I'm now running down the same street i do everyday. Running past houses, not paying attention untill i reach mine. Although you can't really call it a house, more like hell in my opinon, when the only one you have to talk to is yourself.
Three years I'v spent here. Three years of pure hell, but thats what I deserve isn't it? Thats what any murder deserves. Living hell. I sit on the tiny bed and just stare at the wall and let the intire day's night-mears take over and like many other nights, I cry. I cry for the love I never felt. I cry for the hatered for myself and most of all. I cry for the family i never had, the family i had killed.
But they weren't the only one's I'v killed. The one I haddn't killed, the one i remember as 'Jasper' sent me away because of the monster i was. At least thats the way i remeber it. Thats the way the old ones had spoken of it.
The old ones. They were the ones who had found me. They rescued me and trained me, they said i had powers that were so powerfull that that was what killed my mother and farther, and that was the reason why my family never wanted me. Because i was death in a three year olds body. But the whitch and shapeshifter old ones became angered when I fought back and refused to kill any longer. So i killed them, i killed them both. I drank there blood dry in a blink of my eye and because I was unable to controll my powers I was unable to stop. That was the last time I have drank blood, since that day i have been blood free. But also power free. the power I consumed from their thousand year old blood gave me power I'v never used but can feel it never the less. After killing them and the many people -human or not- they had made me kill I vowed never to kill unless life it in danger ever again. That also ment no blood meals which made my powers dormant leaving me useless. But i still had experience the old ones tought me that much. Soon after their death the shifters pack caught wind of their leaders death and seeked for revenge and came in hunt for me. Since then I'v been on the run.
My thoughts were soon shattered and so was my door for that matter. Since i haddn't bothered with turning on the light and my eye sight was not the best i did not see who it was that had found my hide out and was now in my room probberly trying to kill me all i felt was the soft cold had over my mouth and smooth cloth under my nose that smelt like nothing I'v felt before and a sudden urge to sleep over came me. My head and body fought against each other, my head knowing it was wrong to sleep but my body shutting down any way untill the sleepy fog reached my head and obsorbed it and i slowly went to sleep.