Bloody Summer

Chapter 1: Killing For The Hell Of It

"It's not going to hurt," I whispered into his ear. I ran my fingers up and down his pale neck, looking for the perfect spot. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. I chuckled. "Relaxed," I said. When I found the perfect spot I drew my lips to his neck before sinking my teeth in. He gasped at the pain of my teeth, but soon relaxed, seeming almost entranced. The burning in my throat stopped as soon as I received the rush of blood. When I first became a Vampire, the thought of drinking blood was revolting. Now the thought of not drinking blood is revolting. The blood is warm in my mouth, but it tastes chalky. When I had enough I pushed him away and stood up. Unable to hold himself up, he fell over on the bed.  

"I would have tipped you," I said, grabbing my bag, "but your blood was chalky. Try not to get high before hand next time." I turned and lefted the stranger in the hotel room.

The weather channel said it is supposed to be 27 degrees Fahrenheit in Kingston, New Hampshire, but I didn't feel the cold. I never did. As I walked down the abandoned streets, I felt no fear, though it was two am, and the city had a high crime rate. Nothing and no one could touch me. I'm a Vampire, I could take down a pack of wolves if I wanted to. I could do it gracefully, and quickly. Being an urban Vampire works to my advantage against every known creature. Most Vampires recognize each other by their features, pale skin, red eyes. Though I had the Vampire scent, my dark skin and golden eyes confused them.

The wind blew my brown hair, and I heard a noise behind me. I didn't bother to look back. It was just a bunch of pesky humans, two boys, teenagers. The footsteps behind me picked up, and turned into a run.  

"Hey babe, wait up!" One of them yelled, his speech slurred. They were drunk. They stopped running when they reached in front of me. One of them was white and wearing a Yankees baseball cap, and a black sweatshirt. The other was an Asian in only a red tee-shirt and jeans despite the 27 degree weather.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing walking at a time like this?" the white boy asked. He continued.  "You know, there are a lot of creeps out at this time of night." I let a smile slip.  

"You don't say?" The both smiled. I knew what they were trying to do, I let them have their fun, knowing that soon enough I'll get to have mine.  

"Why don't you come with us?" the white boy asked. "You'll be safe in our hands." The white one reached out and touched my arm. Both of the guys smiled, the Asian's seeming less creepy then Whitey's.

"If I'm going to go with you I'm going to need to know your names." I told them. The small Asian male spoke that time.  

"I'm Tony, he's Rob." He seemed nervous.  

"Well Tony and Rob, I would love to, but no." I began to walk when Rob pulled on my arm. His hand, I suspected, would feel cold to humans, but they felt warm on my arm.  

"You're coming with us whether you want to or not." Rob said. I laughed. Rob and Tony had no idea what they are getting themselves into. Rob was holding onto my left arm as Tony grabbed my right arm, and began to "drag" me across the street and toward a blue Subaru. My lips curled into a smile, but I quickly hid my smile.  

"Please!" I cried, "Please let me go!" Tony opened the back door, and pushed me in, then got in front, while Rob got in back. Tony locked the door, that's when I struck. I grabbed Robs big head, and twisted it around, breaking his neck, and killing him instantly. Tony's eyes were wide and frantic as he quickly turned to unlock the door. I grabbed him tightly around his neck. He began to sob. Begging me to let him go, and that it wasn't his idea, and that he had no intention to do anything. I felt his tears as they fell onto my arm. As he struggled to get out of the tight grip my hands had on his neck, I got a quick whiff of him. His body smelled strongly of sweat and booze, but his blood, even drenched in alcohol, smelled delicious, but I knew that I was too full to eat anymore. Still I knew its to late now.  

"If you're really the nice guy you claim to be then I'm sorry for this," I paused, "but if you are anything like you're friend then I hope you burn in hell." And with that I tightened my grip even more, then snapped his neck.