The last descendant

Out of control

Chapter 3
I can't control this! It's taking over! Ever since my stupid father came over I couldn't control it, I can't take anything from John, it's just not right.

We get home and he almost runs inside. Great! Just great! He is running away from me. When I get inside, I can't stand it. I smell blood. Johns blood. He had gone and cut himself so that I can't refuse it. He knows I can't refuse the smell.

"Honey, I don't think I can do this. I say to him once I get into the kitchen where he is sitting on a chair with a cut on his wrist. I almost run up to him and lick the blood, it tastes soo good. I bit down on his wrist, it makes him cry out in pain. But I don't stop, I keep sucking his blood. It tastes too good to stop. My thirst for blood is gone but it tastes to good so I suck in more. "Stop!" I hear it but it doesn't process " stop!" I hear it a little fainter " stop" I can barley hear the words. " I don't want to hurt you. Just stop, please" I can't stop. A tear finds its way down my cheek. I feel a movement, I follow it because I can't stop. It try's to move away from me, my prey? moving? It shouldn't be moving, it should be dead. I look up and find a beautiful face looking down at me with pure hurt in its eyes. Suddenly it all comes back to me. John, blood, hurt, vampire, wolf. Oh my good, I'm drinking johns blood and an killing him! I suddenly stop and fall to the floor with both emotional hurt and physical  pain. I look at my arm and see that it has a cut in it and is bleeding. I look up expecting to see John but I don't! I see a wolf where John should be. John transforme?! I have to get out of here. He will kill me and I can't outrun him because he is faster than me and I can't fight him or he will tear my neck off. I look him in the eyes and see that he is hurt. I walk over and hug him but he whimpers back before I could touch him. I feel bad so I walk out of the kitchen and sit in the living room. About an hour or two later, I feel movement on the couch. I look over expecting to see johns hurt eyes and bloody arm. But I don't! He's fine and looks ok but he still has the look of a disappointed friend with a glint of hurt.

"I I I'm sorry John, I told you I couldn't do it but when I smelt the blood, your blood I couldn't resist."

            "It's ok Carol, you lost control. I heard your thoughts." She whips her head around and glares at me. "YOU CAN READ MY THOUGHTS!!" She looks panicked and angry. "I could because when you were drinking and trying to stop you let your guard down. I can't read minds with there guards up. " her panicked expression leaves her face and is now filled with pure anger. "I CANT BELIVE YOU JUST LET ME DRINK YOUR BLOOD AND NOT SAY ANYTHING TO ME! YOU COULD HAVE COMMUNICATED WITH ME TELEPATHICALLY." I probably look more mad than ever because he looks frightened. That moment is short lived when I hear him say " I thought you couldn't read minds?"nth at gets me raving mad and I look at him and leap on him and try to bite his neck off before he could turn. But he seems to have known it was coming .because he pushed me off and turned into the one thing I fear most, his wolf.

             He lunged after me and I fell to the floor screaming. He, the wolf, looked at me with a pained look in his eyes. I should never have done that, I can tell that he thinks I can't trust him. I reach out to touch his face but he moves away and goes upstairs. I go to follow but he stops and turns around. I hear a voice calling out to me in my head, saying my name. I return the calling with a calling of my own. I call his name, johns name. He looks at me and he suddenly cowards back and runs up the stairs. I run up to be with him but he is out the window in a second. I run to the window and jump out myself and bracing for impact but it never comes. I look up to see that I am in the air with wings. I scream when I realize that I'm flying. I go to scream but all I can smell is blood, johns blood. I look down to see John with a cut down his arm. He looks up at me and smiles. I slow down and come to a halt in front of John. His smile fades when he noticed me walking away. "WAIT! Please don't go. Turn my into you. I will be stronger and can help you." With out another doubt, I ran and picked him up. I ran to our house and put him on the couch and sucked his arm. He looks at me expectantly but his look soon changes to something more, panicked. I stop and find that my fangs or longer than a normal vampires, I have claws twice the size of any animal or vampire.

            If I didn't stop right there I would seriously hurt him. But when I look up to look at him I see that he is smiling and holding my hands in his. I must have had a look on my face because his smile fades and is replaced by a look of fear. I fall back and run to the mirror without taking the look off my face. I gasp at my expression in the mirror, I had a pale face with red eyes, red as a ruby with a look or hunger. My lips went from peachy pick to deep red and my face went from a beautiful little face to a goddess of beauty face. I run down the stairs and out the door in only a few seconds. I ran up the hill and flew to my parents house. They looked as though they have been a pectins me. They smiled and ran over to me but they stopped in there tracked when they saw that I was hovering over the ground and what I looked like. "No! She can't be! It's not possible!" I sent them both a glare and they both looked at me and ran to the house.,I followed them up the stairs and into the attic. They must have expected me to follow because when I looked at them they just smiled and gave me a book. I scanned each page for more them a second each and was finished the thousand page book in about 2 mins and looked up at them. They both wore the same look. A mix of fear and concern. What is happening to me? 

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What is there concerned looks for?

Do you think Carol will attack?

How would you feel if you were in her spot?

Do you think her parents are one of her or not?

With love, Vic xoxo