Darkness and Light
disgusted by the boyfriend's cowardice, and also the fact that he knew what you are, you decide to go after him.
You quickly strike the girl over the head with just enough force to knock her unconcious but not do her any permanent damage; something you practiced many times in the dark realm. Then, clenching your fists in anger, you go after her boyfriend.
You reach him in almost no time at all, grab him by the back of his jacket, and throw him up against a tree.
"L-leave me alone" he cries, staring up at you in terror. "My dad's a Hunter! He'll come after you!"
"Cowards like you don't deserve to live!" You shout. You place one hand over his mouth to stiffle his screams and tilt his head backwards, then sink your fangs into his exposed neck. You are vaguely aware of his body struggling desperately, then go limp as you drain his lifeblood. But all your senses are filled with the sensation of his warm blood flowing down your throat and filling your body with strength.
A part of you that you both fear and despise takes over, and you doubt you could stop even if you wanted to. Finally, you let his deathly white corpse, nearly completely drained of the vital red liquid, fall to the ground.
You know that the man's words should worry you more, but you are nearly drugged by the sensation of his warm blood, and that clouds your judgement.
Well, you were successful. Time to go home.
You quickly strike the girl over the head with just enough force to knock her unconcious but not do her any permanent damage; something you practiced many times in the dark realm. Then, clenching your fists in anger, you go after her boyfriend.
You reach him in almost no time at all, grab him by the back of his jacket, and throw him up against a tree.
"L-leave me alone" he cries, staring up at you in terror. "My dad's a Hunter! He'll come after you!"
"Cowards like you don't deserve to live!" You shout. You place one hand over his mouth to stiffle his screams and tilt his head backwards, then sink your fangs into his exposed neck. You are vaguely aware of his body struggling desperately, then go limp as you drain his lifeblood. But all your senses are filled with the sensation of his warm blood flowing down your throat and filling your body with strength.
A part of you that you both fear and despise takes over, and you doubt you could stop even if you wanted to. Finally, you let his deathly white corpse, nearly completely drained of the vital red liquid, fall to the ground.
You know that the man's words should worry you more, but you are nearly drugged by the sensation of his warm blood, and that clouds your judgement.
Well, you were successful. Time to go home.