The hungry purge

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Sebastian

I tried, I tried to fight it. But when she was dangling in front of me I near damn bit her leg off. She’d be alright I only wanted one little bite. “Look I won’t hurt you.” I said following her into the woods. Maybe a little. “I just want to talk.” And suck your blood. “Come on I can help get you home.” I just wanted to drink, I’d drink from her leg and make her better too. “Let me help you.” She was good, very good. I couldn’t even hear her breathing let alone see her.

Then I heard it a twig cracking. “You can’t hide from me forever, you’ll have to fall asleep, you’re injured, dripping blood.” I shut out everything else and focused, trying to hear the sound of her breathing or the smell of her blood. I was near. I took a few steps to my right and looked up. “Clever little thing you are.” She was shimming up the tree with her wounded leg. I had to admire her tenacity. I zoomed up the tree and sat on the branch above her. I could see the panic on her face as she’d realised I was gone. I leaned down and waited for her to discover me. “Boo.”

“Aaaaaah!” The sensible girl fell out of the damn tree, I had to zoom to the bottom to save her from dying. I didn’t know how safe she felt in my arms. “You’re going to kill me now aren’t you?” Who said anything about killing? “Why would you think that?”                                                                                                                            “Because you’re a-” she paused, I knew what she was going to say, she stopped herself as if by not saying it made it true. I’d lived in Spring Valley over 100 years and no one had ever called me, “a vampire, you’re a vampire.”

I didn’t miss the irony as I gouged on her neck. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand as I pulled away. If I carried on much longer I would have killed her. “You didn’t scream…you were not scared when I drank from you.” She put her hand to her neck and looked at me. Her eyes were wide but not frightened. “Should I be? You saved me, surely if you were going to kill me, you would have just let me hit the ground and die.”                                                                                                                                                              “Are you not scared of death?”                                                                                                                                                     “I’m more scared of life.” I laughed. I think she was the most interesting human I’d ever met.“Where can I take you?” I wanted to get her home and in the warmth.                            “I don’t know.”                                                                                                                                                                                          “Where do you live?”                                                                                                                 “Where I live is not my home, it’s my dad’s.”                                                                                     “Do you live with him?” She nodded lazily.                                                                              “Where is that?” Her eyes fell shut and I knew I’d have to do some sleuthing

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