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Beths POV
I felt the warm glow of the morning sunrise gently dancing along my rich dark chocolate hair. If I was chocolate, I would be the most exquisite kind, but after you'd experienced me, you would immediately regret it. I smiled at this thought as I shot out of bed, at a strikingly early time of 5am. There are some benefits to becoming a vampire, but this is my favourite. As my kind only need a mere 5 hours sleep to regain our strength, it means we have the extraordinary pleasure of watching the sun rise every day. Unfortunately, today I have missed it as last night's hunting trip was not exactly a success. It started off with me in the woods, just outside of London looking for an evening snack, one of the animal variety, of course. I had just found the perfect animal, a male deer. I prefer male deer, not just because they usually are bigger, but because they have fierce antlers and I like to set myself a challenge, you never know when you might need the training. So to cut a long story short, a deer hunter happened to be out exploring the woods also. Great. So I ended up being a running target for his shotgun as I raced back to the safety of my middle class flat. Sure, I could have taken him on and easily succeeded, but I was not up for hurting another human, even if he was a murderer. Too make things worse; he ended up shooting me in the back. I groan in frustration as I remember the solid painstakingly slow two whole hours it had taken me to single handedly get it out get it out. But the worst thing in all this, my brand new, beautiful, thigh high brown suede Jimmy Choo boots got caught up in the crossfire and I'm still mourning the loss. I hop eagerly into my shower that is just about big enough for me. As I jump out of the refreshing heaven, I glance in the mirror while simultaneously wrapping a fluffy white towel around my slim body. My eyes were glowing their usual deep blue colour, an amazing contrast to my fair pallid skin. I dry my gorgeously silky, naturally straight locks and pull on my jet black underwear and tug on a blood red strappy top and pair that with my favourite dark blue skinny jeans. I then add my signature black fitted leather jacket and my knee high slick black leather boots with a three inch chunky heel; they give a 'don't mess with me' appearance and that teamed my height of 5'10, I look pretty intimidating. I them top of my outfit with my classic necklace. I've had it all my immortal life and it is dazzling. My Mother had given it to me on my 16th birthday, it has a Jade stone in the centre which is intertwined between the fragile silver. It must have cost my parents an entire month's wages, but they didn't mind, they just wanted to make me happy and boy they did.
Once I'd finished my final touches, I grabbed my keys off the walnut table in my extensively equipped living room, opened the door and went out into the brisk, exhilarating wilderness which is London. As I walk down the busy streets heading towards the middle of the city, I notice that the majority of people roaming inhabiting the path were tightly clutching briefcases, properly filled to the brim with mind-numbing paperwork. I smiled to myself knowing I would never have to become one of them, a cog in a vast corporate machine. But me, I personally only have one thing on my mind, blood. I could hear the steady beat of hearts surrounding me and the pulse of fresh blood pounding through their veins. I quickly veer right and enter a badly lit alleyway before any human could come to harm. At the end of the narrow alley, tucked in corner, is a rusting door with a sign on it reading 'Mors vincit omnia' which is Latin for 'Death conquers all'. I gently placed my right hand on the stiff door knob and slammed my whole body into the hard steel with as much force I could muster. No human could even attempt to succeed in this, I can hardly remember what it was like to be that weak and I definitely don't miss it. The door busted open and the small pudgy vampire, who I have come to know as Nikolas, almost jumps a mile and then proceeds to point his handgun at me out of instinct. He immediately relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief when he sees it's only me. His eyes change from their coal black to their normal hazel with a tint of orange.
"Damn Beth, don't do that to me! For someone who claims to be as civilised as yourself, you could at least knock first!" he ranted.
I roll my eyes at his comment and proceed to cross the concrete floor and engulf him into my long arms.
"So what's a young trouble maker like yourself doing here? I thought you were off the hard stuff." he asks after pulling away. That's his subtle way of asking me why if I've had a relapse like the last time, when he had to lock me in my own basement for two weeks. That was enough to put me off human blood for life.
"I am and you know that!" I snarled at him making him look taken aback. I sighed, "Sorry just had a bad couple of days."
