Kidnapped

Chapter XX

To be honest, I was pretty scared by the thought of getting outside and I felt really exposed and powerless. I could barely stand on my feet. But even if I was disgusted by the situation I was put trough, I couldn’t wait for it to end and to feel alive again.

Again, there were just the four of us: me, James, Patrick and Noam who was driving the car.

We were going to start with an easy hunt which included sneaking in the most hidden places. I really didn’t know town well, but I was pretty sure it was a very small one. I honestly didn’t mind it , because it was the first time I was happy to be in such abandoned town, unable to be tracked.

James was the one to go first. We had already chosen our targets and we were quite ready. I insisted on going first because I wanted to finish as fast as I could, but Patrick suggested that it’s better to see somebody else do it in order to make an impression and to get some hints.

Patrick told James to wait in the shadow for and old-aged or a homeless man. He was supposed to simply cover his or her mouth, pull them in the corner, bite, drink for about 10 seconds and run. He had done it like a pro. The man didn’t even flinch, he just easily fell asleep. And so came my turn. It’s true that after seeing James doing so well I caught a little braveness but the reality was we weren’t the same. I had to drink more and still, it was not enough.

I hid in the same corner and stood as far as I could from the man that was lying on the street, where James left him. As my prey was approaching, I peeked over to the other side of the street to see a grey car with smoky windows, with a man on the driver’s seat who had a jacket with the initials of the Centre: DM.

I hid even better; still ready to catch my meal and I waited and waited… I wasn’t going to give up then. But I felt how I was starting to shift really fast and to panic. Finally, an old woman passed by, close enough to grab her easily, take what I need and run back to Patrick, panting and sweating all the way. I got so scared that I couldn’t even comprehend that I just fed on a human being. I had no time to even swallow the blood, so whilst running towards Patrick, only then I felt how I started to really turn to a full-time vampire. I felt like spazzing out and destroying everything that came in my way because all I felt in that moment was power and it was so intense that I couldn’t feel any other emotion. Needless to say I was already fully shifted and I felt my eyes and the back of my head burning like they were on fire. The thing I hated the most about being a vampire was that you were conscious of everything, but really, you couldn’t control anything, literally. Your emotions in the first place, but on the other hand even your actions, your body. It was like another person tried to take over your insides and it was rather annoying.

I ended up leaning on every wall on the street, trying to keep my head down, covering my face with my wet strands whose colour turned into a shiny but very dark, chocolate brown. I was pretty sure my eyes weren’t the most meek that I’ve seen, so I was afraid that if anybody saw my face, they would freak out and cause a scene, directing attention.

Still alert and frightened, I turned the corner and saw the boys at the end of the street. I couldn’t perceive if James was turned or not, anyway, he wasn’t responding to the blood the same as me. I couldn’t control myself enough to shout upon him properly so I just hoped that if he was still shifted he might have heard my whisper when I cried for help. I wasn’t that weak, I could stand on my feet perfectly but I think I just fell in his arms for the sake of being closer to him.

“I saw them, they’re after us.”

“Should I tell Patrick?”

I didn’t really want warn Patrick about what I saw, to fret him. I questioned if it was better not to tell and keep living the way we did, hidden and hard to find, or tell and expect him to take immediate actions, which I couldn’t think of any. Everything was perfect.