Dying Three Times

Cathy

Cathy's P.O.V.

"Are you... Sure you'll be okay..?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine. Thanks for your concern." But I couldn't stop staring now. The teenage girl before me held her knee, wiping the blood off with her sleeve every now and then. I always came to this park when it was dark enough. Me and my family would go to the park almost every day in the town I used to live in. Before all this crap happened.

I tried my hardest to turn my head away from the girl's grazed knee. But it was so hard. The girl began to notice.

"Erm, are you okay?"

I slowly snapped back to reality. I turned away quickly and ran as fast as I could without going into vampire-speed territory. The girl watched me as I ran off, a confused look on her face. I had to get out of there, or I would've snapped. I swore I wouldn't hurt anybody anymore. Not since my 'incident'. And I figured if I started killing people here, it wouldn't take long before I'd get caught. So I continued to run.

I have been running for the last fourteen years, pretty much. Ever since I was turned into a vampire, I had to figure everything out for myself. It was pretty dark when he turned me, so I couldn't see his face, but he just bit me, knocked me out and ran off. I woke up a few hours later with a scratchiness in my throat and I instantly went back to my family's house, crying. And that's when my 'incident' happened.

I continued to run, though I didn't know where to. I didn't have a home, unless a crumbly, boarded-up cottage in the middle of the countryside almost fifty miles away counted. It took me a lot of effort to keep my speed in check, trying my hardest to remember what running as a human was like. Fourteen years sure went by pretty fast.

"... Casen did not banish me for her own benefit though, vampire boy..."

What the heck was that? I slowed down, but I'd gotten too far away to hear any more of the conversation. I backtracked slightly, the voices getting clearer. I focused on the voices until my ears began to buzz slightly, a feeling I was still getting used to.

"... She is arch guardian angel of all beings and you kill all beings..."

This was too good. I crept closer to the sound silently, ceasing my breathing so I wouldn't make a sound. Keeping my distance, I could see a few figures. Was one of them... Glowing!? I ignored the scratchiness in my throat for now. My thirst could wait.

Oh, they were moving. I crouched back as they sped past me, they were definitely not normal people. Could there be... Others like me? I had to know, I had to see, make sure I wasn't alone in this vast world. I followed them silently, taking cover whenever I could, meaning I didn't get much of the rest of the conversation until they stopped at a big-ass mansion.

"... Yeah, you can kill their mates, tear their wings off..."

What on earth were they talking about!? My mother always told me to never eavesdrop, but my mother wasn't around anymore, was she? As a smirk grew over my face, I crept slightly closer to the odd figures, my dark hair frizzy from the running earlier.

"... What is that intriguing scent?"

Oh, had they 'smelled' me? I doubted it was me... Wait, had I crept too close to them now? I wasn't sure. I backed away slightly, my hand landing on a twig and snapping it in half. Crack.

Oh Crapola.