Craving Charlotte

Chapter 9

Charlotte pov.

           

My hair whips round my face as I push myself to run, the figure continues to glide gracefully through the trees in an inhuman way. New scents fill my nostrils becoming stronger as I run. The hunger builds within me and I can feel myself fighting away sinister, evil thoughts of ripping a person to shreds. The darkness fades as I begin to see tiny lights breaking through the trees.

What is that? A town?

I push to run harder so I can investigate forgetting about the stranger who had brought me here; as I near the edge of the trees I find myself on the top of a large embankment. For a moment, I stand casting my eyes over the area, the air seems still as the picturesque sight unfolds. Houses sit neatly in curved rows with cobbled alleys and neatly mowed lawns. It is obviously a preserved community but it isn't a very big village, I spot a few shops in a row and a church. I extend my view and see a small pocked park with some swings and climbing apparatus. It's quiet and only being lit by a few street lights while everyone sleeps soundly in their comfortable beds.

The dark figure that lurked within the woods seems to be long gone but my interest lies on the village. The delicious iron scent wafts into my nostrils smelling stronger than it did before. I can feel myself being drawn to it so I follow the scent. Stumbling down the grassy bank I feel the anticipation growing within me. My eyes become hot as the flames ignite within my pupils. A drumming sound of beating hearts fill my ears along with a faint rumble of snores. It is like music to my ears.

I close my eyes and hum musically to the sounds. It's a beautiful sound, however faint snores seem to start being introduced and they sound soon becomes horrible. My eyes flick open and widen as I think purely about Ethan.

Perhaps if I knock on someone's door they can help me.

I decide quickly and choose the nearest house. Running up to the door I don't take in my surroundings, I begin pounding hard on the door in hope that someone is home.
"Hello? Is anyone in? I'm sorry its late but I need help!" I call with desperation however there is the part of me that generally needs help. But the evil thoughts creep upon me once more... it's live food, just ready for the taking.

The twangy iron scent sits just on my taste buds increasing as I hear footsteps from the house. An outside light turns on startling me and I step back from the door, waiting with anticipation for it to open.

The door creaks open cautiously, a smell of pure, pumping blood hits me. I breathe it in finding my mouth watering and my fangs begin to break, although it is painful, each time seems to get all the easier. The man in the doorway eyes me up and down with concern on his face as he wraps a dressing gown round his not so toned body.
"You ok love?" He hesitates before stepping towards me. I stare back wide eyed, finding him an appetising treat.

"I...I..." I stammer, breathing in his scent once more. My throat burns and my stomach aches.
"Come on pet, let's get you in or you'll catch a death of cold out here," He beckons me to come closer to him. I do so, his hand touches my arm and the evil hits me. All human instincts fade away into a faded memory as I fill with evil, lust and hate. I see the blood pumping through the vein in his next as his eyes looks sleepily at me until they suddenly grow wide.

"Darling? What's wrong?" his voice shakes as he stares at my eyes. I fight against the urge to kill him but all I can see is the bulging vein on his neck pulsing as blood passes through. I can hear the quickening heartbeat, the way that he breathes and begins to lightly sweat as he becomes nervous.

Let go... my inner self begins to whisper like I have a split personality. One part good the other evil and sadistic.

Without a second thought I pounce on him and sink my fangs into his neck leaving him no chance to react. 
"Argghhhh!" He screams with pain, my stomach flips with excitement as I find myself delighted with his suffering. Flooding with pleasure from the sweet liquid filling my mouth, I suck at his flesh feeling it's soft texture upon my lips. His body gradually stops fighting and becomes limp in my grasp, I dispose of him by throwing him to one side. As I look up I see a woman approaching the front door. Her eyes glistening in the light.

"Frederick?" Her voice is soft but shakes as the uncertainty builds.

I like fearful.

Her eyes fall on me with horror written across her face then down at the man that lay lifeless on the ground. The man I assume was once her husband. She gasps placing her hand over her mouth and seems fixated on her dead husband giving me the perfect opportunity to go after her. I must have her! I hurtle towards her with such desperation she squeals and begins to shut the door! I smack into the door with such force that it damages the wall on the other side.

Her screams pierce through my ears. A chuckle erupts from my throat as pure enjoyment tickles my tummy. Wasting no time, I sink my fangs into her neck. The taste sends shivers down my spine as I take mouthfuls of heaven. However, when I can drain no more I discover that I am still not fulfilled, from all that time with no food, I feel drained and famished. I must feast some more!

I can then hear doors opening from the surrounding houses and mutters from the villagers, confusion rings in the air. I step out of the house and smell the blood in the air... lots and lots of blood...

For a few moments, I treasure the smell of it and let my imagination run wild, thinking about all the ways I can kill someone. Perhaps hang a person upside down, slit the victims throat and drink from the fountain of blood, but that takes time, time which I don't have right now to enjoy. The possibilities are endless, lure a man in and have all sort of sexual contact before bathing in his blood.

Hmmm....