My Angel

My Angel: Chapter 3

That could have gone better, I thought to myself as I stood over the dead doe. Somehow I managed to not rip it to shreds, which was a relief, I thought my strength would've ruined it, but my instincts - they made me move with ease.

It felt weirdly normal. I don't know, it felt like... like it was natural.

Though the nagging thought of my angel not being here, guiding me - it hurt. Every time I'd imagined me turning, I thought it'd be her doing it... and I thought she'd be the one to teach me how to do all of this. I've been trying hard to not think about it.

Luckily, it was actually a pretty simple process, the issue was the mess after I... after I drank for the first time. It was easy. Surprisingly so - I thought there would have been some kind of frenzy - like how she'd described it. The thirst of the hunt, the instinct that took over and turned me into a predator.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was because of all the stories she told me. How they all hunted, what it felt like, what they did. It was hard to remember what she said given that I was actively trying to not think about any of them. Saying their names alone hurt... saying her name.

Calling her an angel seemed to be as good as any kind of work around though. When I thought of her like that - it was easier, and it was an appropriate name, in so many ways.

I had let my nose guide me, using the scent of the animals to track them, which was a little disorienting. But when I left the clearing, and got out of the rain a little bit, I was able to pick up a few trails. One of which was a herd of deer. I didn't have a clue what they were at first, it was just the easiest of the smells to follow.

I'd managed to sneak up on them somehow. My steps were quiet, more than they'd ever been when I was a human.

If I'd tried this then, I'd have tripped over my feet before even getting out into the woods. I probably would have ended up getting run off by a buck or something.

In any case, I found them, and I just waited, letting my instincts guide me on how to get close. It was easy to give in. Letting my body move, to rush with unnatural speed and knock the poor thing out.

I didn't want it to feel pain, so I thought it would be merciful to take my fill while it was unconscious.

The others had scattered as I leaned down, my teeth sinking into its neck. It didn't taste bad... but it didn't feel satisfying. I don't even know how I could tell, but I was able to - like my instincts were telling me that there was better prey out there.

It was an unsettling thought, because I knew exactly what I wanted instead. What I crave. It made me feel dangerous, but it also gave me a little more understanding. My angel... telling me she was a demon, a monster. I gripped my prey tighter - I had to be better than that. I couldn't let my instincts rule me.

I could still feel the blood running down my throat, and the desperate grasp I had on it tightened even more, I could feel its bones crack beneath my grip - making me glad that I'd killed it first, as I made sure to drain it of everything. The entire time, in that haze, I didn't notice that its blood was coating my shirt. I was drenched in it.

With a sigh, I looked down at myself, my white shirt becoming officially beyond saving. I'd need to get a new one when I got my contacts, otherwise people were gonna get scared when they saw me. They were gonna get scared when I did go get them. It was unavoidable.

I needed to get better at this whole hunting thing, it's just not gonna work out if I have to throw out a shirt every time. Though I do look like an actual vampire now - I look like one of those old horror movie monsters. Tattered clothes, and blood, with a gleam of evil in his eyes. I let out a bitter laugh, wiping some of the blood of my chin