Vampire Meet Slayer

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        A woman's clothes ripped, showing the claw marks skin deep into her frozen-pale skin. Ravenous bite marks along her arms and neck. Face frozen in horror and sorrow, and tears barely dry. Her no longer beating heart I hear with my unhuman ears. Feel her chilling cold body as I shut her eyes. My nose picks up the scent of the disgusting scum who violated her. I cover her with big leaves from a nearby tree and wish for her to be treated gracefully in the afterlife. My face burns with fury once again as I proceed to chase the bastard down. 

        My legs move faster than the human eye can see, my beige trench coat flowing at my pace. In the dead of night, my nose leads me to the despicable scum attacking yet another defenseless human. The pit of rage in my stomach boils more. Propelling forward, I twist his neck, since he barely noticed me in his frenzied state. Killing him for a few minutes while I speedily carry the woman to safety. She was evidently afraid of me as well, but you couldn't blame her. That's what this world has come to. It's now governed by ferocious vampires, and the most tyrannical of them all is the Vampire King. I despise him, hate them all, and hate that I'm one of them. I gently place her down and return to deal with the bastard. 

       As soon as I return, the scum is coming alive again. I'm gonna bury him into this dirty, barren ground where he belongs. His eyes turn a piercing red, sharp fangs and claws extracted out for my blood. I extract mind in kind. And unlike all the others, my eyes always stay red. 

       With his heavyset built, he accelerates at me. Positioned to rip out my heart, I push him miles back with a single palm strike. Not skipping a beat, the bastard dashes towards me much faster. Continuously bombarding me with impactful punches and kicks that keep breaking my bones faster than they can heal themselves. I speed away to put some distance between us but he's persistent in trying to kill me. While we're jumping around on the roofs, I cut my palm with my claw and come to a complete stop. He's right on my tail, without turning around, I stuff my blood in his mouth. "Gah!" He chokes, stumbling a bit. 

     "Drinking another vamp's blood is like poison," I proudly grin. "The effects usually wear off pretty soon, but I also have Vervain in my blood." I smile deviously, holding up a small jar of Vervain. 

         I grip the vile creature up by the throat and sink my fangs into him, while ripping out his heart with my hand. As his body turns gray, and veins to black, his body drops and rolls down the roof. I drop his heart along with the scum cause he's a small fry. Only natural borns can reattach their hearts. 

"Blegh. Even though I'm used to it, it's still disgusting." I cough up the filthy blood I bit a minute ago. 

Beyond being disgusting, it's shameful to drink other vamp's blood. Not like I care about that. Thinking to myself as I speed off the roof and descend into the forest. 

         "Ha...ah" Damn, I'm losing steam already. Went too long without animal blood, need to find one fast. I'm against drinking human blood, but I don't like hurting animals either. Not only is vamp blood disgusting, it can only sustain me for a few hours at most. So, I've no choice but to maintain my life by drinking from a poor animal, please forgive me. I eventually catch the scent of a deer and accelerate towards it. It's an adult one, thank goodness. I couldn't attack a baby deer. I quickly grab it and bite as gently as I can.  

      Ping! Ping! Sharp objects hit my shoulder while I'm feeding. I feel insane levels of Vervain now cursing through my body. If I didn't digest Vervain every day, developing a resistance, my insides would be burning up and I'd be unable to move. Although my speed was slowed, I managed to duck away behind a wall of trees and bushes. I didn't get to drink all the blood I needed. Plus, I got two new wounds, and with too much Vervain in my system, they won't heal quickly. I don't have the strength to move too much. 

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