Blood Lust

Chapter 11

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Zachariah pulled back his head, his mouth blood-soaked and his stomach still empty. His victim whimpered, too weak to run or say a word. Zachariah looked down at the poor girl, her eye barely open and her heartbeat slowing to a soft beat.

"You know," Zachariah said, looking into the girl's chocolate, dark, fearful eyes. "You mortals are something else. Afraid to believe there is something beyond you, and yet here we are, me being beyond you, and your eyes are becoming slowly lifeless. Are you scared, sweetheart?"

She looked at him, her eyes only giving away her answer. Her mouth parted to say something, but no words, nor breath came out.

Zachariah tilted his head with a crooked smile, brushing her hair from her bloody neck. With one quick tug, he snapped her neck, decapitating it from the rest of her body. Blood started to soak the streets, adding on to the puddles. Zachariah looked around at all the bodies laying on the streets, some without heads.

"You have become such an excellent hunter," a voice said, circling around the corner. Damian came into Zachariah's view, him being covered in blood as much as Zachariah. "Also, what a son you are to me. You are such a great achievement in my life."

Zachariah smiled at his father's words, never seeming more proud than he was at the moment. "Well, I did have the best teacher."

"In fact," Damian said, stepping toward his son. "I am so proud of you, that I have a little surprise for you that I've been saving for myself, but I think you deserve it more than ever."

He returned around the corner, Zachariah being confused at his father's offering. Damian returned with a small girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, hands and feet tied and tape covering her mouth.

Zachariah looked at his father in confusion, not getting the point. "Father, do you not see the bloodbath around you? You are just adding to the collection, correct?"

Damian had a wicked smile, carrying the girl to his son. "This girl is very special Zachariah. She is the key to all vampires' problems. I was saving this little beauty for myself, but you have proven tonight that you, in fact, deserve this kill."

Zachariah walked slowly to the girl, eyeing her up and down, being very careful. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her heart had a soft but fast beat to it. He stood before her, an evil grin slightly forming.

"You are but a vampire, yet your heart beats in your dead and soulless body." Zachariah looked at Damian for an answer, but he only smiled and threw her onto the blood-soaked road.

"Help me!" The girl exclaimed as she started to whimper and plea. Her whimper soon turned to tears and she grieved aloud. Zachariah rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, the girl was in Zachariah's grip, her hair sticking to her tear soaked face. His fangs were visible, making the girl more startled. He took a deep breath and suddenly bit into her neck. His eyes widened as the blood hit his fangs.

Her blood was so sweet, too sweet. It was thick and rich, giving Zachariah a bloodlust he had never encountered before. He started taking in more blood than he could handle, as it started to drip down both his chin and her neck. His fangs sunk deeper into the wound, the girl groaning at the pain. She could no longer speak, and her legs became weak.

Zachariah closed his eyes, savoring every drop of blood that hit his tongue. His body started to feel young, alive. He had not felt like that since his mortal days. He could not stop, nor would he. Why would he?

Suddenly, he felt something hit his leg. He opened his eyes and looked down at the distraction. It was a headless body, blood spurting from the neck. In his hand he held the young girl's head by her hair, her facial expression froze in a terrifying form.