Noah (1)

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I never meant to kill Madeline. I never would have dreamed of it. But nothing I say can be an excuse. Not the wild, untamed thirst that had clawed at my throat, making me forget that I was in a house with an innocent 10 year old. Not the fact that I hadn't been prepared to feel the unforgettable  burn that climbs up my stomach up to my throat. And definitely not the fact that I am a vampire.

Being a 'vampire' isn't what most people depict it as. We're not really immortal, as sterling silver burns us. We're not really going to die in the sun either. It just gets incredibly uncomfortable, like trying to relax with a thorn stuck in your side. And we can enter houses like any normal human. And as for the 'looking young forever' thing, we can basically put a stopper in time. Yet, I still haven't learnt to do that.

There is one thing that most people have gotten correct, and that is the fact that vampires drink blood. This is an obvious one. Of course, some books/movies/plays/TV shows have gotten it all wrong. How is drinking animal blood going to help your undying thirst? This may not make sense at first, but let me put it this way. It's like eating tofu instead of beef.  It's not the same. And what about sleeping? Of course we need to sleep! But unlike humans, it's like flicking a switch. You get to choose EXACTLY when you want to.

But the strangest difference that we have from humans is that we only need to feed twice a month. And when we bite, we have to make sure not to drink too much, otherwise they'll lose too much blood, and- You get the idea. We never have to worry about the person remembering. They forget everything from thirty minutes or so back. All I know is that it has something to do with our fangs.

I fidgeted with a leaflet that had sat on top of the hotel desk. I was now in my hotel room, my thoughts haunting my mind at every second.

Why had I not fed myself before meeting up with jade? I had been asking myself this for the last two weeks. I had read things,and stubbornness had been born, blooming in my mind. I thought that maybe I could control myself in front of the one person whom I loved. Self control was the last thing I should have asked for.

Maybe, if I had of fed, I would have been able to tell Jade how I felt for her. Jade made my head ache with sadness and regret. And once I had killed Madeline, I had looked up to see Jade, her piercing green eyes ripping apart my heart with rage.

And regret crowds my mind, still.

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