Vivian Delmori: Ego Autem In Nocte

Chapter One

As we walked home we saw humans walking and working like drones. This is at least what me and others like me considerd them. Even the hunters, supposed protectors of the humans race. When truly they are just a band of justified killers.

Humans are blissfully unaware of the predators that walk among them, there race as a whole is ignorant, weak, and in extreme denial. Which makes them the perfect prey. It also makes them a great shield for the hunter hypocrites to hide behind when justifying their own murderous intent.

If my mother knew I thought this way, she would be appalled. I sigh, and am pulled out of my thoughts when I run into a tall hulking of man. He was a good four inches taller than my 5'10 stature. I lose my footing, but catch myself before I fell.

"Watch it bitch," he sneers.

I get out of his way and watch him as he rushes off. I grin when he walks near a bush.

"Perfect," I thought. Able, anticipating what was about to happen stiffened.

I reached out with my aura. Once it reached the bush our energies swirl together as one. It lasts a second, but that is enough for me give my intent. Suddenly a branch on the bush extends. It stretches directly in the path of the man and in his haste it goes unnoticed. He tripped, then fell with a satisfying crunch.

I regretted my revenge immediately. Any vitality I gained from my previous feed was lost. I almost collapsed from the exhaustion. Able rubs against my leg trying to steady me. I tried to walk, a huge mistake. I started breathing heavily, my leg muscles ached like I tried running a mile. My hunger pangs resurfaced with a vengeance.

"You're going to kill your self if you keep being willy nilly with your power, especially if you do not feed regularly," Able scolded telepathically. His words echo around in my head giving my already growing vertigo fuel to expand faster. I try to catch my breath. People looked at me curiously, but continued walking not to be bothered. Then the girl's memories assaulted my unprotected mind.

She was a gymnast, she had started when she was five. She would practice for hours daily with the aspiration of being a gold medal Olympian. Her mother had loved it, her father to her never existed. She wondered about him sometimes, who he was, if he was dead. Though most days she focused on her flips and somersaults.

She was walking home from a late practice. A regional competition was tomorrow, she needed to be ready. She decided to cut through the park to get home faster. Figuring that if she did encounter someone she could handle them. She took self defence classes at the local fitness center, she would be fine. Who would want to bother her anyway, it was so late.

Then she heard rustling in the darkness. She quickened her pace, something was off. She got the feeling someone was following her. She started run. She ran faster and faster. Her lungs burned but she kept going. Tears ran down her face, scorching trails as they fell.

She tripped, her shoe was caught on a root. She quickly took off her shoes. It would be hard to run with one shoe on one shoe off. Then she had the feeling again. She had to get away. She got up and started running. Once she had been running for what felt like thirty minutes she stopped, she was drained.

The feeling was back, but she could not run anymore. She decided whoever it was, she could handle them. She turned around.

I was back in the city, the sidewalk and buildings coming back to view. Blurry at first, but it gradually cleared.

"You were melding," Able complained, his tail twitching. "I had to bring you back, you deserve those memories for your lack of self control."

"I am sorry but the gull of it," I referred to the human male I had encountered moments earlier. Able was obviously more concerned with my resistance to feeding but did not push the issue. I do anything I can to avoid humans, and to feed I have to touch them. Seeing them was torture enough, but touching them. To me it was horrifying, but somethings must be done.