Hidden dreams

Chapter Three.

He snapped awake. His eyes going in and out of focus. Finally as his eyes cleared he could see the mess he had made. He cursed silently in his head, sitting up. He opened his mouth a few times as dried blood flakes drifted down, making it easier to move his sore jaw. He was still feeling the warming effects of the blood as it coursed through him even though it had died down considerably. Slowly he stood his last pair of fine clothing were ruined from where the blood had soaked in, all over his crème white blouse. He rolled his neck cursing again but this time aloud and quite loudly. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, which was in a loose pony tail, his hair just reached past his shoulders. He rolled his aqua blue eyes to the side to where the cold and drained woman lay. Her neck was ripped to shreds and blood pooled around her. His eyes wandered to where his precious violin lay scattered across the maghony floor. He walked around her broken body that was astray on the wood flooring he groaned no doubt her stupid blood was going to stain the floor. He swooped down grabbing his bow and violin in with unearthly speed.

He ran a finger over where a scuff lay. Once again he had let blood run him and he had ruined his perfect diet he had for over a month. In a fit of rage he threw his violin where it crashed to the ground this time he was not granted with only a scuff but instead a full on broken neck. He threw himself to the ground as his stomach grumbled for more blood as if the full meal yesterday night had not been enough.

He needed it, wanted it. He could already smell it feel the thick warm liquid in his salivating mouth. The ecstasy it would bring to his fangs the feel of skin and muscle sliding against it. Pure pleasure. He longed to feel his teeth rip into flesh again. He peered down at the broken body of the beautiful woman he had yesterday. Slowly he walked over to the cadaver he grabbed her cold bloody body reaching out a hand to stroke back her blood soaked hair, running a thumb over her delicate blood splattered cheek. In a weak moment he again bit into the already dead and hard flesh.

It was not the same. There was no feeling of pleasure the way the hard, cold dead muscle slipped across ultra his sensitive teeth was not as it had been when her heart pumped. He ripped his teeth out in disgust, flinging her body aside once again. He then set his elbows on his knees and just sat there stained in blood….pouting. Like a little child. Finally he sighed and glanced around, not only would he have to find another meal since the first months after a meal was the hardest, but he would also  have to get his violin fixed. His stomach groaned and he yearned for more of the mortal blood that coursed through his hardened veins.

He needed it. It was his desire, and he planned on fulfilling it with another mouthwatering meal. He stood slowly like dead rising from a long dreamless sleep. His aqua eyes going dark and murky. He looked over at his dark wood closet. He would have to dress himself in street clothes that mortals now wore. Such pitiful things really, blundering about quite loudly, oblivious to everything not knowing that the man you just shook hands with is a cold blooded murder who would cut you down and make you watch as he tortured then killed your family in front of you then leave you to starve without and mercy or remorse. 

Completely oblivious to the immortal beings that could enslave their whole race, without having so much to do as lift a finger.

He really did truly pity them.

He frowned his face drawn as he looked at her body that was still quite beautiful even if beginning to decompose and rot. Then he hoisted her up blood still dripping from her gapping wounds in small pitter pats. He then took her to the lake where he would dump her body along with the rest.

                He watched her body slip down in the dark murky lake her white and red stained linens were the last thing he saw of her. Before she slipped into the leading depths below.