Venom Impulsers

The Blood-Part 2

Venom Impulsers

That is when the smell hit me, Blood.

My mouth watered and a fierce growl came from my throat. My inner monster screamed Mine! I felt possessed by this raging monster as it guided me to the blood

The Blood (Part 2)

Bella-October 3 2010-Night fall

Edward finally stopped and muttered quietly to go for the guy with the knife. I leaped from the roof tops without a second thought landing on my feet effortlessly. I looked up instantly looking for this crucial element to satisfy this thirst.

There were three people and Edward told me to go after the guy with the knife. My eyes quickly surveyed over the scene and annoyance flared through me.

One person.

Only one damn person has a knife!

He's selfish! He wants all the blood, don't listen to him! Drink it. Drink all the blood.

The monster screamed in its small rusty cage inside of my mind. The monster was almost on the verge of breaking free.

I tried ignoring this monster, observing the scene before me. One man lay bloody and lifeless on the ground, a woman sat on a curb looking at me with complete horror and then there was the guy. The guy with the knife, my prey, my satisfaction.

He looked at me with disbelief.

Looking from the roofs and back at me again, "What the hell?" He staggered back.

My nose scrunched up as I could smell his blood was tainted with something. I could hardly care less, I was too thirsty, to care.

I sank into my crouch and slowly stalked my prey.

His eyes were round, vulnerable, his body shaking with terror...I couldn't help but remember that I was once him. I was once that horrified little prey.

"You're eyes! There red. What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled and turned around running full sprint. I rolled my eyes because as he ran breaking a sweat, I walked. I could faintly hear the woman shrieking the man's name, and all I wanted to do was sink my teeth into her skin just to shut her up from her irritating wails.

I could feel myself smile.

He was just too damn slow.

I jumped above him, landing in front of him. His face paled. "H-how did y-you do that?" He stammered. I looked up to my prey's face. He had dull blue eyes and his blond hair was pulled back into a low pony tail. His breathing was erratic and his body trembled.

Pathetic. The monster spat. Drink. Now.

I heard a faint sob ringing in my ears. "Please don't!" My eyebrow's furred in confusion as I turned around, to see the young woman clutching her purse as she franticly looked through it.

She's not running? My smile grew. Two snacks, I sang.

This woman's blood didn't seem to be as foul as this man's and for that I was beyond excited. The thing that stood out the most about this woman was her flaming red hair; it curled all the way down to mid-back. Her eyes were a dark green and were filled with some salty liquid. Her face was covered in some kind of face paint as black dripped down the corners of her eyes and red was smudged all over her mouth.

My nose scrunched up as a smell hit my nose.

I almost gagged at the strong fragrance. Why would anyone want to smell like that? It smells revolting! Lik-