Allure

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Hex - Pov

There is no such thing as guilt, especially when your a cold-blooded killer like me. I hunt, I feed, and sometimes, I kill. I unleashed the perfect strike, the taste like honey, touch soft, life slipping away helplessly.

She released her last, ragged breath, and I held her lifeless body in my trembling hands. I had done to far again. My needs were out of control.  Yet, in a world where evil still exist's, there will be no mercy on the weak. Those who were weak get killed by people like me, I don't even know what I am anymore. Am I animal or a person? Can I ever change my erratic ways?

The vampiric high government believe that we are nor man, nor animal, for we were not created in the eyes of god. We are own species and therefore higher than God himself. They say the only reason that they don't  kill people is because they need them, for survival. I needed to stop killing but when I get going its like paradise and you never want to stop.

I've been this way for over a hundred years, watching, waiting. Ive been looking for something, something that will help me control. It has not shown itself to me yet, but in my tired bones I feel it coming, and it shall show soon. I wonder if it is love, but then how could I feel it if my heart didn't beat.

I stood and picked up the body, looking into her beautiful eyes, she had been mine and I had killed her. She could have had so much life ahead of her, I was selfish that I agree. What a pity, what a shame.

I remember all those I have killed and every single one had been my girlfriend and paid the price of death. I would remember this one the most though, and even though I had no feelings for her, my chest ached.

I place her under the tree, head facing the stars, so in death she could see the light out of the dark. I sighed and wiped the blood off my mouth, not wanting to leave any evidence. I went to leave but something stopped me. I turned around and looked at her one last time.

However, this time I felt it. I felt the guilt, it burned at my insides and made me throw up. The realisation hit me. I was a monster, a cold one at that for not even realising before. I kissed her on the head and walked of, a solitary tear falling down my pale, angelic face. Such a beautiful monster should not let others love when it never loves back I thought to myself.

I sighed and began to walk home ready for whatever came my way. I kept to the shadows which concealed my graceful steps, meaning that no one would ever find out I was here, so I wouldn't get taken down for murder. When I arrived at my house, it's sheer size was daunting, I  felt more intimidated when my mum was standing at the door.

My mum was changed two years before me. A male vampire had sought to feed on her, but when he was just about to, he saw her face and fell immediately in love. So instead of killing her he changed her into a cold-blooded killer. I can't tell which option was better to be honest. My mum divorced my father for him and to be honest I'm glad because Robet is kind and understanding. They got married short after, and then, when I  was sixteen I caught Spanish influenza and Robert saved me, so I guess you could say I owe him my life.

I walked passed Mum, into the house and shut the door.

'where have you been?' she asked gently as if she thought me unstable or sensitive.

'I  went to feed mum' I replied failing to look her in the eye. By this small action she knew what I had done.

Last time I fed and killed a human my mum threatened to hand me over to the vampiric government, which meant a death penalty. Abnormal deaths peaked human interests, so when irrational vampires go round killing humans, the had no choice to "control" the situation, so our species would continue to go undetected. However, I knew my mum would never do it. She had too much heart and she didn't risk everything to keep me alive,  just throw everything away.

I stayed still knowing that running would be useless in this situation, my mum would catch me, even with my enhanced speed. Robert stood at the doorway in the living room, eyes dark and disappointment was etched upon his face. His mood was solemn and I knew he was slightly disgusted, he had never killed, he always saw humans and vampires as equals. He only used willing victims and only took little bits.

My mum turned to Robert desperately 'what do we do? Its getting out of hand-'

'mum I swear I won't do it again' I interrupted 'I know it's wrong I'm trying-'

Robert put his hand up signalling for me to be quiet 'I have a idea, but your not going to like it'