Blood was oozing from my neck. I took another stake and rushed up to him, stabbing him right into his heart. He gasped and I jumped down and got my sword. The vampire was leaking black ooze and purple mist. He was still struggling for life. I took another stake and stabbed him with it, hoping his suffering would end. But he stood, struggling with his reality.
I had to leave. I grabbed a cable to the elevator and slashed the opposite one. The elevator shuddered, and fell out from under me. The vampire looked up at me and died as he crashed into the bottom floor. I flew up and blasted open a door with a pistol. I swung down towards it, stabbing my sword into the floor. I hung above the remnants of my battle,and heaved myself up, just as the elevator cable whipped past, spiraling down to the crushed elevator cabin. I sighed heavily, feeling my neck. It was wet with blood. I climbed the stairs towards the way I got in. I lock picked the door to see a naked couple on the couch. I averted my eyes and jumped back through the hole I blasted an hour earlier.
I felt stronger in the darkness. Why? Then I realized I was bitten by a vampire. I was now a vampire, creature of the night. Crap. I was overwhelmed with a hunger at the same time. No. I didn’t want to drink blood from anyone. But the urge was unbearable. I couldn’t kill an innocent person and I didn’t want to increase the vampire population by taking a bit from multiple people.
I jumped off the building at incredible speed, hurling myself onto the next rooftop. A scream rang in the night. I instantly knew where it was. My eye sight was better than ever before and I could hear everything. I peeked down to see a woman being attacked by men. She was attractive too which meant something terrible.
I grabbed my shotgun and jumped off the building. I shot a man on the way down and crushed a man to soften my landing. My legs would’ve shattered. I was now a lot less normal. I shot another man. He exploded into flames as I threw a knife into another. I took my sword and plunged it through an approaching man, who’s hands were too close to the woman.
I turned and fired my shotgun with one arm, barely noticing the insane amount of kick from the weapon. The last man cried out as flames erupted from his chest. I got the man off of my blade and cleaned it off with his shirt. My fangs protruded from my mouth.The woman stared at me in terror.
“Thanks.” she said shakily.
“Your welcome. Now hurry home.” I said.
My hunger was increasing and I was walking towards her. I fought it with all my strength. The woman nodded and ran away from the scene. I wanted to chase her down and taste her blood. But I stopped and let her escape. I went over to the man with the throwing knife in him. I was disgusted, but I bent over to his neck and bit through his flesh. He smelled terrible. Like cheese. He had a beard and had grubby hands. I drank his blood. I felt better instantly, but it tasted metallic and coagulated. But I drank all of it.I withdrew from him and my fangs contracted. I wiped the blood away from my mouth and ran to my car.
I jumped in and threw my weapons in the backseat. I didn’t know what to tell my dad. Would he kill me? Could I hide it? I went home anyway. I got inside at 10:00.
“Well?” asked my dad.
“I killed him.” I said.
“Good.” he said.
