The Boy With The Carmel Eyes

2. My escape

I looked down to the lifeless body that lay under me. The sticky, warm blood dropped from my mouth into the floor. My throat burned, not with pain but with hunger. The deep rusty smell filling my nose. Making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. My instincts kicked in as my mouth reached for his throat again. My teeth sliced through his skin as I felt the warm moisture hit my tongue. I couldn't stop. The urge to suck his body dry was too powerful. Before I knew it the rust taste was gone. I looked down at the body before me, lifeless, bloodless,gone. All because of me. My clothes were drenched, warm wet liquid poured down the front of my shirt like a River. Looking around I tried to find a spare change of clothes. But where was I? I searched the halls, there was no one left. I could faintly hear the heartbeats of small rats that scurried across the floor. Running from me like I was some monster. But wasn't I? Wasn't I some sort of monster now? I had just taken the life of an innocent person.

The hallway dim. Only a few lit candles showed the way. The halls seemed like a maze. Never stopping, turning me around in circles. The light throwing my shadow on the walls like mocking glances. How was I to get out? That's when I stopped. I could hear it. The faint nosies. I listened closely. Closing my eyes in the darkness. My hearing grew sharper. Birds? I could hear them chirping in their trees. I could hear the clicking of feet as a mother deer walked across the grass to a nearby river. That's when I smelled It again. The warm wetness that called my name. My throat burned, like I hadn't drank in days. But it wasn't water I needed. It was blood.

That's when I charged. I let the smell carry me through the walls. Running was amazing. I wasn't afraid if I was going to hit into something. My senses always showed me when something was close. I could feel the swift breeze in my hair. Pushing back the spiky black tips that pushed out all over. Then I was there. A room with dim lighting coming from all over. Looking around I saw light peeking out from the cracks in boarded up windows. Showing small beams like lasers as they shown on the floor. There right in front of me was a door. A heavy black door with a lock. Inching closer I grabbed the lock in my hand and twisted, and it broke. There in my hand was two pieces of the heavy black lock. Dropping it to the ground I grabbed the handle of the door. It looked heavy but with my new found strength I knew my small body could open it. I barely used any strength when the door popped open. Then I saw it. Right in front of me. Something that had been taken away from me for years. Light.