hey, im a little dissapointed at the lack of response, is the story too boring so far? awel, im writing this now for myself aswel as all of ye. ive looked back at the A/Ns and im gonna try and stop saying sorry:) im also telling you in advance that there is a little violence in this chapter that might not be suitable for children. happy reading!

"Feu! Feu!" "Fire! Fire!" At first, I was too shocked to move. Everything was silent for a few seconds, and then the screaming started. I was buried underneath rubble. If I was human I would have been killed instantly from the initial blast. I could hear Mícheál a few metres away starting to tunnel his way out as inconspicuously as possible. I started to do the same. I broke through the surface to find that the station was engulfed in a massive fire. The humans were so occupied with the blaze they failed to notice us pulling ourselves out of the pile of bricks.

I had the feeling of utter dread and it confused me for a second. Then, I realised that John was nowhere to be seen. I gasped and started to frantically search for my frail human boy.

I realised my mistake a second too late, the smell of blood overpowered me and I was a prisoner to my thirst. My eyes went black and I no longer cared for the lives of humans, or the threat of the Volturi. I heard the cry of an injured human less than five metres away. I whipped my head around and caught the delicious aroma. I leaped the tiny distance with ease. I brought my head down to the victim's neck and drained its body. It stopped struggling against me and went limp. I jumped from human to human until they were all finished. The demon inside me growled. I was not yet done, I wanted more blood.

I started for the street when the firemen arrived. I purred in delight, this was becoming the best meal I had had in years. I sensed someone behind me and crouched in defence. A vampire whirled in front of me and tried to grab my arms. I sprung over him, spun around and pinned his arms to his side. He wriggled out of my iron-tight grasp and shoved me back inside the burning building. I crashed into a plaster wall and sprung back up on my feet before the other vampire could attack. A wind picked up and blew the scent of blood in my face, distracting me.

Taking advantage of my distraction, the other vampire attacked and in a split second he had my arms pinned. He picked me up before I could react and whizzed past the firemen, past the grey buildings and into the countryside, miles away. He released me before I could escape. The pure air cleared my head and I forgot my rampage.

I suddenly recognised the other vampire, it was Mícheál! Regret flooded me and I was on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I had nearly killed my mate in my rage. He dropped down and swept me into his arms. "Shhh" he soothed. "It's alright; it's a natural reaction when someone attacks you, even if you know them". That wasn't an excuse, I should have known better than that. I nearly beheaded him for god's sake! But I let his words soothe me, make me whole again.

Eventually, I was able to control the sobbing and I reached up to stroke his face. "I'm sorry" I whispered. He didn't answer me. He just looked into my eyes, into my very soul. He ran his fingers into my long hair and leaned forward towards my face. He paused to take in my scent and closed the distance between us. He kissed me gently, but passionately. My mind went blank and I forgot all my previous worries. Except one.

"John" I exclaimed. I had all but forgotten him in my murder spree. A look of torture washed over Mícheál's face. "Oh no, please no" I moaned. I started to rock myself. "I'm truly sorry Emma, I couldn't stop you in time, and he was already bleeding too much. He would have died anyway". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had he no compassion for his newly dead son? 'He would have died anyway'. I was infuriated by this. He had gone too far.

How dare he say that, had he no hope? He was no better than I, the one who had killed her own son and enjoyed it. I began to see red. The rage engulfed me. Mícheál realised his mistake too late. I felt nothing but anger and grief. He was no longer Mícheál, he was just another vampire. This person didn't care what happened, he deserves to pay.

I jumped up and went for his neck, but he managed to dive of the way in time. I snarled at him in frustration, why wasn't he attacking? He started to back away slowly, but I was well past the breaking point. I sunk into a low crouch and circled around him, looking for the best angle to attack. He broke his attention for a split second, and I took the opportunity to spring. I wrapped my legs tightly around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He couldn't escape. I growled in satisfaction. I brought my teeth to his neck and bit down, tearing his head from his body. He screamed but it was drowned out by the screeching sound of tearing metal. Satisfied that the vampire was taken care of, I began to rip the rest of his body apart.

All his limbs were ripped in half but I was still not satisfied. The pure rage still ran through my body. I left the torn vampire to find another way to expel my anger. I tore my way through the forest, wrenching trees from their roots. A captivating smell caught my attention. I snuck close by the source and searched around with my eyes for the human. As my eye finally zoned in on the scent, I realised that it wasn't a human after all, just a bear. I was curious, how could a mere animal smell so delicious, I thought that a vampire diet could only ever consist of just human blood.

I climbed into the branches above the creature, observing it. I was surprised that it wasn't alerted by my presence when I crashed through the forest only moments before. My rage was forgotten in my study. I decided that the smell wasn't the worst, in fact if I didn't compare the scent with the smell of human blood, it was actually quite tantalising. That made my decision.

I sprung silently to the branches below until I was directly above the animal. It seemed to be nosing around for an animal trail. I pounced lightly onto its back and reached for its throat, which was a little difficult in the position I was in. Realising this, I swung around to face it. It was so taken with surprise that it froze in shock. Before it could react I grasped at the head to keep it in place while I ducked my head towards its neck. It realised too late that it was in danger and began to thrash about. Its claws attempted to tear angrily at my flesh, but the blows were nothing more than a breeze to my rock hard figure.

I bit into its neck, tapping into its life source. The feeling was unusual, the blood got a little matted into the fur and the taste was extraordinary. It almost quenched the thirst and it tasted bland compared to the human blood.

I drained the body and droppped it to the forest floor. The bloodlust was pretty much gone by this stage, but I could feel an echo of it still lingering in my throat.

The anger and thirst satiated, I stood up and gathered my thoughts together. I froze suddenly, "Mícheál!" I exclaimed. I darted through the path of destruction I had carved earlier. I couldn't go fast enough.

What had I done?

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