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Blood Price, Chapter 1 |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Saturday, 14 June 2008 | |
Nightlife
The line in front of the new nightclub is growing, more and more of my prey are arriving at the soon to be ‘blood bath' if all went to plan. I lick my pointed teeth and sigh as Henry hisses, "It's all a bit too easy, I mean, they are queuing up to be slaughtered" Henry's posture stiffens, the line of humans going to their demise grows longer, and the Stupid People are unaware of the impending doom awaiting them inside the dark shadows. I am smiling at my two brothers and sister, tonight is one of those nights where you know you are going to be the only ones going to leave on a high. Some of the more cautious humans think better of it and go home before we can start to feast on the rest; those humans have to be dealt with before they can express their suspicions to the friends or family or worse. I enjoy killing those people the most, their blood tastes so much sweeter when there is a reason behind the murder. We follow the lengthy line in front of the door and I smile as we enter. Generally, humans find our smiles irresistible and we use this advantage. We can use our beautiful, but deadly, appearance to talk humans into doing things for us like getting cigarettes and alcohol or even make them jump off cliffs if we are feeling especially cruel. When we finally arrive, and sit, at the bar inside the club, Henry and I order drinks whilst Edmund, Evander, and Loretta seduce unsuspecting humans into deserted rooms where they can kill and feed off them without attracting too much attention. I give him a side-glance, Henry is staring at his half-full glass of cheap wine, the red tint in the liquid is making him broody. His teeth, when I see a glimpse of them, are simply dripping with venom; that venom causes immeasurable pain in our victims, it paralyses them then slowly eats away at their vital organs until there is nothing left but a blood-filled corpse. This kind of thing was what I lived for, why I kept up the façade. Although I look no older than the age, the age I was when Henry turned me into this terrible monster, just sixteen years old, that feeds by murdering others. I am one hundred and ten years old this year and I have not aged physically one bit. Humans may dream of being immortal but, there is nothing more tedious than a life you can never grow out of. For years after I was changed, I still hoped that maybe I would be the one exception to this rule, that I would eventually grow old and die; but after ten years, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a shiny new window and see that my hopes has been ignored. When I peer into the shiny surface at my own reflection, I see that I have not aged one bit in the century that I have remained the same and that I am still sweet sixteen. In order for this matter not to cause anyone to ask questions, I have to move every couple of years to a new place where no one knows who I am. That is the hardest part of it all, the whole leaving thing, it is hard to have to uproot myself and start new every time I reach an age which I can no longer pass for. Henry, Edmund, Evander, and Loretta live with me in my small, conveniently dark, apartment; Henry looks old enough to be our dad so no one asks any uncomfortable questions like; ‘Where are your parents?' or ‘What the hell are you guys doing wondering the streets, alone?"
I know how Henry feels about me and what he feels is no longer simple affection for a sister. I love him more than I can love anything, the only thing is stopping me from making my move, and Henry from making his, is Loretta. I know how she feels about him, the lust in her eyes in unnerving. Unfortunately my unique ability makes ignoring their inner passion that much harder. Saturday night, and we are all heading towards a local club for dinner, Henry was close at my side while Edmund, Evander, and loretta stroll closely behind. "It's a good night," Henry mused, "we shall not go home hungry, my love." I heard Loretta hiss from the shadows behind where we stood but still I smiled, flashing my crystal white teeth in his direction. He smiled at me and used his slightly coiled finger to play with a ringlet of my thin, black hair, "You have picked the perfect night for feeding, and I must congratulate you, Victoria." I smiled and felt my cheeks burn in the dim light, the pale pink flooding my face. "You look hungry, my love, here," I held out my bare wrist and ran Henry's nose along its surface. His pupils dilated to more than twice their usual size, I could see clearly that he lusted and desired my blood like a heroin addict needs the drug. He pulled me into his chest and held me there as he bit my neck; my pulse sped up as I began to lose control to what little humanity I had left. I felt my power weaken and my thirst for death grow; the lust for blood would always be my weakness, and yet it was the poison circulating my body still that gave me grace, beauty and strength. Hunger burned like a fire inside my heart, I winced, "I... need..." I tried to remain calm but my breathing was already starting to become irregular, my normally still heart racing inside my chest, causing my head to spin. This was why I fed every night, killed all those people; Juging such a person might be easy, but you have to consider the price I have to pay, the blood price. "Oh Lord, Vikki, calm down..." I heard Loretta murmur from somewhere behind me my body became rigid and my hands turned to claws before her very eyes. I would have too hunt that night if I was ever to recover my sanity. It was just bad luck that a yummy human happened to pass me by at that moment, bad luck that the terrible creature inside of me had been beneath the surface. Maybe if I had fed before, hunted in the woods near by, I would not have killed him. "Excuse me," I breathe to Henry, pecking him on the cheek faster than any human eyes could see, "snack time." I followed him outside, the delicious human, making sure to stick to the shadows and out of the blinding moonlight. He smelt so good that my deadly saliva almost escaped from my lethal mouth and onto my new Dior leather jacket. I daydreamed, as I crept closer and closer to my prey, about how I would kill him: it would be quicker to make it quick and break his neck in two and/or snap his head clean off, but it would be messy and it would have too many implications. Perhaps the best option would be to play with him first, toy with him, seduce him into believing that he loved me and that he would do anything for me. This was always fun but also wearing; it pained me to watch as they realised what I was and that they were going to die. Compassion for my victims was my weakness, if I ever had one. My prey turned to stare at me with eyes full of terror and shock; I could tell that he was stunned not just by my imeasurable beauty, but by my razor sharp teeth that could be seen inside my open mouth, too. I smiled rather sweetly and did an excellent impression of a cat, purring in pleasure at what this night promised to bring. I knew that no hearts, neither mine or his, would be beating by the break of dawn. "Do not move," I told him gently, "Do not make a sound..." I nipped his neck at first, gently, but then bit him with my teeth, temptation almost too much to bare. His breathing was quickening, as if he were running a marathon and his heart pushed more blood into my stained mouth.
Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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