Don't Call Me Angel [Book 4] (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 37

Cold.

I feel cold.

And alone.

"Olivia, " a voice spoke. It was soft and weak. Like the person behind the voice was. . . sad.

Why are you sad?

"I'm sorry."

Why are you sorry?

"I'm so sorry, " the voice spoke while fading out.

I couldn't help but search for the voice that had called out to me.

Why?

Did I know that person?

It was too dark for me to see. I could only hear. The person footsteps surrounded the room following by some shuffling in the background.

The person spoke again, apologizing once more but not to me. It wasn't me this time he was apologizing too. But who?

I could feel a gust of wind swirling around the room. The sound of crackling flames followed, "Let you be at peace and be like a phoenix and be reborn again into a better life."

Like a phoenix?

Reborn?

That sounds nice?

"Olivia, " the person touched my cheek and for a moment I felt loved. When he pulled away I couldn't help but want to be touched again. "Be like a phoenix and be reborn."

Like a phoenix.

I didn't feel the gust of wind or hear the crackling fire as I did before. It was quiet.

"Hello," The man said. "Tony. I found her. I'm sorry, " there was a long pause, "I found while looking for herds. And she. . . she's in the abandoned church. I understand." He finished, walking away from my side until I could no longer hear them.

Come back! I weakly spoke to myself. My lips barely moved.

Come back! I tried again.

I tried to move my finger with all my might but they wouldn't move.

Come back!

I took in as much oxygen as I could and gasped, opening my eyes I could feel the thirty consume me.

I need to feed.

Soon.

My body slowly moved. First arms to my legs to my finger and my toes. My body was becoming warm and my stiff body was beginning to move with ease.

I sat up starting a red gem between my legs but ignored it when I could smell something so- so delicious.

I could feel my fangs coming out.

Thirty.

So very thirsty.

My throat burned to the point I wanted to scratch my own throat out until there was nothing left.

I must get rid of this feeling.

Sliding off the bed I was in and prayed towards the door. Tiling my head from side to side, a man stood just behind the door.

I could smell the taste of his blood it was just at the tip of my tongue and I wanted it so badly.

God, he smelled too good.

I want him.

Now.

Without a second thought, I throw the door back ripping it off the doorframe and jumped on my pray.

Within seconds he was able to pull me off of him, throwing me onto the ground.

"Olivia?" He yells.

I hissed back. I am so hungry.

"Olivia!"

I charged at him, swing my claws towards his face.

"What's wrong with you?" He dodges my every move with complete ease.

I must feed, I must get rid of this burning feeling in my throat.

"Olivia! Enough!" He yelled. He lifted his hand in my face and within a second a powerful gust of wind thrown me back so far that I was barely passed the forest line.

"Olivia, calm down, we can talk about this. I didn't mean for all this happen, "he yelled but only hissed back. I didn't know him. I didn't know anyone. All I know is that I need to feed.

I took a deep breath and smelled some new pray. Something young. Something close. With a hissed, I ran in the direction of my new pray.

So close, so close, so close. Must feed. Feed!