When The Sun Stops

There is no sweeter smell than that of blood. I had spent centuries running from this undeniable truth. I could do so no longer. For in doing so I would have been denying myself of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. Greater creatures have tried and failed.

This is the logic I used as I push my teeth into his arm. I tell myself I have no choice. I tell myself I need to. And so I do.

I ignored his faint cry for help. And I denied my own humanity just to taste his flesh.

“No! Stop!” He yelled.

His body pushed against mine over and over. But I would not be moved. I was hungry and ten times as strong as he would ever be. It was almost unfair. And I tried to tell myself this. But It had been so a long ten years without feeding on a human. It was starting to take a toil.

It didn’t help that the blood was so much sweeter than in my memories. It was so much warmer. It tasted like wine with the texture and warmth of honey.

He yelled again , begging and pleading for an end.

But his heart was so much louder. Every beat was deafening. The thumping, the hunger, the blood drowned out all of his screams.

“Please…”

He was sobbing now. His voice was smaller.

His body and mind were getting weaker by the second. I knew I should stop.

“Rose…please” he mumbled.

Finally, The sound of my name drew me out of my frenzy. The green faded away and my eyes returned to their natural brown color.

“I’m sorry” I said

I turned my head from him and began to wipe the blood from my lips.

It’s an odd thing , but I felt embarrassed. I had never wanted him to see me like this.

“Rose, “ he strained . “ You have to finish this now.”

And I knew I did.

I turned back towards him.

He was leaning against the wall, trying to hold himself up. He held his right arm to his chest. His eyes were closed.

I could see the blood dripping onto the floor. I could hear it. It was calling me again. The tiny droplets sounded like heavy rain. And my eyes were changing colors again.

“Rose” he repeated. “Now!”

I fought back the urge to feed again . I bit my hand and held it to his mouth.

He did not hesitate as he leaned his head forward. He did not seem afraid. It was if he had done this many times before. Though i know he had not.

My body became to weaken as he slowly drained the life from me. But I stood still. Pain was different to me than it was for him. It was rare and it was always faint. I could sense discomfort more than I could feel it. It was never debilitating. Pain was for the living.

Be that as it may, I was not invincible. That, we had in common. I was only harder to destroy.

“ That’s enough.” I warned as I pulled my hand away.

“ Too much will kill us both.”

He let me go obediently and pulled his head back towards the wall.

His bloody right hand went to his chest. His eyes widened. His breathing was quick and heavy.

“ It…. Hurts” he managed between gasps.

“ You’re dying.” I said. “

I sat down on the floor beside him.

“But… you didn’t say-“

“Only your heart is failing. “

A tear dropped as I watched him. He didn’t deserve this. This was a torture reserved for the coldest of souls.

The minutes passed and he stopped moving. He was dead. Right there in front of me.

But only for a moment.

Any imperfection on his body faded away. No more blemishes. No more scars His skin paled. His teeth grew. And his chest began to rise and fall. And his changed from hazel to red.

It was done now.

I had made this man a monster.