hi people, im so sorry about the long wait for an update, but i just havent found the time, to say sorry im putting the next chapter up at the same time, so please enjoy :)
chapter 3- strength, speed and senses.
i escaped at night and ran as far away from humans as i could. i was a vampire, i found i could run with impossible speed, lift with impossible strength and i could see so much more, smell so much more, hear so much more. i found i didnt need to breathe, i was utterly repulsed by myself.
i could not live with myself, i had to protect the people from what i had become. i jumped from the highest cliff tops i could find, but each time i landed unscathed. what would it take to destroy the monster i'd become? i tried to drown myself, but found that i was just sitting under the water for hours, maybe days. i could not carry on loathing myself, maybe i could starve myself, i thought, i tried, but of course that failed too. i buried myself in the earth in an attempt to forget about myself, sitting in total darkness so as not to see the hands of the devils creature, it wasnt my body anymore, it had been stolen from me. i was a good man, but i had been damned by the evil that had taken my life and soul, trapped forever, never going to heaven, the holy place where there is nothing but peace, i was sure i would never feel peace again, i was fire and hell, war and death. peace wasnt on the cards for me, and i believed it never would be.
the burn in my throat got worse, several times it caused me to collapse to the ground, gasping for the relief of oxygen, relief i would never feel again, my lungs were forever empty, they didnt need air, but i did.
after many weeks i could feel myself weaken, and i knew my willpower was also disappearing, so i went deeper in the woods, never stopping for months. i occasionly -and unknowingly- wandered towards my old home, i watched my father as he continued his life, unphased by the 'death' of his only son. i dont believe he ever felt a real love for me, only a responsibility to make me fear god, and to punish me when i 'misbehaved'. there was one good thing about this body, the permanent scars that my father had given me had completely dissappeared, he no longer had his mark on me.
i met another... vampire... -i still couldnt stomach that- in the north of england, his name was Alastair, he was a very reserved 'man', he took pity on me, he offered to show me how to hunt, but i couldnt have done that, i would have lost it, the scent of human blood would make my already agonisingly pained throat impossible to endure, i would not kill a human to quench my thirst, the terrible, evil thirst for blood, it was unforgivable to have these needs in the first place, let alone give in to them!