Rosita

Chapter Two

*Rosita's P.O.V*

After I said the spell I blacked out for three days.

Now I'm walking in the city with the stars shining against the dark sky. Cars speed pass quickly and people cross roads in hopes to escape the pounding rain which hasn't seem to stop for at least a week. My scenes are heightened and I'm on edge. I try to pat down my shoulder length hair and carry on walking down the street. Then I walk into an isolated alley way. I inhale the bitter smell of alcohol and cigarettes but better yet blood. I notice two bikers about to get on a motorbike then I walk up to them.

"Um... hello do you know where the nearest hospital is?" I ask the two bikers.

"Mmmmm. What do we have here?" one of them says rubbing their hands together.

I raise my eyebrows at them.

"How about you hop on and we'll show you the nearest hospital, love." The other biker says eyeing me up and down.

"Neque filii ludere mortui sunt." I mumble.

"Huh?" they say in unison.

I smirk as I walk closer to them. They stand paralysed. My eyes are pulsing and my fingers twitch. I've been craving blood for too long.

"You." I say to one of the men.

He doesn't move.

I raise my hand up and motion for him to come closer then he moves to me in a straight direct line.

Magic at its finest.

I hear the man's pulse quicken and heart beat thud like crazy. He smelt so warm and sweet.

Then I take my first bite in his jugular. Blood is really warm, it's like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming. I motion for the other biker to come as he was still drilled on the spot. Then I bite into the other biker's neck. I hold them with both my hands and enjoy my feast. I just keep on drinking and drinking. But I want more.

Why do I want more?

I start to dig my nails into both of the biker's skin and tear at it. I hear each and every atom tear from each other. I carry on tearing and drinking until I don't feel anything in my hands. I look down at the floor. The bikers lay in a pile of flesh and blood. I can't even see their faces. The life fluid ran down like a lazy river mixing with the rain. My tongue reaches out to swipe the desert from my lips. I moan in delight. My eyes darken as I stare more intently at the pile in front of me. I should go home but I still feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins.

One more bite.

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I ended up luring three random drunk men into my apartment and slaughtered them all.

I stare at the mess in front of me. Limbs lay scattered across the living room and blood rides up the walls. I grab a napkin from the kitchen and attempt to wipe my lips and my chin only to realise that the blood dried up. I sigh to myself. I remember my sister saying not to get too carried away, now looking at the scene that lays in front of me I realise why.

I have no friends or other family in this city and I don't go to school. Sis said that it could be hard to contain my cravings and there wasn't a spell to stop them. If I went to school I'd be a sophomore, I could just imagine things like prom or cheerleading. Instead I would just stay inside and read books or practice spells. I occasionally spoke to my neighbours when I ran into them. I even had tea with a lady from down the street. That was a week ago when everything was normal. I close my eyes and breathe in the air catching the bitter sweet aroma of what lays on my floor.

Then I head out once again.

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Translation: Children shouldn't play with dead things