Bloodlust

A/N I decided before I publish the 1st chapter and write this story I wanted to post a little prologue/paragraph to see how people like it so I welcome constuctive criticism and/or praise *wiggle of the eyebrows. So here's my first crack at it ... I hope you like it!!! :

I felt it all... need, want, satisfaction, and finally guilt. I looked at him cautiously, but my eyes kept drifting back to his neck. His blood was dripping on the floor and I was wondering why I was so hungry, why I felt the need to drink that red substance. I tried looking away from it, but I couldn't.

My eyes became like demons: bloodshot and my pupils were black. Veins started to grow under my eyes and I felt the unforgettable pain of fangs protruding out my mouth. I surprisingly didn't question it as my thoughts were consumed by... blood.

I slowly walked to him and touched his neck. The blood consumed me and I started to shake wondering what was wrong with me, but I couldn't shut out what would be my natural instincts and I bit him. As I watched him drop to the floor with all of his blood gone, all I did was smile feeling great, powerful even with no remorse for about 10 seconds.

I realized what I'd done and what I just made myself become. I realized it all and was overcome by so much emotion, I was practically drowning. Sadness, Grief, and most of all... Guilt! I didn't know what to do so I dragged him to the deepest of forests and I buried him in an unmarked grave. What I had just done was unforgivable... I just murdered someone and for a moment I was happy about it.

One of many people died that night, all of the same cause, but not all because of me. Still I felt as if I was responsible for the mass murder, because it all started with that beautiful, wonderful, amazing, but awful first kill.

So what do you think caused the infamous mass murder?

What do you think, any early theories?

HAHA ;) Remember to fire off in the comments and vote if you like the story, I love you all my lovely fantastic readers till next time!...