Thou shall not kill - Chapter Six

For Disclaimer see Chapter One.

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Misery's Children

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We are misery's children and this is her curse on us.
It's her curse, this craving inside of us.

Will it ever end -- with out falling, with out doing the unforgivable sin?
Once I forgot about it, thinking it was just a dream, a bad one.

But now I think I will never awake from this dream…
If life was just a dream than what is this?
Living like this, with this … this thing inside?

Is it to be fought successfully? Will it ever be?
This thing, it feels like deep pain inside, burning like fire.

But it is part of me, now.
I have to fight against myself, at least a part of me.

But I fear that in the end, it will be a losing battle.
And you know it too, because you feel the same -- deep inside.

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xox

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It was night again, just another night and Mike had just gotten up. Only this night he didn't feel like flying, no, not at all. He was feeling ill now.

It was an illness he knew all too well since that first time in the kitchen. He had felt it again, crawling inside for quite a while but he had kept quiet, trying to ignore the feeling of worms inside eating him alive -- which was a very hard thing to do. He already felt disconnected from Sam, from his family and saying anything would just scare them farther away and he couldn't take any more of that --

Of feeling alone, feeling lost -- so much like a little lost boy in the dark.

Aside from the hunger inside he felt cold, just like coldest winter -- yet outside it was still a warm summer night. It was a night most people would have tossing and turning in their beds because of the heat but his feeling cold came from inside of him.

Oh, he had known that it would come to this but he hoped, for what he didn't exactly know, maybe he had hoped they would be spared of this.

At first he had been scared, then accepting and a part of him had felt like it could be okay -- and for a while it had been, more than okay. It had been exhilarating, the feeling of flying, of the night around him.

Of course that happiness didn't last long for them and reality had them again and here they were again. No, he had no other choice but to face it now, this downside of what he was now: a creature of the night.

"Face it." He snorted.

So, and now he had woken up again, with this dangerous need waiting inside. Michael was all too aware of his family, of his brother sleeping upstairs and his mother every move while she tried to get some sleep. He could hear them all, could smell them -- and almost taste their blood. It was discomforting and so very alluring, whispering with soft devious voices to him.

He shook his head.

No, he wouldn't go there again.

He had to leave the house -- now.

He then paused a moment in front of Sam's room, unsure if he should try speaking with him. Sam had been grown distant during the last few days, he thought sadly. Well, there was nothing he could do about this.

"Sam? Have you seen Star?" He finally called, his voice sounding hoarse and rough, but got no answer.

Bang! That door was definitely shut.

So, he went out, knowing that Star had al ready left their room, and now went looking for her.

Wincing, he left the house quickly, pausing outside just for a moment to get his bike ready for the road. He kept driving -- and felt the night wind blowing in his face, it was even warmer then he had expected it to be for a summer night but inside it was still cold.

Yes, inside it was getting colder by the minute and he could do nothing against that, against that growing pain. The pain kept growing and growing until he felt hollow. He had to go out, staying away from Sam, his family and all human company, at least for tonight. He had done this many a night before but tonight it seemed not to work; the pain was still growing, so were his senses.

"Star, where is she?" He was wondering. He didn't know where to go so he drove around with no real destination.

Suddenly he realized he had stopped in front of the cave and stared at it for a good amount of time. Of all places it seemed he ended up always here, the place where it all began. He got off his bike then, and walked towards the cave's entry. He sighed, there she was -- and she seemed to be as hungry as he was. "Might be the reason she got up that early." He thought briefly before he finally entered the cave.

"Michael," he heard her call him and then she pulled him into a tight hug, clinging to him and he clung back.

"I-I'm so hungry, how … can w-we stand this any longer?" She whispered into his ears, her voice shaking from suppressed pain.

"I don't know," he answered and he really had no idea how to stop their suffering, without doing the worst: killing. He could feel her pain like he could feel his own. He then took her even closer to him, feeling comfort in her heartbeat this close.

"We better stay here for a while." He heard himself saying. He felt so helpless.

Then this night ended like it began with pain inside. They fell asleep like this, on one of the beds here. In each other arms, they stayed here, here, where everything had began. They had simply no other choice. That was all they could do to make it a little more comfortable if they could call it that.

Next night he woke up, pain came now like tidal waves to him. He got up, away from Star, who was still sleeping. She looked so peaceful, what a wonder, he thought briefly.

He walked out of the cave. Outside the moon was shining; it was almost full moon. It was late summertime, almost autumn but days were still as hot as ever. Tonight there were many animals active and he could spot some deer in the forest not far from him.

"Amazing…" He thought and went into the forest or what was a forest to his eyes, him being a city boy and all. He had been watching them for a while.

I have to be quiet so they won't recognize me.

"They are amazing," he thought in growing fascination, eyes narrowed.

He kept sneaking nearer to them.

Then he felt another wave of hunger and suddenly noticed that he wasn't alone anymore. Next to him he spotted Star getting closer to him. She had her eyes focused on the same direction as him -- the deer.

They shared small glance at each other. "There're no humans!" He whispered nearly impossible to hear but to vampires.

She nodded and took the place on the opposite site.

They felt so alive, filled with delicious energy with every heartbeat he could hear.

He couldn't control the craving anymore.

Now they're already hunting -- closing in.

There, here we are.

"This is our way out! Hell, there is no alternative to this, is there? Not one we want to take."

That was the last thought he had, before he leaped forward, breaking the deer's neck.

He sank his fangs into its throat and drank. True, it was a strange feeling, the fur between his teeth but with the deer's blood the pain flooded away and he felt at peace for once.

After what felt like an eternity but was only minutes in real time they returned to the cave, sated and free of pain for the first time since days.

Just, when they were about to enter the cave they stopped in their tracks. Someone was in the cave, someone, who felt familiar to both of them.

"David!?" They exclaimed both.

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Thank you for reading.

Miarath