Lifes Trickery Part Four

"Whoa, now don't go trying to fight. What's wrong?" I suddenly realized I was crying. I went to push myself out of his arms. Instead of him flying away he gripped me tighter. I gasped at his strength. He looked down at me. "You are strong."1

"Who are you?" I whispered.2

"I'm Scott, who are you?"3

"I'm Kiana," I replied as I slipped out of his arms. He still held on to me tight. "I have to leave." He began leading me to the front of the building. I struggled to stop. "No, Scott, I have to go. I can't be around...."I stopped not wanting to let onto what I was.4

"You'll be fine the police just want to know about what happened and who attacked you. Who did attack you?"5

"My father," I replied without thinking.6

"Uh huh," his grip tightened and I could smell his anger.7

"But it's taken care of." I whispered. "I have to go." I pulled out of his grip. we were so close to the entrance. I could smell the blood and I could feel my canines pulling out. I felt an urge stronger than anything before. I could taste blood, trickling in my mouth from my cut gums. "I have to go." I broke into a run and ran back past the garbage can. I was running faster than I had ever done. I stopped around a corner and leaned against the wall. I had to be at least two miles from the hospital. I could still smell Scott on me.8

I leaned down and clutched my sides. As I lent over I felt something poke my leg. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a card. i read the scribble and realized that it was Scott's address. I crumpled it up, having no intention of going there. I had managed for two years to live by myself I could do it again. I sat down on the e ground and kept my mouth open to keep my teeth from puncturing my lips. the urge to drink blood was stronger than ever. I could smell humans and the rancid smell of their sweat and other bodily odors. I heard a squeak and reached out and grabbed a rat. With only a slight hesitation I brought the filthy animal to my lips. I quickly brought my canines down and punctured the germ infested skin. I began to suck out the warm, bitter, metallic tasting, blood.9

Once the rat was dry I threw it away. I spit out a few, oily hairs, and a flea. At the sight of the blood on my hands I turned over and vomited. I laid down and curled up. Suddenly, I wished I hadn't thrown the card away.10