"You don't have to give me an explanation I know all about it, Emily has been driving me crazy all week!" Emily was his six year old daughter who is also a vampire. Unfortunately Nikolas was forced to raise her on his own, as Emily's Mother was human. It's an unspoken rule among vampires to not get involved with a human, let alone get them pregnant. Nikolas was forced to turn Emily's Mother into one of us as a half-vampire/half-human would be sought after by others as it would be so strong. At least Emily survived the transformation, sadly her Mother did not. Nikolas is a really good parent, but like most Fathers, struggles to cope at times.
"I'm sorry; I can babysit sometime if you want." I offered.
"No no, its fine, I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill. Now, what is it you visited your old Uncle Nik for?"
"Firstly, you are only twenty years older than me," I pointed out "and secondly, I would like to purchase five bags of any animal you have, preferably deer."
"Someone missed their routine hunting trip did they?" he teased while raising an eyebrow at me.
"I ran into a few technicalities, so sue me. Do you have any or not?"
"Luckily for you we supply blood thirsty monsters and delicate veggies like yourself." He replied jokingly.
I stuck my tongue out him just as I heard the door re-open.
"Someone mentioned me?" a sinister voice chuckled.
I whipped around as fast as possible to see who had rudely interrupted our convosation. I was met face on with a harsh jaw line. I take a step back to see who this being was exasperating me. I try to hide the widening of my eyes as I saw the smug face of Roden smirking down at me. Even with my height he still had a good three inches on me, most male vampires did.
"So how's my little cherub been, miss me Beth?" he asked me with convincingly curious eyes.
I scoff at this impossible comment. I will just remain standing my ground while giving him my best death glare. Unfortunately, I had to endure five years of his petty torments at Secondary School before we were both turned. Unluckily, he was turned two years prior to me, so therefore he is stronger and he sure loves to show it. Some vampires do not like or even try to understand why some of us choose to feed from animals instead of humans, they just think of them as a pleasure and a necessity and that there's no other way to survive immortality. Roden and his 'clan' are no exception to this.
I took a quick glance behind him and saw two of his groupies standing close to him looking alert. I immediately recognised the one to his left from his coal black hair with emerald streaks through it. Don't be fooled though, I could tell by previous encounters that he's just a harmless Sausage Dog hiding behind a Rottweiler. His name is Ronan, its Irish, meaning 'little seal', how cute I thought mentally. To his right I could just make out the dirty blonde hair of Evan. He was reckless and everybody who had met him knew it. Just standing near him you could feel a strong and agitated energy radiating off him, you never knew what he would do next.
"Nikolas! Would you mind taking a look at a girl I am searching for?" Roden asked, not really caring about any answer he was give. Straight away this snapped me out of my daze.
"Sure, anything I can do to track down those rogues." Nikolas answered.
I stared at him taken aback that he would comply that easily.
He shrugged his shoulders at me in reply as if saying that he wants them caught and he would help anyone to get the job done, even if it was my enemy
Roden proceeds to shove a photograph in his face, much to Niks annoyance.
Nik growls a low and threatening rumble and says "No, not a familiar face, unfortunately for you."
Everyone knew Roden only contributes to our community because his Father, Radek, meaning 'famous ruler' was the one of the oldest civilised individuals of our race. He only turned Roden at the age of seventeen in hope to get him adjusted to the human world so he could follow in his footsteps, we all know how that turned out.
You can tell that Roden was furious at this comment but continues his calm composure, giving Nikolas a small knowing smile. "So how is Emily? Oh I remember her, bright pink lips, long golden hair, it would be such a shame if you were to, oh I don't know, be careless and one day something dreadful happened to her wouldn't it?" Roden mused.
Nikolas jumps up from the metal counter he was behind and slams his fist into it, making the metal strain under his anger, giving it a huge dent. He remains quiet though. If Roden makes a threat, he will most likely carry it out some time or another.
Roden considers him for a moment before turning to face me again, all while his 'associates' remain still and forever on edge behind him.
Roden then decides to shove the same photograph in my face with an impatient gaze, but my attention is now away from this whole scene and to a shadowed figure hovering outside the door. As soon as I saw it, they retreated out of sight, but I could still feel their presence.
