Bloods Gem (4 page)

I no longer had to wear the ridiculous
white cape and uniforms they make us wear as we train. They made us
wear white because it was a sign of purity, and it’s supposed
to
give us motivation as if we’d be saved
from the pits of hell. In the book of Ill-suen it’s told we would
go to a great afterlife if we abstain and lived accordingly. Some
of us, including myself studied the bible of the humans. And
therefore it did give us some hope, depending on our choices.
However, tonight I hoped he w
ouldn’t be
watching…

I ran to the Dark Room to tell Howell
and Cesar that I was supposed to be with them all night, and
if
Celeste checks in to tell her I went
back home to sleep. I also told Howell to meet Celeste later in her
room, something I shouldn’t have agreed to.

My concern now was to find a meal and where
to look. I thought about waiting in an alley somewhere.
Inconspicuously lurking behind the darkness. I also thought the
night was worth a little risk. I could lure some woman from a bar.
What was the worst that could happen if I was to fool around with a
human before hunting down a criminal? Though I would have to
control my other urges, and try not to drink from her instead of my
intended victim.

I decided on The Court, a small club
downtown where they played modern music. It was a place women go to
dance and let loose. I knew it would be easy to get in and out
without causing suspicion.

Tonight I decided to wear
dark blue jeans and my tight gray shirt, humans seem to love being
able to see a hard body through fabric. With ease I spiked my hair
up, which in these days was the style to look hip. I didn’t quite
understand yet why style’s only stayed in for so long, but the
21
^st
century seemed to fit in with how I was feeling as of late. I
would definitely look my best to attract the best.

I stood near the door, but before I could
make it to the entrance, I felt as if someone hit me with a crowbar
in my stomach but a thousand times more force. I started to bow
over, trying to gather myself quickly, I flashed the man guarding
the door my identification. He gave me a strange look but passed me
through. I took a deep breath and scanned the room. Humans were not
as tempting as they once were since my training.

I was able to shrug off the pain in my
gut as
I slowly strolled across the room,
there was this aroma that made my whole body quiver, my mouth
started to water, and I felt my body start to lift itself up to
take me to the scents location. I tightly held myself to the bar
that was on my right side. I looked around to see if anyone noticed
my levitating body, but it was too dark, I was safe. After a few
minutes I was able to regain control. I cautiously allowed myself
to follow this unlikely scent.

My urges, overwhelming as
they were, began to excite me, yet at the same time annoy me. My
head became fuzzy. Hearing muffled voices, I couldn’t make out what
was in front of me and started to panic.

Knocking a few people out
of my way as I stumbled across the room. I figured they thought I
was just another drunk. I couldn’t understand what was making me
feel this way, why I can’t control this. I knew the closer I got to
the scent the harder it was to act normal.

I stood in the corner of
the room and closed my eyes, hoping the blurred vision would soon
go away. As my vision slowly recovered and my hearing was back to
normal I went forward to the scent. But this sudden urge to kill
the whole room distracted me. They were all in the way of what I
was chasing, and I wouldn’t let them hold me back any longer. I
wanted to feed into my urges, I wanted to kill slowly and lick the
blood of my victims while they scream in horror. I also wanted to
scream and run away, get myself out before it was too
late.

I slowly opened my eyes
from my morbid thoughts of killing everyone and saw her. I couldn’t
look away nor move. She was a beautiful sight. I watched her from
across the room. She stared back at me. I wanted her, that was my
present to myself. I still couldn’t move, or talk, and it was
becoming difficult to maintain focus.
Compose yourself damn it!
I had to,
compose myself, and break out of this spell she had me
in.

I want her, I want her, I
want her is all that was going through my head. I wanted her too
bad, too much, not just her blood. I wanted to take her and lock
her away for my own pleasures. As soon as she looked away I was
able to unfreeze, she released me from the
spell she’d
cast. I was so absorbed in the moment, I realized the bar I held
onto was barely hanging on. Evidence under my feet, I immediately
tossed in a nearby trash can. I held myself to the bar so I
wouldn’t dash across the room and kill everyone in the way just to
get to this girl.

I was thinking of what I could say to
this girl to get her to go outside with me. Angry that she made me
feel so weak, I wanted to kill her.
I
stared once again, fantasizing about what I would do if I had her
alone. The thought of sinking my teeth into her and hearing her
scream, gave me chills
thinking about it. Though I
know she wouldn’t live long I wouldn’t want to stop drinking her
sweet blood. I'll make her love every moment until she’s sucked
dry. My fantasy was annoyingly interrupted when I heard someone
talking to me, it was her, she was standing right in front of me.
It took all I had to not launch forward, I leaped back. She looked
at me puzzled.

I tried to speak but nothing came. My mouth
hung open.

“
You okay?” She asked. Her voice was a
melody to my ears, it made my body tremble. I was restraining
everything in me trying to stay composed and keep my control. I
just nodded as I stared at her. Her skin looked so soft and pale,
as if there was this radiant light shining off her, I wanted to
almost reach out just to touch her but I stopped myself, knowing
that probably would intensify this mad desire for her. Her eyes,
dark brown, getting lost in them wasn’t hard.
And her lips! Oh my. Damn it! M
ade me want to
rip them off right then and there. Seeing her wet them with her
tongue wasn’t helping me fight everything in me. Her face was like
nothing I’ve ever seen, her features so beautiful and
breathtaking.

