Blood Of My Blood | UNDER EDITING

Hunger For Power

The word vampire had surely passed you at some point of your life. Whether it was a story or an encounter with them, the first one being the most merciful and the second usually ended with suffering. Suffering. That was a word that stood out most of my life, but I constantly shook it off. They say you never are treated like a monster unless you act like a monster. Well, I say you never are treated like a monster unless you have been caught in the act. The world is a monstrous place and sometimes being equal is one of the ways to go in the crossroads of life. The life of a monster.

I had started my adult life in Toussaint, pursuing my whims, thinking it would of some satisfaction than all the other cities. Thinking it would somewhat provide me with peace. After all, it was a rising city of elegance and wine, that was heaven for me. I grew up to appreciate the arts and a good glass of wine, a place that I could call home was all I wanted. As months passed I managed to rent a floor in a house near the wine market in San Sebastian, it was better than in the center of the city where all the attention was there for who needed it. That being the artists and curators who lived on it. Here, no one would bother me and I could enjoy the ocean while reading, I had developed a love for reading after all those years. Ah the past years. Sometimes I felt that my brain still lived there, being at peace. The reading was educational and in my case, I needed all the education I could use, I was a creature of the night, a vampire. It was still a thing of fantasy and horror but it was what it was and everyone dealt with their troubles differently, I loved knowing more about it, what I also loved was visiting a tavern every once in a while. I was walking home late than usual. I had finished my day's work earlier and I headed near the port to read. I didn't pay attention to any humans around me while concentrating all my other senses at the page in front of me except my strong scent of smell, I could smell anyone coming in front of me in case I needed to get out of the way. The scent got stronger when three of large men stood in front of me, trying to kill me? Maybe Rob me?

"Hello, beautiful" one of them said, moving behind me.

I just stood and glanced at them, I could take them down, no problem. Problem was, I couldn't be seen. For that would be another problem neatly wrapped and presented to me like all the other delightful gifts throughout my life.

Two approached while the third one stood like this was some sort of show. One stood behind me and grabbed my arms. My options were running low, I had to do something before trouble happened for me. But if I could do it quick, I let out an exasperated sigh as the options spun in my head.

The man grabbed my face and squeezed it so I could look at him. I've decided that I had enough of this.

"He was talking to you" the one said and raised his hand to smack me.

Before his hand could touch my face I grabbed and twisted it. He screamed in agony.

"Don't you gentlemen. No wait, you're no gentlemen, nor decent men. You're simply thugs, preying on the weak" I said with a snarl.

The two men stood back as they watched in horror, I felt the rage overcome me and punched the guy hard. So hard my claws that went all the way through his chest. The blood splashed on my face, It went in my mouth without me knowing and felt a that strange but now faint feeling and the taste that I haven't tasted in a long time. It was blood. I looked at my other hand, it was now tainted with a crimson colour, blood covering my claws. That was not the start of my thirst for blood, it started a while back as part of "experiments". The two remaining men looked delicious to me in this state, I grabbed the man and sunk my fangs into his neck, drinking his blood, every ounce of reason disappearing. All in a second, I grabbed the other that tried to run away and did the same to him. They were on the ground, dead, and I was feeling something I haven't felt in a long time. This amazing strength, this sensation, I was drunk with power and it came with mouthwatering taste.