Clear Blindness

Chapter 17

Vincent P.O.V

The week that had passed killed me, little by little each day. I haven't fed, most likely 'cause everything I try to drink my body rejects it and I end up throwing up all the blood. Yes, it is as disgusting as it sounds, it's a major pain in the ass too.

The problem is, nothing appeals to me, not blood, not my humanity, not the comfort everyone's trying to give me. Nothing.

Kill. Go out and kill someone. It'll make us feel better, Whispered an evil voice. It was tempting, to feel the thrill of the hunt. . . .

"No," I growled, pushing away the pleasurable thought of taking another person's life.

The voice laughed emotionlessly. Come on, I know you want to. I know you want to hunt. And in the hunt we'll catch our prey, then rip their throats out as we drink their blood! Something snarled inside of me. It wasn't my Inner Soul. It was evil, dark, soulless.

It was the person I used to be.

"Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head!" I roared, turning around, driving my fist into the wall again and again.

Memories popped up in my mind. Me holding a werewolf man by the throat as I sliced his throat open and drank from the waterfall made of blood. Me chasing a vampire woman, catching her, smiling as I drove my hand through her chest, and coming out with a still beating heart, afterward licking my fingers one by one like a treat.

Memory after memory pushed themselves into my mind, tainting the good Ellie's ever caused me to have.

'Be strong! Don't give in, we have to find our Elizabeth!' My Inner Soul yelled over my loud laughing.

My vision became bleary as the evil thing inside of me tried to break my barriers. Sadly, the evil thing was me. At least, the person I used to be before I found my Beloved. I was the Vampire Prince; emotionless; cruel; dark; sinister. . .practically every bad nightmare a person could think of. Like the one being that stole my Beloved. The Alpha King.

"Vincent!" the scream echoed around me, including inside my head. There's only one person I would've allowed to call me Vincent right now, and that's Ellie.

Shrieking like a crazed animal, I run outside where the world seemed to spin before me. Nothing was still.

"I love you," Ellie's painfully familiar, soft, voice whispered.

Her words brought me back to the real me, Ellie's Vincent, and there was no way I was going to let myself go.

I quickly called for a pack meeting. After explaining what I had heard, we left for another search.

Most of the packs' were out there looking for her: Shadow Blood, Midnight, Eclipse, White Shadow, Howler, and Sharp Fang (known as Paul's pack) packs and those who're willing enough to help.

My Elizabeth; my heart; my love. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut. The trees rushing past me, the air that I'm breathing, the ground I'm running on, it was all off. Didn't understand what it could possibly be that's bugging me but it was. There was this little voice whispering to me that something, someone, was out there, waiting.

The search made me think back to Bruce. Over the weekend Bruce has been doing better. Way better than he was supposed to is what Dr. Munroe said. I would have to agree with him. Bruce running beside me at the moment said it all.

Mentally shaking myself, I scowl. I needed to stay focused.

An hour passed, time flew by, my sanity slipping away. That is, until I Felt it. The Feeling was slowly, at a snails pace, coming back. But it was there.