Lust, pain, HATE

Something’s wrong.

I can smell blood but, instead of feeling a rush, excited…I feel panic. Like the blood I smell was spilled on purpose…like the fear of the victim still lingers in the air. I can’t help but follow it, curiosity thundering through me, driving me on as always.
I’m a surprising distance from the back street I eventually find myself in, the scent’s stronger now, mixed in with the steam billowing from the back of a near by restaurant and the smell of the giant bins on either side of the pathway.
There’s something ominous in the air, the blood now is so strong I can almost hear it calling to me…screaming, echoing out from the dark depths of the dimly lit street. It’s so potent. I can start to feel my hunger surge, waking suddenly and, as I stumble across the spilled blood, seeping into the damp ground and falling down the street wall, it erupts. I almost crumble as every last sense in my body aches to the point where I moan…

I have to turn away. Facing down into the dark I see a corner at the end of the street. The smell and the steam leading me round it but not preparing me for what I see…

The blood’s pooled around a couple, standing against the wall only feet from me…

…

The male see’s me as soon as I appear round the corner, raising his head as his cold eyes glare at me. He’s holding a girl hard against the wall, blood pouring from her side and his hands on her in very…inappropriate areas. I can see her eyes clearly, full of fear and desperation as she fights not only for her life but for her body.
I can feel my hunger mixing in with my outrage. I narrow my eyes towards the tall male figure, who by now has dropped the girl and is brandishing his knife towards me. He’s taller than I am by a good few inches, savouring this fact as he towers over me…bringing his knife to my throat. He says something that my rage wont let me hear, he’s just white noise to me as I feel him pressing against my skin…the knife stings me as it cuts my neck open.
I snap and grab his wrist, breaking it with a single squeeze and a sharp twist, making him drop his knife. Before he can even cry out I have the knife in my hand and his throat cut. He splutters and gags as he collapses to the ground in a dead,  bloody mess. My heartbeat thumping in my chest as I drop his knife and dash towards the girl…the cold sound of the steal blade ringing as it hits the ground slowly being drowned in blood.
Too much blood…

…

…I blink and she’s in my arms. She’s still bleeding from her stab wound.
I need to get her somewhere. She’s dying. There must be someone near by that would know her. A hospital? Something!!
Bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood!
“H-help…”
Her voice snaps my eyes to hers…she’s…I…I can’t…

I can’t resist.
I lean in towards her and bite her gently, all the while knowing what I’m doing, all the while hearing her sobbing in my arms…all the while listening to her discomfort, her fear, pain, anguish…

SelfishselfishselfishSELFISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!selfishselfishHATECOWARDSCUM!

…her life…fuelling my own…

…

Urgh!!
I can’t stop myself. I bite down harder, ignoring her cries, ignoring her faint struggles…ripping at her neck and taking her blood, letting euphoria settle back in.

She’s dead with in what seems like seconds and I fall back against the cold wall, the sensation heightened to one of extreme pleasure by the new blood in my system and I can’t help but moan again. My body convulses as I feel every part of me come alive while surrounded by death. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! Damn it!!

DAMN IT!!!

My body convulses violently…

I scream.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!”