Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Nine (Re-Edited)

As we continued through the streets, peaking into shops as many people walked by unaware of anything different. Yet I began to notice the longer I spent with them, the more I started to feel rather unwell. My jaw slowly began to ache as mouth turned dry. That same gnawing hunger from before started to grow once again. I grasped my abdomen as my breathing became shaky, both Abigale and Mercédès quickly drew me into a nearby alleyway out of sight from any human beings near by. Keeping me wedged between them as I tried to steady my breathing and hunger that was persistently growing. The same red haze returning to my vision. I could hear the sounds of so many people, so many hearts beating and blood rushing through their many bodies.

I was hungry, so very hungry.

I needed something to stop the hunger.

My throat burned to be stated.

Anything to stop this feeling. Anything would do.

My gaze locked on to a rather well-off family, seeing a mother holding a baby that seemed curiously awake considering the time, absently staring our way. Staring my way. I could feel the same red haze as before starting to cloud my vision.

Anything would do...

"Perhaps this was too much for her," Abigale offered, her voice suddenly snapping me into reality, my vision returning to normal as she kept me close. "Edmond did tell us that she is not accustomed to being around so many people yet."
"She needs to get out," Mercédès told her. "Even if it hurts she need to keep herself under control while in crowds." She then pulled out a small bottle that sit in the palm of her hand and through the glass was a dark red liquid. My eyes transfixed on the small bottle itself, unable to pull away, I knew what it was immediately. "Drink it, it is the same as before." she told me as she unscrewed the cap.

Without thinking I quickly snatched it from her hands and drank the contents, the cold metallic taste filled my mouth and coated my cramping stomach before finally subsiding. I had gulped the entire bottle, something which I had never done before as I now gasped for breath and eyed Abigale who gave me an understanding look.

"It dose get easier," she told me. "But know you cannot lose yourself in the crowd, we can never get lost in bloodlust, those who do, die quickly. And if Edmond was here, he would tell you the same." She then offered her handkerchief to me to wipe the remnants of blood from my lips. "Feeling a bit better?"

"Yes," I murmured. "Thank you, Abigale, Mercédès."

A faint smile came to her lips. "Then let us continue."

I looked back to the family across the way as I exited the ally, a sudden feeling of guilt and shame crossed my mind over what I had just thought. The mere thought of doing such an act horrified me in a sickening way.

And yet, a thought remained.

Does the blood of humans taste so different from animals?

No, it was wrong. Doing such a thing to another human being is wrong. Even though I knew that people did this all the time, my brother's death being a fine example of that. But now, as a vampire I knew that this was something I could not run from forever.

Shortly after that and I had calmed down to some degree, we continued on. Abigale however seemed to notice my obvious discomfort, with the thoughts that had entered my mind I could not help but dwell on it. Would I ever go so far as to feed on a child if I ever felt the uncontrollable urge to consume blood, regardless of where it came from originally?