A frown came across my face and Roden must have thought it was over the photo he was still holding as he said: "Well, recognize her or not? Familiar or unfamiliar? Known or unknown?" he said with a tone of anger in his voice, I could tell he was getting inpatient.
"Err..." I murmur while getting my eyes to focus away from the door and back to the matter at hand. The girl has fairly long blonde naturally straight hair, just veering on dirty blonde and medium blue eyes, edging on green. She was sitting on a beach mat next to a very respectable looking man and women, who I assume are her parents. She is smiling but her eyes look lonely and misunderstood. Humans say 'your eyes are the window to your soul', they have no idea how right they are. Everything intensifies as a vampire; this includes your eyes, so you can tell this girl is a mortal.
"I can honestly say I do not recognize her." I said innocently to Roden.
"Why do they always say 'honestly' when lying?" he asked Ronan and Evan.
He moved closer to me as if interrogating me, while really it was just his method of intimidation.
"One bag of O Negative please Nikolas." He requests while still looking down at me.
"We only have one bag left." Nikolas replied with a stressed note to his voice, clearly trying to remain calm for the sake of his daughter.
"Well that will do then, won't it?" Roden said as a sickly sweet smile infects his face.
Nik threw a blood bag at him which Roden caught swiftly with one hand, while continuing to watch me intently.
He ripped open the bag like a rapid dog using his teeth, while his eyes turned a shade of blood red. He sucks on the bag so harshly it spills its contents onto my boots. I lifted my gaze to look him dead in the eye as a warning. He clearly thought of this as a challenge because the next thing I know he has placed his free hand onto my stomach and then proceeded to push me violently into the cold grey wall behind me. I'm ready to kick him in the nuts for ever touching me, let alone pushing me aside like a piece of trash, when he drops the bag to the floor. All I can do is stare at his mouth. Fresh, warm, inviting blood covers his lips dripping down to his angular chin. I put my hands behind my back to stop me from getting a taste of my own, but I can feel my body moving closer, my predatory instincts taking over. Before I can comprehend what's happening, I'm only an inch away from his face, the warm, tempting blood... I'm only slightly aware of my mouth hanging open in awe, and my breathing coming out in short, hungry gasps. Wanting, no needing a taste for myself.
Roden slowly lifts his index finger towards his mouth and leisurely transfers the blood so it's dripping from his slim finger. Then next thing I know he forces his finger into my mouth, it's not like I would have protested with the animal inside of me having taken charge. I focus and become conscious that I'm sucking the luxurious liquid off of Roden pale finger. I'm doing it slowly at first, but then with more force, like there's a pot of gold underneath his thick skin. It's only when I start biting his finger that he swiftly removes it from my trembling mouth and throws back his head and laughs. I look around, now out of my trance and see Ronan and Evan gawking at us with taken aback looks and jaws hanging so wide they could have hit the floor.
"Well I think we shall be off now that I've got all I came for, and some extra." Roden finally said while winking at me, breaking the extremely awkward silence and making it even more unbearable.
I could still feel the blood of a poor innocent human carefully edging its way down my throat. My eyes are now welling up, great! Not only I embarrass myself, show them I'm weak but I now go the whole hog and cry.
Rodens still laughing as they walk gracefully out the door.
"You okay? Wait there; I'll go get your order. Don't move!" Nikolas said pulling me out of my coma toasted state. He sounded worried and he should be. The last time I tasted only a drop of human blood I massacred seven people, all in one night.
I shake my head at the thought of it, knowing it's only me being weak and pathetic, it's all about self control I repeat over and over in my mind.
When Nik disappears out the side door to get me my order, I take my chance and bolt out the door, not bothering to close it in the process.
I get home in a record time, not caring who sees me sprinting faster than average people through the streets; I just didn't want to lose control. When I finally reach my front door, I immediately know something's wrongs. My first clue is that the doors hanging wide open! But my second is the scent of a vampire filling my nostrils. I step through the threshold with caution and head towards my kitchen, which should not smell so much of human food as I only keep it for appearances sake, I never actually eat it as it tastes worse than cardboard dipped in shit. As I walk into the kitchen my first thought is 'what the?' and the second is 'oh CRAP!'