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Prologue
It’s unbearable. The longing. The want. The undeniable urge to taste it. To be the wielder of it and to be the one to cause it. I can’t help it. I’m not evil. I don’t want to be but the urge is undeniable and I have to have it. The taste of blood is always on my tongue. The death of a human being an undeniable ecstasy that I can’t pass up. I try not to do it. I really do. But the urge is too strong for me. Too powerful to resist. And I have to do it. If I don’t. I don’t know what will happen. But I’ve tried to resi…
Charity Sinclair jumped out of the hotel bed as soon as she heard the pounding knocks on the door. Grabbing her clothes, she pulled on her pants as fast as she could. The yelling had stopped but a much louder banging replaced it. They were trying to kick down the door. She didn’t need to know their intentions to know what they were doing. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had never even paid for the room. Plus she could hear their intentions. Could hear them discussing it quietly to themselves as they waited for the door to break down. She smiled. Which would take a while. Having reinforced the door with her power, she wasn’t worried.
Gathering her stuff she took count of the people outside the door. Four cops, the hotel owner, and two managers. She loosened the restraint on the door some and quickly slipped on her shoes. Just as she leaped for the window, throwing it open, the door crashed against the inside wall. Jumping up onto the ledge of the window, just as she was about to jump out, she froze. The human’s smell assaulting her nostrils. No. Don’t. You cant do this, she told herself over and over as she lowered herself from the window seal.
The cops were the first to bust into the room. The frame having splintered by the lock and all the way up the inside of the door. “Police,” one of them said loudly as they walked through the door. The hotel owner stepped in behind them, frowning when they put their guns back into their holsters. Stepping into the room, his managers following him inside, he took in the state of the room.
It had obviously been used. There were papers on the floor, most of them candy wrappers, a black duffel bag was tossed aside with a pair of women’s shoes tossed carelessly by the bed. A few clothes, all women’s, were tossed on the floor also. The bed was unmade and rumpled. The curtains were drawn closed and usually left open for guests. And one of the lamps were on.
The owner jumped when the door closed behind him. They all turned to look but didn’t get a good glimpse when the light suddenly shorted out. What they saw by the door instead was a single pair of two glowing, scarlet colored eyes. He didn’t even have time to scream…
 Noski · Fri Jun 12, 2009 @ 08:04am · 1 Comments |
