My fangs sunk into the flesh of my next victim. The taste of the sweet lushious red liquid drowning out the sounds of my victims screams of peril. God I had forgetten how good it felt to drink. The taste, the shrieks of terror, the fear that was oozing of my prey's body. How did I go without this for a week? I continued to drink the seemingly never ending delicious blood that flowed into my mouth. Satisfying my enormous thirst for blood and torment. Much to my pleasure as well as displeasure I could feel my victim start to go limp. This meant I would only have so much more savory liquid to drink, on the other hand I was able to see her die a painfully cruel death which I had caused, a type of artistry which I prided myself towards. Some sort of compulsion came over me, bringing me out of my trance.
I suddenly dropped her, before I could finish off the last few drops of blood. Fuck! I saw her die, right in front of me. Then the tears started to flow, I hated it, as I looked at my blonde haired victim. It reminded me of Tyler's mom. Tears continued to flow not only because of the annoying sadness and pity I seemed to felt, but also because I was frustrated that I was feeling these emotions in the first place. Why couldn't I just enjoy drinking blood, like I used to? Why did something always compel me to stop? Suddenly I spotted a figure in the distance.
"You," I yelled dauntingly. "I though I told you to fuck off!" The figure came closer it was Jace.
"aww, don't be like that Layla I thought we were getting along."
"We never got along, and we will never get along!" I replied harshly.
"That's not what you seemed to think last night," he said smirking.
"That was the alcohol," I said coldly.
"So I guess you don't want to kiss me again?" he asked slyly.
"I don't want to kiss you again, I don't want to be within a 200 mile radius of you again!" I exclaimed.
"Whenever I am around you I feel emotions, I feel pity, sorrow, I don't want to kill anymore, I can't kill anymore and I hate it!" I ranted.
"But what's wrong with emotions, princess?" he asked gently.
"Don't ever call me that again!" I said harshly, " and emotions, emotions are weakness. Feeling pity, and remorse for your victims is weakness, it makes catching the next meal a harder and less pleasurable experience," I explained.
"Oh, I don't know about that last time I checked not feeling remorse for your victims classified someone as a psychotic serial killer," he said matter o' factly.
"Well for me its called living."
"You seemed to enjoy getting drunk and making out with me just as much."
"Yeah of course I did, because booze makes any act seem enjoyable!"
"I don't know, I think you'd enjoy it even without the booze," Jace replied smirking leaning in for a kiss.
I smacked him hard across the face. "Don't even fucking think about it!"
"Sure," I replied in disbelief. "Now go fuck off."
"I am not sure if I can."
"GO!" I screamed. And without a word he quietly walked away, disappearing into the distant darkness.
I collapsed into a heap on the floor, I stared at my victim, and much to my horror the tears began to fall continuosly.
"What have you done to me!" I screamed petrified.
hey guys I am back and yes I am alive. Sorry I haven't updated in forever! Please review! and please expect to see updates on some other stories hopefully in the near future :D