Forever

The Ride

*Chris POV*

  Dinner was all that ran through my brain. Inhaling a deep breath in, a deers scent was caught. A smile plastered onto my face. Running after the scent, was torturous. Each step I took, each breath I was taking, drew me into a deeper need.  Finally, my prey... drinking by the water bed. Ever so calm, so innocent, so...helpless. In a blink of an eye, my hands snapped the deers neck like a twig.

   It's death so quick and painless. After thanking the deer, for putting my hunger to rest, I sink my needle sharp fangs into the neck of the animal. The first bite is always the best. My head is spinning like a ferris wheel. The blood is bitter, yet satisfying. Suddenly the thought of sinking my mouth onto Braxton's frail neck, sent shivers up my spine. I shut my eyes, gripping the deer even closer to me, as if it was even possible. I'm flying in cloud nine. How fresh, warm, and pleasing Braxton's blood must be? How I would leave no inch of him being untouched by my mouth. He would be the answer to all my problems, I have to feel him..i.need.him. A deep needy moan within my throat was released into the neck of the deer. Feeling the blood tickle my collar bone, encouraged me to drink ever so quickly. My satisfaction is given to me.  Stuffed as ever, I throw myself back, feeling brand new. The deer can not just be left here like a leaf. I have to bury it, it seized my hunger afterall.

   Each feeding was like a roller coaster, you enjoy the rush and excitement. Until you hit the climax of the ride, and feel like you're on top of the world. That ride eventually slows down to a halt, making you feel new. Human blood has a different kind of fresh. Imagine you have been running for mile, without stop. A bottle of cold water would mean the world to you, wouldn't it? Just one drop would send you into paralysis. That's how I live my life, every single day. If not careful, hunters would be on my back.

  Opening the door to my log cabin, I tore off my bloody clothes, then throwing them in the washer. My almost naked self walked down the dark hallway. A familiar photograph on the wall caught my eye. It was my family. Mom, Dad, and John. John was my 4 year old brother. 2 years ago, me and my family went camping.

*flashback*

  "Ready or not! Here I come", my voice yells. Faint giggles can be heard through the side side of my ear. "Oh I wonder where you can be, John!". "Don't go too far Chris! You can get hurt!" Mom yells. Looking behind my shoulder, mom is taking out the last of the pans from behind the red truck. "No promises! " I laugh jokingly. Walking deeper into the woods, it begins to get quieter and quieter. *snap* My head darts to the side, where the sound came from. A tree? Grinning deviously, I creep my way towards the pine tree. "Oh Jooohhnn, where are you?" I sing, my voice echoing through the trees, as I am getting closer. "Annddd" sweeping my way around the tree, and grabbing a small figure. " gottcha!" I yell. "That's no fair, you cheated!" John pouts, crossing his arms. "Haha, no you cheated." I say teasingly. "How?" John questions, tilting his head to meet his shoulder. "Because your-" "AHHH" a blood curdling scream, that could heard from a mile away. "Mom.." I shakenly whisper. "Get on my back!" I tell John. Kneeling and waiting or him to get on my back, I start running as I hold John close to me. "Cwis, what's wong?" He asks, voice filled with terror. "I don't know yet, I just need you to hold on tight okay?" I say, trying to keep a steady voice. A few yards away, stood my mom, she wasn't alone. My eyes and heart beat went full blast. A man with a bloody mouth was holding my crying mom, tight to his chest. Are those? Fangs?! Vampires are not real! They can't be?!

  

    "Chris, run!" Mom yells. "Shut up!" The guy says, then hitting mom. "Don't touch her you filthy mutt!!!" I yell, walking closer. Dad.. where is he?! My eyes search frantically for my father, but he was only a few yards away. His throat and the ground, covered in his own blood. I felt my eyes sting. "Like my masterpiece?" The man smirks. Mentally, my brain was yelling, but no words escaped my mouth. "What's wong with daddy, Cwis?" John asks.