My Heart

Chapter 3

"Santo" 

The taste of her blood was so good, that all thought vanished from my head, and something I dreaded, I turned into to a beast that I was born to be. 

I had never tasted anything as good or intoxicating as beautiful child's blood.  

All that my brain willed me to do was drink, savor every ivory drop. I didn't want to stop, to leave the body with so much blood still awaiting my waiting taste buds. 

More importantly, I didn't want to share. I didn't want another one of my species coming and ripping apart her beautiful flesh. Some of us could be so ruthless.  

What was so different about me? I thought to myself , still drinking. 

But something willed me to stop. To take my face away from away, away from her neck and look into her exquisite black eyes. I did just that. 

Lifting my head away I looked at her face, her long blonde hair cascading around her features like the most beautiful bird's feathers, so soft and touchable.  

I crouched like that for a long time, studying her features. Lost in thought about my love life, or lack of one for that matter. 

I was in the midst of my thoughts when I heard something like a whimper coming from her direction. 

The next thing I was going o see would haunt me for the rest of my life... 

She stirred her head and opened her mouth, where a beautiful pair of white fangs stood. 

What Have I done?!?!?! 

I have officially turned her.  

Not even thinking about the consequences I was going to have to face when I went back to my coven, the only thing that crossed my mind was that she was a turned, an outcast, a rogue.  

I had just turned her life into the same hell that I was living through every day. How was I going to ever forgive myself?  

I could never. 

Aside from her terrible life ahead, the biggest problem we will face later on will be the everlasting bond between us.  

Kind of like soul mates, we would feel when the other one was near and always be trapped in the bond, not being able to love others and having been chosen for each other. 

But the thing was that she wasn't going to know who I was because I wasn't going to stick around. And just like any other problem I was faced with lately, I came up with the same solution. 

I ran away.

"Bianca" 

My eyelids were heavy, I waskknt cold anymore, and I felt so refresh that I could have done any stupid thing you asked me to. Reluctantly I opened my eyes, expecting to find my velvet duvet wrapped around me, and the morning sunshine seeping through the curtains.  

The first thing that demanded my attention was a sparrow, that had gathered enough courage to come surprisingly close me.  

A sparrow in my bedroom? 

Nope... 

The notion was too good to be true. 

I was stuck in a blizzard, in an enchanted forest, stuck up to my waist in snow, and in the middle of nowhere. 

The second thing that demanded my attention was how dry my lips felt. Oh, how I ached for something warm and slightly thick. And I was pretty sure if I didn't drink something soon my lips would crack. 

"Kill the sparrow drink the blood" 

Whow were did that come from? Was somebody playing tricks with me? Was I going insane from not drinking or eating anything for the last 24 hours? 

Strangely the idea of eating didn't seem so appealing. 

I decided to ignore it. It was probably my mind trying to play tricks on me. 

Something that the sparrow had seemed just right. Blood... 

Oh My God, not again. Where was this odd train of thought coming from? 

"It's called instinct dayling, it's what our species have. So if our maker left us unattended and uninformed like yours, we would survive. Oh, just so you know, not all of our kinds are as lucky as you to come across an experienced one like me on your very first day," a very feminine voice stated. Whipping my head around, I stared from side to side. I could clearly remember that the voice came from my left. 

The sound of her laughter echoed through the forest, projecting from tree to tree.  

Her voice was soft, smooth, like someone who is very sure of herself. 

"Think child, use your instincts, that's why you have them. "Where am I?" "What is it that you desire" Ask yourself," She bellowed. 

"Who...Who... are you?" I stammered craning my head to the location where her voice had come from last. My right. 

I started to worry, the fool I am, was going crazy? Or I might be asleep.  

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming..." I kept on telling myself. 

"What would make you believe me dayling?" She asked. 

I don't know where I got the confidence to speak form, but I felt like nothing could hurt me, and I felt strong. 

"Show yourself, tell me what I am, or more precisely what you think I am," My new voice carried over the wind with confidence, with an air of a badass. 

"As you wish..." Came the reply.  

Something in the distance morphed into a figure. Raven hair, cascading down a full fur coat, to the mid section of her back. Full red lips, with a tinge of amusement.  

Put simply, she was beautiful, not to mention her eyes, black so deep that it would be hard to not notice them. Her pale skin was like snow reflecting sunlight like a thousand diamonds, catching the smallest rays of sunlight.  

But there was something deadly about her, like the way she was standing so eerily still. Too still for any human, and more strangely her shoulders didn't rise and fall with every breath like humans. 

What made me look so closely? She was at least a hundred meters away, My vision was exquisite, I could suddenly see every single detail, every single wrinkle of her fur coat, how her eyes flickered with something, something like sympathy. 

Had I been mistaken?  

Was she just another statue that I hadn't noticed? 

But she moved, in the next instance, she was standing beside me leaning in to me. Her nostrils flared. 

Almost in a whisper she said "Now do you believe me?"  

Ever so slightly she opened her mouth and in place of two teeth, there were two abnormally sharp teeth facing downwards. 

Fangs, I had read and dreamt about those. The proof of a fantasy come to life. Still I was skeptical of my consciousness. "Still not believing are you?" he asked in that sweet accent of mine. "well this will make you think twice.  

She took hold of the sparrow so fast that I could swear she didn't move. 

It seemed impossible, inhuman even. 

She cracked its neck and stood still for a few seconds, a hungry look clouding over her eyes. But it vanished as soon as it came and was replaced by the same control as before. 

The blood seeped onto the snow.  

Marking the white with drops of beautiful crimson. 

A sweet almond scent reached my nostrils. They flared, drinking in the scent. 

The tugging in my stomachache became worse than before taking all control away from my body. 

The next thing that registered in my mind was the way my fangs sank in to the flesh of the sparrow i had snatched from the women's hand. 

Mine, my mind said.