A lovely mess

Chapter 6: Chasing regrets

*********************JERMIS POINT OF VIEW*****************

I lay in bed next to Macys bare body. I watched her sleep for hours. The way she shifted, the way her breathing slowed, it was so peaceful. I never wanted to get up. With hunger boiling inside me, I sprung out of bed. I scribbled on a post it note and left it on my side of the bed. I quickly but quietly I shoved my feet through black leggings and leather combat boots. I topped it off with a red leather jacket and black cami. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and left by 3am.

*********************MACYS POINT OF VIEW******************

My alarm clock buzzed the sweet melody of "heaven sent" by "front porch step". I groaned loudly and rolled over with a toothy grin expecting to see the face of my love. My smile faded slowly as I found a post note instead. I picked it up and read it to myself. "Out hunting, I'll bring you back a leg ;)" I chuckled to myself. I hated when she hunted. Why is it that she thinks so low of humans? I get that she needs to feed but. I sighed not able to finish my thought. I ran my fingers through my hair and considered calling her. I know she'll be frustrated with me if I interrupt her.

*********************JERMIS POINT OF VIEW******************

-after 3 hours of hunting-

I must've walked this path a thousand times now. But this time was different. What's this feeling in my gut? My throat is dry even though I just fed. Is this guilt? I didn't kill this time, I fed off snotty stuck up teenagers that partied in the cornfields till the crack off dawn. I snuck up on two of them in the middle of a hook up. The guy saw me first and continued with a wink. I winked back as I slowly walked towards them.

"Threesome?" He whispered in her ear.

I chuckled. My heightened senses told me everything I needed to know. They were both drunk. From Coronas ? Light weights. I sniffed the air.They were drunk. Two coronas did it for the female. 9 for the male. Impressive. The female turned and looked up at me

Their bodies were intertwined laying on a raggedy blue blanket that had dirt trapped in the seams. The guy had glasses and was attractive for the most part. The girl was beautiful. Amazing cup size and short black choppy hair that hung before her shoulders. A smile spread from ear to ear when she looked up at me. She nodded her head for permission. She slowly stood up and my eyes clung to her bare body. I cupped her face and felt the essence of life spring to my finger tips like a magnet. She became nauseous and I didn't stop there. I let my hands explore her body, absorbing her life source. She moaned loudly and it was hard to stop. I stood behind her and slowly let my hands creep downwards touching her thighs. I kissed her neck and as I did her essence filled my mouth. I licked my lips, in a trance. She was enjoying it just as much as I was. I almost killed her. I stopped and let her in conscious body fall to the ground. The guy was stunned and started to get dressed panicked. I forced my eyes to glow one silver, one gold. I held my hand out and his body rose a few inches from the ground. I clenched my fist and his neck made a noise that resembled a twig breaking in half. I chuckled. "Shouldn't have tried to run:" I smirked, admiring my kill. I crept towards his body and placed my hands firmly on his chest. His essence filled my body. I let out a small moan. The feeling was equivalent to an orgasm. My body trembled with excitement as I finished him off. "Great now I have a body" I complained. I rolled the blanket around his body and threw him over my shoulder.

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My mind returned to the present and I felt satisfied for the most part. Why am I upset ? There's this feeling in my stomach like I did something wrong. I was walking the path through the corn fields. My feet kissing the pavement with every step. I approached my truck and threw my leather jacket in the bed of the truck. I turned my head towards the cornfields and sighed. My head snapped towards my truck just in time to catch someone jumping into the bed of my truck. My eyes widened.

" Sequoyah fucking Rosaline." I shrieked.

In the bed of my truck sat my best friend of 217 years. She had dark red straight hair that cover her whole back. Although her skin was pale, it was smooth and her pigment was creamy. Her emerald eyes stood out the most. She grinned after hearing me say her name.

" Jermi fucking Van Pelt." She recited.

She jumped out of my truck and pulled me in for a huge hug.

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked bubbling with excitement.

She frowned and her face grew more serious. " Jer-" she paused.