answered: Because you're thirsty. And I knew it was true, so naturally, I wouldn't want to leave if there was fresh blood spilled anywhere. In fact I was just now realizing that I could smell the blood, and it was the most delicious thing I'd ever smelled. It was spicy and seductive and sweet and smooth. It made my skin tingle and tremble while my mouth watered. And I wanted that blood, more than anything I'd ever wanted before. I couldn't let the vampires send me away, I had to feed!
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Marko yelled back at me, breaking through the fog in my brain that the delicious scent had created.
"I'm thirsty, Marko, don't you get it? Won't you share?" I asked, almost pleaded. The scent was driving me crazy, making little fireworks explode throughout my body.
"Marko, this is our kill. She didn't contribute at all. You can't share with her!" the long-haired blonde vampire hissed. "Yeah, she's not even a part of our coven," the black-haired one added. The white-haired vampire, the one I sensed was leader, didn't say anything. He just stood there watching me with leering, fiery eyes.
"But…she's my cousin. She's family," Marko protested. Please, just let me feed! I begged in my head- the scent pounded through my nostrils like an army of delicious and exciting smells.
"But she's not a part of our family," the dark-haired vamp pointed out and for a moment I wondered at his words. But the enticing aroma of the blood seeping out of the dead human's wounds scrambled all coherent thought.
Suddenly, a gasp rang out through the stillness of the room and my jumbled thoughts focused long enough for my mind to process the scene before me. Marko and the other vampires were facing away from me now, hissing fearfully at the light brightening the windowpane.
"We must go! Quickly!" the lead vampire ordered, dropping the body. It hit the dusty floor with a wet thud and I licked my lips appreciatively. That's when Marko grabbed my sleeve and started pulling me toward the door.
"No! Let me go!" I screamed, kicking and struggling to get back to the beautiful scent of blood. "We have to leave! The sun's coming up!" he muttered in my ear and that stilled me. The sun. I now could no longer go out in the daytime, could not enjoy the warmth of the sunlight on my skin. I was a creature of the night now, and fear of the sun filled my veins with every beat of my new heart. I didn't care where Marko and the other vamps were taking me, I just wanted to get away before the sun could burn me like an open flame.
R+R please. No flames.