My eyes jerk open. My throat burning for some sort of sensation, but my mind lingering on one question. "Where's Caty?" I speak aloud expecting someone to hear. I trace every line and detail on the patterned ceiling. My new eyes absorbing the rough edges and bumps along the hospital Roof. "James and Clair haven't made it back yet. Their still searching, we sent more guards out today." I hear Gabe say. A burst of anger and adrenalin rushes through my mind as I stand and run over lifting him up easily by his shirt color. "You idiot! Other guards won't hesitate to kill her! Did you now think?!" I allow my scream to fade as I see a spark of fear in his eyes. I put him down, sighing in frustration. I felt thirsty, hungry, and sick to my stomach. There's no way I'd be able to go save her without barfing once or twice being unused to no hospital care. Being mutants, our bodies adapt quikly to our environment. I cover my face with my hands. "Screw it." I mutter running past him, shamelessly. "Wait. You can't, Princes!" He yells. "Says who?!" I yell back. "Everyone!" He yells. "Exactly the reason you bug off to your guard duties saying that I tortured you till you let me go." I had to find Caty before she did something usurper stupid. Believing the Shadow King was one strike, what's next? "No. I'm not lying to my dad." He says. "And what?! Get you butt kicked when you get back?! Believe it or not, you disobey orders, you get punished." I growl. Why wouldn't be just let it go. "And believe it or not, yes, I'd rather protect you from the mass murderers out there and get punished, than find you suddenly dead, then possibly I'd get beheaded because your my responsibility." He says. Boys. They never learn. "I'm none of your concern now. Your reputation, is bigger then my pitty little life." At least I hadn't gone through much if I was killed. At least I've seen the light, heard the sounds of the world, experienced part of what seemed like a normal child hood... some aren't so lucky. "Your pitty little life keeps my family living instead of out on the streets barely making it by a month. You keep maids from becoming the town's worthless widows. You do more than you think." Thanks Gabe for the lecture. Ill be going now. I walk past him rolling my eyes. They'd still have Jacob to watch after and my parents. I'm not a life or death situation, let alone something to be swelled on if I did die. I run out at my faster vampire speed so he doesn't catch me, dodging nurses left to right. I resist taking in a full breath of the irony sweet smell, and focus on the road ahead. Ignoring the fact my throats begging me to drain one of these poor souls. Mouth watering souls. No. Stay focused, your not a heartless killer, Grace. I stop breathing till I get outside and take a full breath of fresh air before taking off again. Off to find Caty.
After two hours I catch her scent. I can't help but say that's talented. Think of having to search half a planet. With no type of transportation. Anyway. I follow the scent to a cave, the smell of blood slapping me in the face. I shake it off and stop breathing, afraid my vampire mode will kick in and accidentally kill her. Not my plan. I walk through the dark cave, a sparkling flame flouting above my hand, burning brightly. My new eyes catching every detail on each rock and it's rigid texture. That's when they scan over something identifying it as breathing, my hears hearing its heartbeat quicken in panic. "Caty?! It's me Grace!? I'm here to take you back. I promise, I won't let them hurt you." I say calmly, my voice calming and soothing, with no hint of edge to it. Something the vampire thing adds. No note of panic or fear or sadness Can flow from my mouth now. No site or noise of movements besides the obvious organs, thoughts, and soft breathing. Oh. Never mind. The breathing stopped. Wait, the smells faded as I walked. The smell is concentrated on one spot. Shadows. Gosh I hate the dark. As much as I love hiding, I hate the dark. You never know what's in it! But hey, Geronimo. I jump into the shadows landing in a crouched position. But I do love my form in shadows. My skin is a grayish color, my clothes turning black or navy, and my hair becoming long, straight, black, and I have fire red bangs along with the under layers of my hair. It looked awesome. I hear nothing, but the smell of blood was so strong it seeped through even as I was not breathing. I follow the smell to find Caty's limp body along with wipp marks and pools of blood surrounding her. Lovely. I make sure to blend in with the darkness even though nobody was around. I pick her up gently and travels back to the cave and continuing to walk. My nose and throat burning like crazy. But I had to focus at the task at hand. Harder than it sounds. Now that I'm a vampire I can lift things 20x my body weight. So Caty is pretty light. If it wasn't for the fact she's drenched in blood. I run quickly out of the cave feeling my vampire mode kicking in fast. Focus, Grace, focus. I allow my mind to drift away keeping away from all subjects about food or blood. After 5 torturing minutes at top speed I make it to a hospital again, delivering Caty to the emergency room and leaving without another word. I needed a drink now, before I killed something. I look around frantically, finding myself in the middle of a huge crowd. Thoughts flooding mine and heart beats bounding every which way like a drum. The smell of blood intoxicating and sweetly painful. I can't help but take a whiff. I bolt towards the nearest woods at speed I never thought existed. Stopping suddenly with a large male deer in my hands with my fangs piercing the neck vane. The sweet, thick, irony taste flooding my mouth and sliding down my throat, soothing the aching dry feeling. I sigh in relief, trying to hold back the guilt that I just killed a harmless animal. Once I've drained it I pull back staining at its lifeless body, and pale complexion. I run my hand over its heart sending a jolt of heat through its skin, jolting the heart back to life. I smile as it's eyes fill with life as it glances at me with its big eyes. The realization settling in that I just killed it and raised it back. I stand feeling like I did the right thing. It stands taking off running deep into the woods. I run through the woods, taking a short-cut home.
