Tomorrow Never Dawned

Five

Rushing through the night was breath taking for humans, but as for us Vixens it felt almost enlightening.

I wanted to feed again, but I knew that if I did, great consequences would be upon not just humanity, but myself as well.

My sanity is disappearing more and more each day. I can feel the wires and strings in my head snap with a loud crash, and it hurts, Gives me a migraine every once in a while. It's something I've grown accustomed to now.

The world looks so beautiful from upon the largest and tallest building in New York. The shimmering lights from the streets, the small bodies walking and hurrying along the pathways to get to their comfort of their families and home.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be human again, to have emotions like love and to feel empathic for someone. To give out sympathy and to get it back in return.

To cry.

Now that my dad is gone, I have no more family. I never met my relatives and shit like that, my family was small and they all died before I was able to walk.

It's peaceful, but at the same time, it's lonely.

I know for a fact I'm different than the other Vixens. I feel as if I'm more powerful, more vivid and bright in a case.

Patrick and Klein, they are softies on this inside. They think that holding up their persona of being tough and strong and "Don't care about anyone but the Vixen life" is them being powerful. But they haven't truly flicked off their humanity switch.

Mine died with the old me 4 years ago.

But when you look up close to the city, and truly see all of the details and broken pieces, it's disgusting. It's like another part of the world has died and now all that is left is broken homes and rotting families.

The wind blows against my face. I wave my hand around a bit, flames slowly rising from my palm. I imagine a dancing woman, floating around my palm like the dance floor she deserves. Then, smoke clouds around her body, closing her in and suffocating herself.

She becomes a pile of imaginary ash and dust, cascading through the wind like nothing before.

"Well, time to feed." I say to myself and stand from my spot on the attenta. I count to three, then let my body fall with the world, spinning into the abyss of death.

But it never dawns over me, just the knowing regret of landing. I wish I could feel my blood pumping back into my veins once more, being human is a gift and I took it for granted.

I followed back streets, using my enhanced vision to see in the pitch black. That's when I noticed a small group of people huddling just behind a dumpster, small whimpers coming from the girl laying down while two men hover over her.

I decide to sneak attack them, with a little twist. I creep behind the first man, his darkened hair falling in front of his eyes as he lets his fingers slide against the poor girls body.

"Ah, didn't your mother ever teach you filth manners?" I ask, my voice shutting not only both of the men up but the girl as well.

"Fuck off!" The dark haired one protested, standing in front of me with side shoulders and a small grin on his face.

"Not a chance. I'm feeling a bit peckish and you guys look like the tastiest of meat." I moaned, wishing for their blood to fall into my throat.

"Ew. You're a cannibal? That's fucked." The girl piped up.

"I'd suggest you keep you're whore quiet, pretty boy. Humanity is a gift and back chatting to me will just make it slip right out of your hands." I roughly shove the dark haired boy up against the brick wall, and expose his neck to my fangs.

The girl screams and tries to stand but I lift my leg up and dig my heel into her chest, causing her to cough and splatter blood over herself.

"Be a good girl and pipe down. I'm sure your screams are lovely but if you want to stay alive for some more time, zip it!" I sternly told her, and tears of fear slid down her cheeks.

The guy next to the girl, started to run away. But I shot a flame at him and he belted straight to the ground, hitting the pavement hard, his blood smelling sour.

"Now, which one of you wants to die first, hmm?" I looked straight at the guy who was currently stuck up against the brick wall and I chuckled.

"What type of sick fuck are you?!" He whimpered, his green eyes glossy from tears. His pupils dilated.

"I'm what's called a Vixen, darling. Let's just say another version of a vampire." I said, marking my place to sink my fangs into.

"But you shot flames from your hand! You must be a witch!" The girl protested.

"DON'T TEST ME, HUMANS! I used to be like you guys. Kinda funny actually, except I was shy and never did drugs. Then I was kidnapped and tortured for 3 years straight. They turned me into a Vixen, A vampire assassin who is only meant to kill criminals, sex offenders and serial mass murderers. I'm the only one who does not do that, I kill for fun."

"And my special ability that I've developed was fire, so unless you want to either feel the life drain from yourself, or have your skin melt off and yourself turn to A crisp, keep your mouths shut. I'll even be nice and let you pick which death you'd prefer." I strangled the boy in front of me.

"Now what's it's going to be? Have me suck your blood until there's nothing but your skin, or feel yourself turn into a burnt potato crisp." I told them, my fangs itching to sink into their skin.

"I want to go home." The girl sobbed.

"Oh, you'll go home alright. You'll just be cremated." And with that, I sunk my fangs into the boys neck.

He screamed a bit, but once I drained him of the contents of his body, I moved onto the girl.

She was different, like she had a weird after taste so o decided to set her body on fire and watch her burn as I ate the other boy who I hit with fire before.

This night was successful, but I realised that they weren't any criminals, pedophiles or serial killers.

They were just simply a few teenagers, who had done some drugs and wanted to have sex.

They were innocents.