Deadly Thirst

September 1-Sita

I race through streets in search of the blood bar in London. My body is raging with thirst, and I don't even know if Trixon is behind me or not.  I'm too ravenous to care at the moment. My body needs blood, and I'll have to get it from the local vampire bar.

My cousin Luna is standing in the doorway, arguing with the bouncer, futilely trying to convince him that she's a vampire. "But I am, Leviathan!" Her voice is shrill, a high pitched shriek ringing all around. Leviathan, a demon, shakes his head and blocks the doorway. Unable to take the silence, or the hunger, I step forward and push Luna behind me.

"Leviathan, she's with me. You know I'm a pure-blooded vampire and I don't have the time nor the patience to argue about this any longer. Luna, come." I continue through the door with my brunette cousin in tow. Luna scampers after me and I'm quick to turn on her after a few steps. "Go dance with some of the boys, you're lucky none of the other vampires have noticed you here yet. I can't have you following me around while I'm feeding, it's too dangerous for you." I turn back around and head towards the feeding rooms on the other side of the bar, hidden from the view of non-vampires. I take one last look back at Luna, making sure she hasn't been eaten in the couple minutes I was away. Naturally there are four drudges sitting in the room, waiting to be fed from, blood addicts. I despise blood addicts, but it's a way for me to get easy blood. It's kind of like sluts and quickies, only I'm a vampire, not some street whore. One of them is a beautiful blonde, but I don't do homo-drinking, only hetero for me. The others are males: two emo and one nerd. I ignore the nerd and the blonde, standing in front of the emos.

One of the emos has dark eyeliner on, hazel eyes with an impassive look to them. The other one has brown eyes flecked with gold. I raise my eyebrows at that but don't say anything. These times are no place for words, only silence. I remember when I used to talk the whole time instead of feeding. That was in my earlier days, before I was taught. I had a teacher, I just didn't know anything yet. 

I choose the emo with the brown eyes out of curiosity. Every other time, I would have chosen the other one, but not this time. I want to know how this emo has golden spots in his eyes. The others leave the room, dismissed. I walk towards the unnamed emo, fangs elongated. The surprise in his eyes shows he doesn't know who I am. Well, it looks like he's going to live, then.

He exposes his neck by tilting his head to the side. The jugular vein in his neck is pulsing along with his heart, a strong pulse. No longer able to back my thirst, I grab him by the shoulders and sink my fangs into his flesh. I drink deeply, relishing in the rush his blood gives me. I take pints of his blood, his heart whispering sweet promises to me. I hear someone telling me to stop, to let go, to let him live, but I can't stop. I try retracting my fangs, but my will isn't strong enough. Strong arms grab my shoulders and yank me off the boy. A man stands in front of me, another patching the boy's neck.

I snap at the bouncer in front of me. He jumps back, startled, and backhands me across the face. Before he can move his hand away, I lock onto his wrist, demon blood flowing down my throat, satiating my thirst for more. However, demon blood, at least too much of it, could kill me so I let go.

Instead of backhanding me again, he pushes me against the wall. I see a terrible glint in his eyes, one I've seen many times but haven't dared to venture. His hand lashes up my shirt, slicing it open. The boy had been removed from the room, to heal, for his sake. I bare my fangs at him and growl, but all he does, to my horror, is to sink his own fangs into my collarbone. I cry for help because I know how dangerous demons are, technically being one myself. I don't want to die again.

Of course, no one answers, and the demon bites down harder. I shriek at the demons, but they only laugh, clicking and chirping to each other like oversized birds. I reach out with my mind and find Kona. She isn't drunk yet, but getting there. I lock onto her mind and explain what's going on, telling her to find Trixon before it's too late. I think it's already too late, but I don't care. All I can think about is getting away from these bastards.