Sinful Capture (On Hold)

Chapter 2

"But-but.....what if something.....?" I stammer. Like I always do.

Damn myself? No, not so much. Even Enos babbles sometimes in front of him. Akos is our leader to a reason. Absolutely no fucking one can disobey him.

"We are moving. Nothing can happen until we reach Sargate. You are more of harm to us now than anyone else," he growls.

Right, I can cause him more harm than rogue werewolves. Totally. But I don't argue. His words cut me to my core. He knows where it would hurt me the most. He knows what would be good for us. I respect him and can never understand why he can't get that. He has many qualities, not to mention that only he could control me.

Yeah, I don't know why. Not even my pyrokinesis works over him. My fireballs always dissipate around his body. He is just some freaking leader. And that makes disobeying all the more harder.

I shoot forward in the air as soon as he let me go, not even glancing towards Enos. I'm downright embarrassed. Never can I understand his hatred towards me. He liked my mother, he liked meeting to, but that was before I had left. When I returned and ever since her death, he only just tolerates me. Barely though. It hurts my ego that I never try to talk over him. Moreover, over the years I have started to avoid him.

The flow of air increase around me as I pick up speed. My surroundings pass by in a blur as I swallow up the miles easily. My feet barely touched the concrete as my body temperature drops down. I run across the bridge like I have been yearning to, the wind a welcome change from the stuffiness of my trailer. Soon, the bridge ends and I'm running through a worn path right through the forest.

Less than five minutes later, I'm forced to stop running by a huge gate. Like the type of gates in palaces. Abandoned palaces. The iron, though rusted throughout, looks pretty strong. If anything, the rust can prevent people from climbing the gate. All of it is made stronger by the overlapping layers of thick green, brown and gray ivy. It looks enchanting. More so because it seems to be in the middle of nowhere. The only sign that shows me I'm not lost has 'Sargate' written on it in thick black letters. The odd thing? The gates are wide open and has dense forest on either side of it. Not even the ruins of previous buildings or walls are there.

"Fishy fishy," I mutter. The residents must have enough money to build fancy gates for no reason in the middle of nowhere. I move forward to go through the gates, but am stopped by the smells of my food.

My surroundings come back in sharp focus as I feel my pupils bleed larger. I run my tongue over my aching gums, already anticipating sinking my fangs into my prey. When I turn to move again, I'm nothing but a shadow, blending easily in the filtered moonlight coming through the canopy.

I follow the smell and am guided to the side of the trail. Only now, I notice a small log cabin, like cartoon police stations, under a tree. Not even a single light has been lit, the tree beside has been pushing it's roots through the roof for years, claiming the wood back. No one must have noticed. The shack seems to be unoccupied but the strong fumes of alcohol that hung in the air around beg to differ. My throat is on fire as I enter the shack.

A man.

Placing myself suddenly in front of him, he jumps up to put his feet down from the table in front. His eyes are blurry and unfocused. He puts up no struggle as I pull him and bite into his shoulder. He barely has time to open his mouth when he starts screaming.

The scream pierces through the peaceful night as I lash at him. I quickly rip away the thin layer of flesh that separated his life force from me. As soon as the first drops of blood reach my tongue, I feel pure bliss. It sooths my parched throat. My body relaxes. I can feel the fire in myself getting quenched. The red liquid fills me up in a way no human food can ever do. I now realise how torturous the weeks I have lived without it had been. Now the blood brings out my real self-- a hungry, dangerous vampire. Not some civilized human girl. Before I realize, I am gulping down huge amounts of blood that I desperately need.