Cold hands warm heart

~A guilty conscience~

I walked about 2 blocks away and I started to think about the guy I had just left on the bench. I had been a bit tiet he had a lack of blood close to death of corse he was saying stupid things.

I wanted to be the normal me where I wouldn't care. Where I would just walled on. No the normal me would have killed him. No guy lays his hands on me and no one dare calls me one if those vermin. I felt my eyes changing my spine tensing. This was me I felt my vains pumping I was ready for the kill.

Then I was knocked down by voices I moved into the shadows. Great voices that ment people which ment I could have a quick snack. I loved surprising humans the way they never had time to stream before my fangs lay deep in bedded in there neck.

I got ready to lunge fallward but just as I was ready to ponce. I smelt them before I saw them. As the smell wafted up my nose it was a strong sickly better sweet the smell of blood and sweat.

Vampires. It looked like I wasn't going to get my bed time snack till I got home. No these weren't normal Vampires I could tell by the way they moved. They were flash runners like the boy I had left on the bench.

One had colored tattoos all down his body and a snake piercing in his lower lip. I could tell that it was just where had bitten his lip and stuck studs through the two little holes his fangs had made. He had no hair but tattoos made up for it. He wore a black tank top and black jeans withs black Vans.

Then there was enougher boy with jet black hair and black tattoos around his arms and neck. He had a stretcher in both ears. He was dressed the same as the other one. He had had his eyes tattooed so they were completely black. They looked kind of cool.

'Where is he I thought you said he went this way' It was enougher guys but he strucked me as the one in charge.

He had blond hair which made his golden eyes stand out.  He was wearing a black leather jacket and tank top. He had black jeans on just like the other to. He was wearing pretty much the same thing the guy on the bench that I had left had warn. Except he was nothing like him. He had the look about him. Most girls would sacrifice them self's for him. He was a peacock.

'Well I said we're is he'

'We thought he went this way' said the guy with tattooed eyes.

'well he didn't did he' said the blond guy slapping both of the too guys round the back of the head.

'Don't worry will find him' hissed the the bold one. I saw his teeth as he did and they had been sharpened into two points at the end of his fangs. Making it easier for him to ripe throats.

Then the blond boy pulled out a sharp wooden stake and I felt my stomach trun. I was no longer piped up and ready for a fight. I now felt like a weak little girl hiding in the shadows from the monster that waited for her.

'You better hope that we find him because I'm going to shove this into some one even if we don't find him. Do you understand?' The blond one was smiling his crystal white fangs were on show. He held the stake up close to the bold ones neck.

I saw him gulp. And the smirk grin came across the blond ones face. He lowered the stake.

'Now go find him' he spoke with a clear voice and the two guys began to walk away.

I decided this was time for me too leave I turned towards the way I had came and slowly began to go back down the road. Towards the guy on the bench. what was I thinking I couldn't go back to him i should for get about him. But I couldn't know one know mater how bad deserved a stake through the heart.

I know I had been thinking about killing him my self but that had been when he was a wake. when they would get to him he would all ready be so close to death he wouldn't be able to fight back.