Emotions were something I couldn't experience unless feeding off a human. So I knew what they were but they were nothing more than words to me. It was this disconnection that made it easier to kill. I caught myself more often and usually quit feeding before they took hold of me. My father was smarter this time and brought multiple pets into the house so that I wouldn't become attached to any of them.
There was once a pet that tried to force himself on me. To make me feed more so that I might show him sympathy and release him. Instead I pushed him away, using excessive force unintentionally and it caused him to break his ribs and they punctured his lungs, it took minutes for him to finally die.
Without feelings its impossible to even feel joy from killing either. Its just another chore really. I'm not bored with it nor entertained its about as natural as breathing.
Vampires didn't get excited by things either. At least I didn't think so. I was raised as a vampire believing everything my 'father' told me. But everything seemed to change the day he walked in.
Adrian.
His sullen eyes were a mix of brown and green, the colours teased the viewer and would throw one off from the truth. His hand pushed his black hair our of his face. It fell perfectly back to the side. But there was a constant smirk pulling slight on his mouth. He had secrets...secrets I wanted to know. I was confused at first.
It wasn't feelings drawing me to him. Was it? Or was it clear to anyone, emotions or not, that he was attractive.
I knew sooner or later I would have to leave my fathers house. But I was ready to settle into something similar, something known. But with Adrian, everything was different.
"The world is changing." He spoke upon our first meeting, Before I knew I was to be his wife.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, his words ominous and his voice was calm, it made my ears beg to hear it once again.
"Vampires can't live under rules for long, we live for one thing, Blood, and it wont be too long before someone fights back for it."
"Blood is a Privilege, the government is only trying to think long term, for all our sakes. Besides I would hate to be the one to mess up the system by giving in to foolish cravings." His eyes looked away sheepishly, dismissing my words with a sigh. He thought me childish, yet he came back sounding intrigued.
"Blood is a Right. You have your pets, legal or not. But don't you wish you could eat whenever...whoever you wanted. You're not a vampire, you're a dog, all to keen on following your masters orders waiting on hind legs to be thrown an already chewed bone. What's foolish is to be okay with the way you are living. "
Father walked in almost immediately hushing the conversation and leaving Adrian with the last words. Words that I hated because he was right and because for the first time they caused me to feel something without having to drink from a human, Hate.
