A Storm Has Raine Part 2 (standard:horror, 1869 words) [2/2] show all parts
Author: shadowsinflames	Added: Dec 11 2003	Views/Reads: 2641/2028	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Raine and Rod are on the hunt but what they find shakes firmly their belief in immortality.

The sun had only just set, the barely visible rays in the west stinging
my skin. My hunger easily overrode the pain of the sun, I had to find 
blood. The neighborhood around us was alive with people coming and 
going, their seductive scents calling to us, making my head spin. It 
was beyond difficult to control myself as the desire to just kill 
threatened to whelm my spirit. I understood now what a temptation my 
friends and I had posed to the creature that had changed us. I would 
have found us irresistable. 

We were desperate to quench the burning inside that made everything else
pale in comparison. Neither of us were willing to kill so close to 
where we had slept the night before, with a little luck we could 
continue to sleep there for a while longer. As we moved so fast, no 
mortal eye could have viewed us, a haunting thought took place in my 
head. What if, when we fed, our bites spread the virus, changing our 
victims into similar hunters? I wasn't sure that I wanted to bring more 
of our kind into existance. The more predators, the less prey, and the 
better chance of being discovered. This thought sent chills down my 
back. 

I grabbed Rod and brought him to a thundering halt, shakingly asking,
'What happens when we bite our victims? Will they become like us or 
just die?' I didn't even want them to die, I had been one of them only 
a day ago. Enjoying all the humans enjoy, the idea of murdering them to 
satisfy my hunger was difficult to contemplate. I could tell from the 
stunned expression on Rod's face that this thought had not yet occurred 
to him, but now that I had introduced it to him, he wasn't going to 
shake it off easily. 

'How would I know?' his answer was short and bitter, and seemed to
recoil with the potency of a venomous snake. I'd never heard Rod, who 
had the answers to everything, snap at someone before and it felt like 
a slap in the face. If I'd been weaker, tears would have stung my eyes 
and my bottom lip would have quivered. Rather, I had to bite my tongue 
to swallow a nasty rebuke that would have stirred the waters up more. 
Right now, we had to join forces not viciously rip at each other. That 
would lead to our ensured doom. 

Swallowing my insult, I shrugged my shoulder to recieve another response
from him, 'Anyway, at this point, I don't care. I'm starving and could 
eat a f*cking horse, a great big horse.' I couldn't argue his logic 
because I was to the same level of stomach growling. We had to find 
something to eat before we turned upon each other. 

Then, from a house a bit further down the road, came the distinct scent
of death or impending death. The rich aroma was so tempting that I was 
moving towards it before I even realized I had moved my feet. I wanted 
to partake in the rewards of the reaper, savor the letting of blood. I 
could feel Rod in the same, blood induced trance, being pulled 
involuntarily towards the siren call of death. 

The front door was unlocked, and we slipped in steathily, our breathing
on hold in the thrill of the hunt. The scent of death was all around 
us, threatening to bury us forever in the lust for it's goods. Rod 
crept into the living room as I stood there, inhaling deeply several 
times, trying to handle the sensory overload. It was like breathing 
heaven. It was a smell that my human mind never would have detected, 
and if it had, would have only dismissed it as nerves. I was so busy 
reveling in this pleasure that I almost missed the sounds of a scuffle 
in the living room. Almost, but not quite. 

Without hesitance, I leapt into the living room, prepared to take on
whatever was happening. Rod sat on the couch, a girl in between his 
legs, his hands tilting her head so that her neck was bared to him, 
while her arms flailed in a panicked pattern. His eyes were closed, his 
face serene, as he drank thirstily from her. Jealousy and hunger flared 
within me and I bounced over the couch, next to him. 

'Ever hear of sharing?' I asked, licking my lips, trying to ignore the
terror shining in her blue eyes. She regarded me as if I were some kind 
of monster, wide eyed panic, no sign of hope. It seemed to bury a blade 
deep within my chest, proving that what was human had died last night. 
Rod opened his eyes, looked disappointed but obligingly pushed her my 
way. As my teeth sank into the tender flesh of her neck, I felt Rod 
lock contact again. 


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