Vile Armand is one of the strongest vampires in the world but, when one of the few stronger than him commands him to not hurt a rebel group of vampires, he is beaten to a pulp and taken to the hospital by humans. There, he is given a blood transfusion by a human who has the sweetest smelling blood he's ever smelt..
It tears him apart and he needs to find her..
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Chapter Onex With Clouded Eyes and Tainted Lips
Humans often act too quickly. They interfere when they aren't asked to and, most of the time, such as in my case, they ruin things. I can no longer sleep at night, feel satisfied when I feed, concentrate on anything but the unending hunger or even breathe regularly. Breathing calms vampires just as taking deep breathes would do for a human but it isn't necessary for us, obviously.
Humans often try to fix things that they don't understand. For instance, I had been attacked by a rebel group of vampires by Bayside Street and I was knocked unconscious. I was bloody and battered and breathing very softly to try to relax my body. I could not move or speak and I was trying to regenerate myself when a van pulled up beside me. "Oh my!" cried a high-pitched, loud voice. It made my ears rang but I could do nothing to escape it. If only it hadn't been against my orders to not hurt the rebel vampires- I would have killed all 12 of them so quickly and easily and not been in this situation but, instead, I had been ordered to take it and let them run free into Marian's trap. Now, I was unable to fend for myself against these humans. "He looks mighty bad, Davie, but he's still breathing a bit. Let's get him to a hospital!" the woman screeched. I didn't stop breathing because I assumed that them taking me to a hospital would be a lot better than a mourg- or wherever they'd take a dead person. I mentally slapped myself for letting myself get into that kind of mess.
The ride was bumpy but quick and, soon enough, I was in a hospital bed being given a blood transfusion. Just the mere smell of blood was enough to wake my body and I struggled to move my arm. The people that had taken me here left me alone, Thank..whoever or whatever there was to thank for it. I couldn't stand hearing that woman's voice ever again- it was intolerable. I felt bad for "Davie". I opened my eyes and sat up. The nurse smiled down at me and asked, "How are we feeling?" I looked up at her. "I am fine." It annoyed me that she said, "How are we feeling?" as if I was supposed to answer for her as well. She smiled down at me again and said, "Well, you look fine." She winked and walked off. Humans are so predictable. They act nearly the same. Every human female that I have ever had to deal with has made it obvious that I was attractive by their standards. All vampires had that as a strength, however. When you are turned, you become aesthetically perfect. It is kind of a defense mechanism- it keeps us alive. Using our beauty, we lure in victims for food so that we don't starve. Its just like humans camouflage really.
I doubted they'd let me just walk out the front door without me having to sign papers or something so I climbed out the window. I headed north to find Marian so I could tear a hole in him for forcing that situation upon me. After only a few minutes of walking, I become suddenly aware of the blood pulsing in my body. It wasn't mine. It smelt..intoxicating.. It felt familiar- like playing in the snow after a long summer- to have blood pump through my veins again. This didn't make me alive or any less of a vampire but it did feel...warm. I bathed in the sensation. This blood didn't smell like any other's. It was sweeter than any average human's. I couldn't stop thinking about it. "Where had I just been heading? Why can't I breathe normally? Why can't I gain back my composure?" I had said out loud.
I still end up asking myself these things when I head somewhere. The smell of this blood distracts me. It has ruined me and I blame humans for it. I allowed a few colleagues to feed off of me so that this blood would leave my body and that I could go on with my life- or death, rather- but it is never enough. It never goes away. Every time I feed, I want it to be the blood inside of my veins that I drink and everyone else's blood tastes bitter and awful. Feeding doesn't sustain me anymore and I wear my hunger like a hole in my stomach. I feel so empty; so desperate. I need to find the human who donated this blood. I must drink from them. I have to taste it..
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Sorry for the long paragraphs. This is one of my older stories so it isn't written as well as my current ones. However, it does get better, the paragraph seperation improves and the plot line becomes more intriguing if you have the pateince to wait for it. :] And it would be pretty sweet if someone gave me structured criticism.