I instantly dropped to my knees as she
spoke again. I wasn’t going to make it, she had this power over me
I couldn’t understand, I had to leave and quick before I kill her.
I got up as quick as I could only being able to say, “Sorry” as I
dashed out. I knew she probably thought I was a freak or something.
I wasn’t going to let her win. I will take her when she leaves the
bar. We would fly somewhere so I could have her. I would be glad
when she’s dead so I wouldn’t have to feel that weak again.
“
How can a human do this to someone like
me, she will get what’s coming”
I mumbled to
myself.

I waited in the alley beside the bar,
waiting for her scent to cross. I stared at the cold wet ground,
watching the rain drops in slow motion as it hit the concrete under
my feet. It was eerie the mental state I was in—dazed--a dream-like
state in which I was never to wake.

Cold, and ruthless felt
natural. To be this person--this monster--who wanted his desires
fulfilled immediately. These urges couldn’t be left unsatisfied
much longer. This was the perfect time and place to act upon them
with no consequences.

I saw a girl just outside
the alley. She was falling over drunk on the sidewalk. She smelt
good, not as good as Her, but it would be a good snack. Still
trying to compose myself from the hold she had over me, I couldn’t
wait much longer. I wanted at least one of my desires to be filled
right now.

I scanned the area
to
see if anyone else
was around, no one was in sight.

“Yes,” I mumbled under my
breath. Running to her, I helped her up and used mind control to
attract her to me. She was easy. Instantly all over me. I pressed
her against the wall inhaling her scent, placing my hands around
her neck, the temptress moaned. My lips to the nape of her neck,
and eased my teeth into her flesh.

Grabbing the back of my
head, she pressed her lips to mine, our tongues meeting. I bent
down to lick the blood coming from her neck, her breath started
getting heavy. Looking into her face, I imagined the other girl in
the bar. Sucking her neck slower knowing I didn’t have much time
before she was dead. I stopped to kiss her lips before I took her
last breath. I finished her more quickly then I’d hoped. I took a
few more licks then sucked her dry. I felt so full and satisfied,
walking away with a smile on my face
.

I woke up in my bed, my sister standing over
me growling.

“
What?” I asked annoyed by lack of
privacy.

“
You know what!” She
shouted.

“
Oh come on, it was just one. No big
deal.”

“
One what?”

I looked at her trying to figure out if she
knew or not. “Sis, what are so mad about?” I asked.

“
Well, I had to drag you out of a bar
in front of all those humans. It was embarrassing. You passing out
in front of some frightened girl.”

“
What!? I did what?”

“
What’s gotten into you Dan? I mean
fainting… Since when do you faint? Did you drink or eat something
that messed you up?”

I tried to wrap my mind around what
she said. Everything was so vivid in my mind about what I did. I
thought I killed a girl last night and fed.
I killed an innocent girl…
The guilt made me
sick.

“
Wait… I passed out? This makes no
sense Sis.”

“
You're telling me?” She looked
pissed. “I had to tell father your friends bet you to drink shots
and you did it too quickly and passed out, which is why I had to
drag you to your bed.”

I shook my head not unbelieving but relieved
I didn’t kill anyone.

“
So
you lied
to me Dan about where you went. That will be the last time I do you
any favors.
Oh, by the way, here!” She handed me a
piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“
What’s this?” I asked, eye-balling
the feminine handwriting.

“
That girl you passed out in front of.
She was in the middle of giving you her phone number when you fell
to her feet. What a wimp!” She hissed.

“
The human girl that smelled good?” I
asked excited.

“
She didn’t smell good to me. But,
whatever. Yeah,
human girl,”
she reminded me.

I jumped up like I hit the lottery and got
dressed.

Finding my phone in my jeans from the
previous night, I held it in my hand, shaking uncontrollably.
W
hat should I say? What do I want? What am
I going to do with her? What am I doing?

I would be leaving the next day and
father would be so angry if I brought home a human girl who is not
my gem. I can always lie--spend this time just getting to know this
girl, while they think I’m on my journey. Or I can bring her home
telling them she’s my gem.
What am I
thinking
!?
I can’t do this. I
don’t like this girl for that purpose. She’s just food. What is
wrong with me? I don’t need sex, love, and passion in my life. I
was fine without it. This girl would only satisfy my need for
thirst. Nothing more.

If I killed her, the guilt would kill
me, but it’s just one innocent person. I’ve been good. But looking
into her eyes made me feel…
No I can’t
think of her like a mate. If I’m to take a bride she would be a
queen to me, everything I want in a woman and more, one who’s just
as intelligent as me and able to keep me guessing. No human could
be this for me.

I threw the phone down on my bed and
crumbled the paper in my hand tossing it into the trash beside my
desk.

I joined my family in the
family room, they were reading, 'Struck by Moonlight', an epic. I
motioned to my brother who was sitting next to Celeste, “Adrian,
may I speak with you?”

I directed him
towar
ds the library. He walked with a strut, I found
annoying. He always seemed so confident. There were times I wished
I had the confidence he had, and his looks. His broad shoulders and
masculine physique attracted ninety-eight percent of the human
women who walked past him.

It was too noticeable standing next to him
and made me feel average. If they stared at me the same way they
did him, I’d have it made. But it wasn’t just his physique that had
them panting. His dark, shoulder-length hair was never out of
place. His green eyes along with his well-defined brow having the
come-hither look seemed to spark lust in the ladies eyes. It was
sickening to watch and made me envious.

“
What do you want Dan?” He asked,
rolling his eyes to my thoughts, which were now his.

He was never fond of me, but I needed
to talk to someone and
my friends weren’t
around. We stepped into the library and I asked him to sit down. I
hopped up on the table to take a seat next to him. Nervous, talking
about this, I drew my finger up and down the palm of my
hand.