He lay on the ground, shuddering, desperately trying to contain his lust. "I...need...blood.." He whispered and moaned, as he clutched his stomach in pain. He hadn't fed in five days. The roses lay on the grass beside him as he screamed in agony.
The first time he fed was 2 months ago. He was starving. He woke up, and the edges around his line of sight were blurred and dark. He could feel then, the beast gnawing at his insides. A thought occurred to him. "Blood.." He thought. He desperately tried to reach for humanity in his heart. He felt like less than an animal. Why did he become like this? How could he have done something so terrible that he was given this fate? Hayden felt the tears welling in his eyes as he tried not to think of his overwhelming desire for blood. It was the virus. The infection. It was what caused all of the mess he was in. It slowly infected its patients until they were hospitalised and left to die alone. Anyone who touched them or breathed in the same air as they did, instantly caught it. It had wrecked havoc upon Blue Haven, spreading throughout the city, killing over one third of the population. But the worst was yet to come.
They didn't wipe out his brain in time. After each victim died, the virus took over their brains, reanimating them but instead of breathing and using the heart to pump blood and oxygen around the body, the living dead would drink the oxygenised blood of freshly killed victems, absorbing the oxygen into their bodies, to replace the oxygen that was once pumped around the body by the heart and taken in from the lungs. It had a devastating effect. All of Blue Haven was quarantined, permanently. Its surviving citizens were left to die, and the city was taken by the dead until everyone eventually died. However they weren't killed by the virus. The reanimated bodies of their friends and family members, driven mad by the need for blood, killed them, and took over the city, the most ruthless operating in packs until every last survivor had been drained of blood. Now that there was no one left, the vampires left the city, a ghost town. It has been thirty years since this happened. Since then, the city has been secured and the vampires finally driven out. Or so most believe.
Hayden remembered his first kill. A young woman, maybe 25 years old at the most. Her blood tasted sweet and warm on his tongue. He remembered how badly he reacted. Crazy from blood lust, he went out of hand and killed her by accident. He never killed anyone when he kept a level head. He hated shedding blood, however he knew that if he tried holding off feeding, his animal like instincts would take over. He had been holding off for days on end now. Something dark filled his heart. The weight of regret. It made him feel sick at night. There was something about the illusions he kept seeing as well that weighed upon him. He knew somehow they were both linked.
Hayden could feel his emotions slowly slipping away as he felt his ravenous hunger take over. He stood up abruptly off the ground and dusted the soil off his faded blue grey trousers. His irises began to turn a crimson, streaked red, the energy rushing to every cell in his body, giving him a new, unknown, fresh strength. Hayden felt powerful, and his eyes glinted as the last light of his humanity faded from them.
He began walking at a pace towards the rougher side of town, near to where a bunch of deadbeat, high schoolers were hanging out, smoking and laughing. They weren't much older than he was. He noticed that some of them were also drunk off booze. It was the perfect opportunity. "Hey sleaze, got any more of that stuff?" Hayden pretended to sway slightly as he approached them to give them the impression he was drunk too. "Hell yeah man." One of them cackled before chucking a green, glass beer bottle at him. He caught it in mid air with lightening fast reflexes. "Thanks." He said slyly. Hayden took the bottle and busted it up on the curb. The guy suddenly saw the evil look in his eyes. The others saw too, and scarpered, leaving him behind, dumbfounded. "You're... you're not one of those things...are you?" He whispered backing up against the brick wall. Hayden edged towards him slowly, grinning. He swallowed. "You're ...not... one of those...m..m..monsters are..you?" Hayden had pressed him right up against the wall, and had began to breathe heavily. "You're going to taste so good." He said with glee and a terrible look on his face. "Please, somebody help." The man begged. It was too late. The night sky was dotted with twinkling stars and dark clouds. The alleyway smelt dank and the concrete was a drab, grey. It was all over. Hayden held the broken bottle to his neck. Beads of blood began to form, trickling down his chin. Hayden licked them off his face hungrily. The man whimpered. "Let me tell you a little story.." Hayden whispered in his ear. He giggled. "Its about my death. A messy subject that is. I like games a lot? Do you like them?" The man tried to scream but Hayden was had his other hand tightly placed over his mouth so all you could hear was his muffled, desperate cries. "Do you know what sort of games I like?" The man struggled against his firm grip. "Its a game called Murder Scene and you're going to be the victim!" He stabbed him in the chest, red blood spurting onto Hayden. His body began twitching, his white eyes rolling, as he crumpled to the ground, the life drained out of him. Hayden licked the blood from his open wound. Glass lay on the ground in shards. His thirst began to drive him on, and he began feasting on the man's corpse. It was a gruesome sight. Suddenly Hayden saw out of the corner of his eye, someone standing about 20 feet behind him. He began to stand up slowly. He turned and heard a click of a camera before he started walking towards the man who was wearing a suit and a fedora.
"Would you like some too?" Hayden said in a low hiss, before ripping out the victim's liver and holding it out in front of him, manically laughing.
"What a beautiful flower he was. His blood tasted like death." Hayden smiled and the stranger started backing away.
"Would you like to meet him? There's always space for one more at this party, Q."
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Hi guys, sorry if that last chapter was a bit triggering, I've now tagged this story under gore horror in case you didn't catch it. Have an excellent Wednesday tomorrow, and I will try and do another update soon, it depends, i may put the other writing project on hiatus for a while if i like the way 'Karst' is progressing,
The Author (a.k.a Lucien Ren 'The Narrator')
YOU ARE READING
Karst
HorrorThe day Hayden Hanesley died was the day everything around him ended. However this did not have anything to do with his life... Blue Haven is overrun with disease and crime. An epidemic has wiped out half the population, but there is much more chill...
