Rushing Blood

Chapter 2: First Feeding

As I began to close my eyes and felt the last few drops of blood in my body being flushed away from me, I felt a sudden burst of cold coming from my neck. The vampire had lifted his fangs away from my neck! I was still alive, I still had blood in me! The two deep holes were exposed to the cold weather, making me feel a sharp pain in the right side of my neck.

As I stopped looking at my wound, I focused my vision to the vampire laying on the ground. His strong hand clutching his neck, he seemed to be choking. His mouth was wide open, trying to inhale air. With the small power he wielded, the weak vampire tried to get up and away from me. Although he was able to walk, his mind seemed so light that he tripped on his own feet and fell under the streetlight. As I began to notice he was actually choking, I focused on his neck. Veins rose from his chest to his neck, they were black. As if the blood rushing was contaminated, corrupted, killing him. Is that my blood? Could that be why he's so weak? My mind started to swirl as I gazed in amazement at the man who started to scurry away from me. It seemed as if I was hypnotized, my curiosity got the best of me as I walked closer to him to see what was going on.

"Stay away from me, you monster, you're the monster. You are," his voice was so weak I could barely hear him, but the fear in his tone made it easy to make out.

I just stood there . . . amazed, frightened, and most of all; curious. Why did he call me a monster? My mind focused on his neck, the veins were as dark as night, as if poison was filling his entire body. He kept trying to breathe for air, but couldn't. As I slowly walked closer, he kept trying to get away, when I was just about three feet away, he tried to get up once more. This time he tried to run, he made it for about ten feet, and then disappeared into the shadows, just as all vampires do after their feeding hour is over and they must go back into hiding before the sun rises. Only this time, it was midnight, the full moon was shining high above the earth. I quickly heard a scream, probably a block away. My eyes opened wide as I saw the hand of a man on the ground at the corner. I quickly ran, hoping not to have another encounter with a bloodsucker.

I felt as if I was zooming, my mind just went somewhere else. Everything around me was a large blob, it was as if the world was going slower than I was.

I turned a corner, and reached my house in record time. I just wanted to go home, go to sleep, and get sucked into my dreams and nightmares, completely unaware of time until I have to awake to reality. That's the part I always hated about my day, having to escape from my bedsheets of safety and enter the real world.

I quickly opened and closed the wooden door, entering my house. I heard my parents chattering to my right, probably in the kitchen. I slowly walk to them, not wanting to draw attention that I came home at such a late hour.

Instead of hearing the usual "how was your day sweetheart," I saw my parents in fear. Their bodies were frozen, just like the icy chicken my mom was about to chop. Their faces were petrified in complete horror and repugnance. As if what they were witnessing was the worst thing in the world, but they were looking at me. What is going on? Why are they looking at me like that?

My dad started to, with one hand, hold my mother tight to his body, as if securing her for something. After my mom was held right next to him, he started to use his free hand to rummage through a cabinet for something. He kept staring at me as he continued to move his hand in search of some mysterious object. I could hear some things rattling as he continued to forage for something in the wooden compartment.

As soon as he put his hand on an object, he slowly lifted it, my vision was focused on his left hand, even though I knew he was holding something, I couldn't see it; the cabinet was blocking my sight.

There was a sudden boom. My dad shot a bullet at me! I was breathing deeply, my eyes were closed shut as I tried to block the bullet with my hands. I was out of breath, I didn't want to open my tightened eyelids. I slowly lowered my hands, and opened my eyes. My breath was still deep, my heart was pumping as I slowly turned my head to the right only to see a small yet deep hole in the door only inches from my head. As I got on alert, I turned to my dad, who was reloading the gun, he's gonna kill me! Where do I go? Where do I hide? I was terrified, I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know why? I was so petrified that I couldn't move, I was so scared that I didn't know what my dad was going to do next. It was as if my mind couldn't process what was happening.