A Taken Life

Chapter Eight

Writers Message: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, GCSE's and school is really stressful at the moment (not to mention crazy friends who drive you round the bend) so I haven't had time to write sorry. Anyway heres chapter eight at last, hope you enjoy it, massive thanks to anybody who is reading my story it really means a lot. If you like my story pplllleeaaseee vote/fan/comment thanks xxx

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Crystal

            My hands trembled violently. All I could see was a red haze covering my vision. My head raced with what had happened. Images flashed through my mind of the terrible massacre. My ears rang with their bone chilling screams. My nose was still filled with the scent of their blood.

            Blood...

            There had been so much blood. They'd drowned in their own blood. I'd drank their blood.

            I'd killed them.

            All six of them. Dead. Slaughtered. Murdered because of me.

            My dead heart ached in my chest. How could I have done that? How could I have been so monstrous? How could I have killed all of them? I was a monster. A killer. A vampire.

            I rocked back and forth in the corner of my room in the cave, crunched up in a ball, my hands holding my traumatized head. I could hear their screams. There piercing deadly screams. What I'd done just kept playing through my mind. How I'd killed all of them. How their bodies had lay on the floor, drenching in their own crimson blood. It was like it was a recorded video, constantly on repeat, and I wasn't able to tear my eyes away from it no matter how heartless and disgusting it was.

            If I could I would have cried. I would have cried out all my sorrows. Cried out the massive aching in my heart. Every teardrop would have been a waterfall pouring from my un beating heart. My breath came in sharp deep gasps as I panicked. What would happen now? What would Amelie say or do? What would happen to the bodies of those men I'd murdered? Would the authorities know? Would they come after me and Amelie? Or worse- Would the leadership of the night come and kill us both?

            "Oh my god." I muttered, my trembling voice a ghostly whisper in the deafening silence. "What have I done?"

            I gulped and looked at my hands which shook vigorously like a leaf in the violent wind. I gasped. My eyes widened in terror. They were covered in blood. Dried crimson flakes of blood was crusted on my hands. It was under my nails, stained on my skin. I looked down at myself, my clothes were drenched in blood. All I could see was red. The smell of metallic blood wafted up my nose. My mouth watered, the metallic taste of it still clinging to my tongue from my previous encounter. Nausea hit me like a tonne of bricks. I felt sick.

            Leaning to the side I gagged with the feeling of being sick. Obviously though there was nothing in my stomach to come up. Except Blood. The blood rose up my throat and out of my mouth. I coughed. I clutched my stomach. Wiping my mouth with the back of my trembling hand I looked at the puddle of blood on the floor. I sobbed again, covering my mouth with my hand. I felt terrible. I glanced down at my hands again, observing the dried blood underneath my sharp claw like nails. My mind took me back to the murder. I had knocked one of the guys out, I hadn't killed him. I felt relived with that. I had been pacing in front of Heath's unconscious body when the man had started to stir. My heart had raced. My instincts had kicked in. My vampire rose to the surface. I couldn't keep him alive. He would have  exposed me. I'd had to kill him. And before I knew what I was doing I'd slashed my sharp nails across his throat. Ending him.

            Then it had seemed like a me or him situation. He'd have exposed me. He'd have told the authorities a bit of what had happened. My vampire had screamed at me to kill him. It was an instinct. An impulse. A way of survival. Now it just seemed like a wasteful piece of life. I had taken his life for no good reason. I'd killed him and his friends. For no good reason. I'd saved Heath. But was his life really worth the death of six men?

            Yes!! Something within me screamed. You saved him. It was the right thing. But had killing those men been the right thing. They were murderers. The nagging voice echoed to me. And it was right. They would have killed Heath. God knows how many other people that treacherous gang had killed. Heath had got lucky. Heath's life was worth way more than that of those men.

            But does that mean Murder was the right way to go?...

            No! It wasn't. Murder was never right. Murder was a sin. A horrible crime. A meaningless waste of life. 

            Blood was the sea I now stood in. And now I  had to live with the horrible thing I'd done.

            I couldn't take it anymore. Just sitting in my room, waiting, being taunted by my own thoughts. I had to get out. I had to run.

            Abruptly I stood up. And I ran. I ran out of the cave at maximum vampire speed, flitting down the face of the cliff, plummeting down to the land and water below. Skidding to a halt I feel to my knees before the waters edge and plunged my hands into the murky dark water. Vigorously I scrubbed my hands together in the water, desperately trying to rid them of the dried blood. I  was frantic. I was panicking as I screamed and sobbed from the memories leaking into my thoughts like a broken pipe. Lifting my hands out of the water I looked at them to see most of the blood was gone. However the blood on my clothes remained. I shivered. I felt dirty and sick thinking about the blood clinging to my body.

            Diving into the freezing cold water I submerged into the dark murky depths of it. I rose to the surface, my skin trembling and goose bumped, my teeth chattering. I rubbed at my body, trying to get rid of the blood. The bluish brown water soon became stained with the colour red. I really was standing in a sea of blood. It was everywhere. It haunted me. Controlled me.

            It was who I was now. All I lived for was Blood.

            Shivering and still in the rippling black and red water I gazed up at the dark blue starry night. The crescent moon hanging in the midst of the darkness. I sighed. The night shadowed me now. It was my life now. Just darkness. And Just blood. Nothing else. No love. No friendship. No family.

            Just a whole lot of death. A whole lot of sorrow. A whole lot of pain.

            And especially a whole lot of blood...

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Writers Message: Hey sorry this maybe was a boring chapter I'll make sure theres some drama and action next time. Please remember to fan/comment/vote.