Gwen's POV
I woke up the next morning and walked downstairs. Trent was in the kitchen watching TV. The news was on and they where repotting a murder.
"Come here and see this." Trent said grabbing my hand and sitting me on his lap.
"The victims last night were what appear to be mauled to death and drained of blood. Police and a few experts say it could have been an animal attack but no one has heard or seen an animal. That's all we have on the 4 brutal murders right now. Stay tuned for updates or go online. If you have any information on these events….." the CNN reporter said.
"Wow." Was all I could say. The murders sounded brutal. Why did he want me to watch that?
"It was a vampire.' He said pushing me off him and getting up. "I can tell. Many victims, brutal, animalistic, blood drained, yup some vampire let loss." He said getting a cup of coffee.
"Why did I need to watch it?" I questioned grabbing the orange juice carton.
"Two reasons. One you're a new born and the elders might interrogate you. And…" he trailed off coming behind me and whispering in my ear. "You've already killed viciously and sexy once, you can always do it again." He purred in my ear. I giggled and worked on my breakfast.
He had no work today so we decided to go for a hike. And maybe hunt a bear or mountain lion. It was quite except for the birds and us talking. The grass and leaves were wet; I guess it rained last night. Finally as we were walking he stopped.
"What is it?" I asked. He pointed to a bear that was walking around.
"I'll go for the kill, then you come in and help me tare it limb by limb." He said. Then he ran to the bear. It clawed at Trent twice but he easily dodged it. Then he went behind the animal and snapped its neck in one motion.
"Holy shit, you killed that with your bare hands." Came a voice. I turned around to see a hunter. Oh shit, he saw Trent kill the bear.
"Yeah, my wife likes it that way." He laughed picking up the bear.
"Right, it's more of a challenge." I added.
"Well you aint ever gonea find me at a bears neck." He laughed. "I'm Steve. You two don't look familiar, from around here?" he asked.
"We just moved here." Trent said shaking his hand.
"What a pretty little lady you got." He said as I shook his hand.
"Yeah, every morning I look at her and wonder why she still there." He joked. Ugh, men jokes.
"Wish I could say the same about my wife. She left me a while back." Steve said.
"Sorry to hear." I said hugging Trent.
"Nah, it wasn't mean to be. Let me guess you two are newly weds right?" he asked.
"Yeah, what gave it away?" he asked.
"Letting the misses hunt with you." He laughed. "I best be going. Good luck hunting." He said wondering off.
"Did I say anything offensive?" Trent asked.
"Nope. Now back to the bear." I smiled.
Killer's POV
I crept out of my home clothed in almost nothing, but that's what draws my prey in. The moon is full tonight. Many wonderful marvels can take place on a full moon, like me I can only feast on the full moon. I ran as fast as I could to the city. There are people wondering about, some notice me, so don't. I set my eyes on this one young man. He is hanging out with a group of friends.
I can smell the fear lingering on his skin. He's terrified. This will make this so much more fun.
"Guys we should head home." He stuttered. I cloaked myself in the darkness in the alley where he stood in front of.
"Afraid the killers gona get cha?" his friend joked. If only he knew his joke, was true. What these humans called killing and murder I called sport, and food. I am hungry and I am simply feeding myself. Enough talk. I must feed. I walk seductively out of the alley in my night dress and the 3 boys stare at me. One whistles and yells.
"Excuse me, my name is Cressida. I was wondering if you can assist me in something." I said in a seductive manor. Now the human I have chosen as mine has more the fear swimming in his blood. Humans are so easy to fool. Show them a pretty girl and they are putty in your hands.
"Baby I can help you." One boy yelled.
"Sorry you are a boy, I need a man." I said grabbing my prey by his shirt. "Can you help me?" I asked. He nodded his head yes. "Wonderful." I smiled but not too big to show my fangs. I get close to his ear and I whisper. "I really need this." Then I sink my fangs into his neck.
His friends and him scream in horror and agony and I quickly drain him. I toss him to the ground and chase his loud mouthed friend. I catch him and shove my arm threw his chest grabbing his heart. I rip it out and lick the organ then through it to him.
"Boys who smoke weed taste bad." I spit. I was binging to track my third friend when I hear sirens. "Fuck." I curse. I pick up my first victim who still shockingly had plenty of blood left and take him to my home.
The inside of my place is quite and cold. I lay my friend down and cut him open. Then I bathe in his sweet blood. Not the best I have had but it will do. The sun is binging to rise, my time to sleep. I look at the mess I have made of my meal and decide to clean it tomorrow night since I didn't get my fill tonight. But now I must sleep. I lie on the boy's limb naked body and sleep in his blood.
Trent's POV
I woke up the next morning and Gwen wasn't in bed. I was first concerned but then I smelled blood and knew she must be making breakfast. I got out of bed and started t get ready. The house was eerily quite, and for some reason the smell of blood was really, really strong. I wonder why.
I walk down the stairs and the smell just got stronger making me really thirsty. I am half way down the stair case and I see Gwen lying on the floor coated in blood. Morning treat for me?
I make it down and realize this isn't some sexy thing Gwen planned. There is a dead body next to her and she's sleeping in its spilt blood. "Gwen, what the hell is this?" I ask. She wakes up and smiles at me.
"What wrong?" she asked. But then she looked over and at herself and screamed. She got up and backed off. "What the hell is going on?" she asked breathing hard.
"You tell me. You know you can't kill people Gwen." I yelled looking for anything to identify who this is.
"What? I didn't kill anyone." She said back. I was going to say something when I heard police sirens in the distance.
"Go take a shower, and put the bloody clothes in the closet NOW." I yelled picking up our dead friend. I quickly hid him in a trunk and cleaned up the mess. I burned the paper towels and changed just in time for the cops to ring the bell.
"Morning officer's is something wrong?" I asked.
"Is your wife home?" they asked.
"Um, yes she is. Just woke up, I think she's in the shower. Is something wrong?" I asked again.
"Witnesses say your wife brutally murdered two young men last night and ran away with the second body." They said coming in.
"That's impossible sir. You must be mistaken." I laughed.
"Why is that?" they asked. Time to lie, Gwen wont like this one.
"Well we're newly weds so we were kind of busy all night." I said with a cocky smile.
"And at any moment did your wife leave the house?" the cop asked.
"I was with her, here, all night lat night." I said.
"We would like to talk to your wife and examine the house if you dot mind." He said. Usually this is wear I say do you have a search warrant, but that will make me more of a suspect.
"Sure I got nothing to hide." I said. He began searching the house when Gwen in her wig that was soaked came running downstairs.
"Oh my gosh." She yelled she hugged me. "I saw the cars and I got worried. Is everything ok?" he asked looking at the officer. He took out a paper and looked at it then at Gwen, and back and forth.
"Umm, we got a call saying the woman who lived in this house murdered two men last night, we seem to be mistake." He said. "Here." He said handing me the paper. "If you see her call me." Then he walked out. On the paper was a sketch of Gwen with out her wig but slightly different. The drawing looked more, deadly, higher check bones, razor sharp teeth and nails, longer hair, and her eyes looked dead.
"Good idea with that wet wig." I said. Gwen took it off and looked at the paper.
"It looks like me." She said.
"Get dressed. We're going to the coven.' I said pocketing the paper as she ran upstairs.