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Chapter 7

Chapter 7


Louis' POV


I didn't know what was wrong with me. I told myself yesterday that I would kill her, but instead I found myself asking her if she would like anything. She really did smell like a dead rabbit. That was rotting. And full of old cigarettes.

But I think part of that was my fault. Most of the bodies I drained stunk like that when they're dead. I tried not to shudder, as that would make me fall while running at this speed.

I stopped outside the city, and found a puddle nearby. I used my reflection to fix my windswept hair before walking in a dignified way into the city.

The first things I noticed were the signs. Signs wondering where the heck that man I drained was. Signs proclaiming an award of millions of dollars if the kidnapper was caught. Apparently that man had somebody. The whole city.

Weird, because when I was following him around town all day, nobody approached him or said hello. He didn't seem to be going anywhere of importance. And that, in my eyes, is a sign that he had nobody.

I shouldn't be so quick to judge.

I wondered how many other people I drained because I had misjudged them.

June.

I shook my head. Why did my thoughts immediately turn over to her? I was thinking about nobodies, not girls with somebodies.

I smirked. I lied. I saw her naked. I wasn't being a pervert or anything, I'd seen plenty of naked girls in my time.

But June was... different. She was definitely thinner, but she looked more... natural, I suppose you could say. Her body didn't look tampered with: look more curvy than it should, starved so she looked thinner (although that's kind of my fault too), and her face didn't look stretched out. Like most girls I saw these days. They're all fake Barbie dolls.

Okay, now I was being a pervert. I forced myself to stop thinking about June and all of her little things, and more on what she needed. I tried not to grin. This was going to be fun.

I started towards what I'm pretty sure was a supermarket. But I stopped a few meters away. The smell coming off it was awful. Just plain awful.

I hissed without meaning to, and took a couple of steps back. I guess being a vampire makes human food repulsive. Absolutely disgusting. I realized that this is what June must've felt like when I drank blood. To me, that's delicious. To her, just plain awful.

We're complete opposites.

Are vampires just destined to be alone forever?

I forced myself to take a deep breath, but then I started gagging. Oh well for me. I forced myself inside.

I sprinted throughout the store, and I remembered that back when I was human, I absolutely adored Italian food. Maybe June did too. I grabbed a few Italian things. I think.

When I was done, I dropped it all beside a tree outside the city. I was actually panting for once. I needed that awful stench out of my nose. I turned around and threw up.

I can't remember the last time I'd done this. Maybe four hundred years ago? No, more than that. I didn't think it was possible for vampires to get sick. Human things are disgusting.

When I was done, I forced my stinging eyes open. Despite my empty stomach, there was definitely some red stuff on the ground. Gross. I turned away and wiped my nose and mouth on my sleeve. Now I had an awful taste in my mouth too.

I waited until I was sure I could move before taking a step forward. The world didn't start spinning again, so I started at a light jog. Which is about one hundred miles an hour. Then I went full speed.

I had no idea where I could find girl necessities, so I decided to check someone's house. I started towards what looked like an empty house, but I hit a barrier about ten meters away from the front door. I scowled. Stupid vampire rules.

"I just want to ask permission," I whispered. I took a step forward. I wasn't blown back fifty feet or electrocuted, which are pretty much the only things these kind of barriers can do. I started forward confidently.

There must be someone inside, or else that barrier wouldn't be there. That's why I lived in that stupid house. Nobody lived there, so therefore it's mine.

You're probably wondering why the supermarket didn't hold me back. Well, that's because anyone could enter. It's open to anybody. It also probably helped that there was a big sign on the door saying, "WELCOME, EVERYBODY!"

I held up my fist to knock, but I hesitated. I came up with a plan. I wondered if my face was still messy. I hoped so. I ripped up my clothes and smeared mud where I could. I ran my hands through my hair. That's better. Now I knocked on the door.

A kindly old lady answered, and she gasped when she saw me. "Who are you?" she asked.

I hid a smirk. "Just a poor old boy with nowhere to go," I replied pathetically. "All I'm asking is for a bit of bread and some water. May I please come in?"

"Of course, of course," she said, ushering me inside. I was kind of surprised. She was a lot nicer than she looked.

The house was nice, and I was relieved to see that she wasn't a cat lady. I don't like their claws much.

"May I use your bathroom?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied brightly. "It's up the stairs and the second door on the right." She ambled away.

I rushed up the stairs and in the bathroom saw a bunch of old lady perfumes and other body cleansers. Good enough for me, and hopefully for June too. I stuck as much as I could under my jacket.

I wandered around the floor, and entered what I figured was her bedroom. I crept inside and opened her drawers.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing when I discovered her panties drawer. I picked one of them up and felt it between my fingers. Mmm, silky.

I bundled as many clothes as I could carry, and drew them around myself, trying to look even more homeless.

I headed back downstairs. I wasn't in the mood to start throwing up again, so I decided it a good idea to leave before the old lady came back. Hopefully she'd just think she was hallucinating. I ran out of there.

I stopped by the tree, and started stuffing the things I had already collected under my jacket. The scent of it all was unbearable, so I tried breathing through my mouth more. It didn't really help. I ran back to the house.

I dropped everything on the floor and leaned against the kitchen wall heavily. My head was spinning again. I felt like I had just breathed in radiation.

I heard footsteps thudding downstairs, and June appeared at the entrance, only a few feet away from me, and still draped in her sheets. She gasped.

"You did it!" she exclaimed, sounding surprised.

I nodded, feeling like if I opened my mouth I would start throwing up again.

"Louis?" she asked, and touched my forehead. I stiffened up. "You don't look too good...." she said in that quiet voice of hers.

"You're right, I don't," I grunted and sped out of there. I had to throw up in the bushes again.