If You Want To Get Out Alive = Chapter 2

2-(Blood)-21

POV: Him2

Blood tastes like rust to some or even has a metallic taste to it. However blood to me is sweet my only way to feed this hunger inside of me. When my stomach growls it hurt badly and the ache to feed does not go away, it’s my bloodlust. 3

Bloodlust is what I feel now watching her body move through the trees. It’s too late I must kill her she just witnessed her parents getting sucked by my sharp teeth. Too long has my secret been kept, to just be ruined by some teen with a fear for the darker side of the moon. 4

I, myself has the appearance of a very well built teen but my real age goes beyond human years. I am immortal and quiet proud to be a vampire. I am handsome with beautiful golden eyes of a lion and a grin that drives all the girls wild. At anytime of the day or night, I can get a girl.5

Right now I was after only one. My black clocked body jumping from tree limb to tree limb. She was fast and seemed to have a destination in mind, she would never make it. Her brown hair blending in well but from here her pale skin could be seen. The line of her throat as she tilted her head back and let out a wounded cry, when she saw her parents. 6

Even from here I could smell her blood and the tingling sensation on my lips in excitement. I longed to dig my teeth into the flesh of her neck and let her red liquid flow into my mouth. Even now just the thought was making my stomach twist in pain and my saliva flow. 7

I continued to jump from tree to tree, high up that she would never spot me. She looked back often as if she thought I would waste my time walking, running like a normal human. No I was predator and she was prey, my abilities much greater then hers. 8

Her parents were too easy targets and I was hungry. I remembered the way her mother cowered in the corner of the kitchen with a blade in hand. She was shaking too badly to even get a good swing in as I advanced on her. The family lived out in the middle of no where, far away from the town and no matter how loud she screamed no one would hear. I reached her throat before she had a chance to get another scream in, shall we say I took her breath away. My teeth sank deep and if she had lived the puncture marks would be very sore afterwards. I would have drank her dry had it not been for the husband.9

Unfortunately he walked in at a bad time absentmindedly reading the mail not even hearing his wife’s screams. I jumped at him and left her bleeding on the floor. I pinned him to the white tiled flooring thrashing like a fish out of water and sliced his throat wildly. Slicing like a mad man is very unbecoming of me but I did it anyway. He let out a cry like a little baby fawn and it was all over with, his airway exposed. He was left bleeding while I went back to the mother, draining her of what was left of the blood. The rest was wasted on the white flooring, forever staining it. Then I went back to him and finished sucking his blood between my lips, what was left anyhow. 10

However just like the husband their teen daughter had walked in from begin out with friends and caught me in the act. Blood trailing down my lips and onto my chin. My lips probably stained red against my pale skin and my teeth drawn out, showing sharply in the light of the kitchen. I licked off most of blood figuring she would freeze up like a deer in car headlights, her eyes were that wide except I was wrong. Which happens on very few occasions. She bolted out the door leaving me to chase after her and leave her dad unfinished. 11

Seems like tonight just wasn’t my night. Why must blood always be so bittersweet? 12