taste

one; want,

suggested song; my type - saint motel
listen on repeat.

sweet, sweet blood. i craved it all the time. the best victims were female, they're so easy to take control over. their thoughts so full of desire and lust.

one bite, they're all over me.

i don't hurt them, i never try to hurt anyone. they never remember, i always make sure they don't remember.

"you're exactly what i want." i told the woman who was probably in her late thirties, biting my lip.

"then let's go outside." she told me, holding my hand and making me follow her.

she was drunk, making her easier to manipulate. she pulled me close and started to kiss me.

i kissed her back, slowly making my way down to her neck, where my fangs extended and dug into her skin.

i connected to her thoughts, like i said, full of lust and desire. once i was full, i licked the bite to stopped the bleeding and let it start to heal.

"you remember nothing." i told her.

she said nothing, just nodded and walked away.

i walked to the edge of the balcony and looked over the city.

"when will you stop feeling sympathy?" my brother asked, who snuck up behind me.

"when i stop drinking." i told him, who smirked and laughed.

"just shut up already, we have school tomorrow." he returned and we both ran home.

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alison's pov

"wake up!" charlie shouted in my ear.

i jumped out of bed and fell face flat on the floor, "charlie you c-!" i shouted.

"alison." my oldest brother looked down at me, giving me a nasty look.

i was the youngest out of the three of us, there's me, charlie and brad. brad's the alpha of the pack.

we live in a pack house, and it fucking sucks, i'm the only girl! all the guys, except my brothers, flirt with me and it's disgusting.

brad is the oldest in the pack, he's 23; i'm the youngest of the pack being 17.

sadly, charlie's 18 and we go to school together with other wolves in the pack. there's sixteen of us, ten of us in education.

the other six, just train, sleep, fight each other and wait for something to happen. when the ten of us in school get home, we join them - i say 'we' but i mean excluding me, i shift and run in the woods. i love running, i can hear what's going on around me so clearly and it gives me a break from everything.

but the thing i love most is being able to see my mother and father. they died from hunters, i was six at the time.

i visit their 'wolf' graves very often. they have their graves at the cemetery, but in the woods, there's a tree planted in memory of them. even in spring there's always at least one blossom on it.