I'm so happy that people seem to like this story, I was a bit worried. Thank you all, the comments are awesome!
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End of Chapter 4
Peter had found an opportunity to escape. He begged me to go with him, but I just couldn't leave. I felt horrible, Maria had changed me...I felt loyalty to her. If I left, who would protect her?
I couldn't leave, but I helped Peter get away. He promised to come back for me, to come and see that I was free. I begged him to get away and never return, but he wouldn't listen..he kept saying that he wouldn't leave me here alone forever...then he was gone.
Maria was enraged when she realized that Peter had left. She had been away hunting, and I was left in charge. Peter looked back as he ran off, begging me to go with him. I shook my head, knowing that I couldn't leave all of the others alone without someone there to guide them. They were all still very wild and if they were left unsupervised for any amount of time...they tended to kill anyone and anything within a few miles.....leaving me to clean up the evidence.
When Maria returned she knew that he had left. Looking back now, I wonder if someone didn't tell her? How else would she have known so fast that we were one person down? She threatened all of us with death by her hands if we left. She said that we would never be able to leave her, that she would hunt us all down and wouldn't stop until we were torn to pieces and burnt...she said that she would dance in our ashes. None of us doubted her.
I opened my eyes, looking around the room that was now my home. I knew that she did mean it when she said that she would hunt us down, and since she was so....taken with me I haven't stayed in one place for more then a few days...afraid that she would find me.
I knew I had to leave, I had to go to a new town. I had to get away from here, to find a new start....again. I hated running. I wished I could find some place, somewhere, some one...no one one will love me...I needed to stop thinking that way.
Chapter 5
I looked around the room, thought it had only been my home for a day..it seemed more like a home than anything I had ever had before. I knew someday..well I hoped that someday I would not need to run anymore. That I would be free of my past, of the ghosts that haunted me daily.
I took a deep breath before I jumped from the window, landing softly on the pavement below. I looked around, making sure that I wasn't noticed before I set off down the street.
It was raining, like always. That's why I was in Chicago, it seemed that this spring was the wettest in it's history.
I'm sure I was quite a site, walking down the streets at human speed..my hair plastered to my head, my jacket and clothes stuck to me like a second skin. I knew I had to find transportation, it would take too long for me to walk to a new town..or to get out of town before I could run.
I walked down a side alley and saw a 1948 Ford Coupe, it was parked along side a house. No one in this area of town worried about theft, so there was no question that it was unlocked.
I ran as fast as I could to the car. I opened the door, climbed in and shut the door without making a sound. I used the wires in the ignition to start the car, and accelerated on to the street before the car owner probably knew anything happened. By the time he got the police, I would be out of town..and on to start new in a new town.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I figured the east coast would be a good place to start new. I didn't know anyone from there, and thought it might be the perfect place to start a new life.
I started driving east, not sure where I would end up. I drove continuously, not planning to stop for anything except for gas. The first day I passed through Cleveland, having to stop twice for gasoline.
I stopped on the outskirts of town, at a bar that looked questionable...even to me. The name of the bar was 'The Watering Hole.' It has a few cars lined up out front, along with a few motorcycles. I ran my hand down the front of a Harley Davidson, wondering if this motorcycle would be faster then the car.
I opened the door and was met by the smell of alcohol and tobacco, loud music was playing from somewhere. When I walked in it seemed like everyone stopped what they were doing to look my direction. I'm sure that I didn't look like the usual customer, yet in all of my years I had learned how to adapt myself to my surroundings.
I walked in, ignoring the glances and comments that were being thrown at me. I walked directly over to the bar and sat down, ordering a shot of whiskey. The bartender just nodded as he turned to wipe a glass out before filling it with vile smelling alcohol.
He slid it down the bar at me, watching to see how I reacted. I stopped the glass with my finger tips, being gentle so that I didn't break it on the bar. I then proceeded to toss my head back, pouring the whiskey down my throat. I knew that in a few hours I would have to force the drink back out, but for now I had to put on the act..and for what I could feel from the others at the bar..they were slightly impressed with me.
I looked around, guessing which of these..shady characters would be the owner of the Harley. I saw a group of men huddled in a dark corner, occasionally they would look over at me, the whites of their eyes showing in the light.
I knew that they were wanting to fight, the anger and challenge flooding out of them. I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
I reached in my pocket, pulling out a bill and placing it on the counter before walking slowly out the front door, limping slightly to get their attention even more.
Once outside I turned and waited for them to come out, I hid in the shadow that was cast by the large awning.
The group of men walked out of the bar, the large one, who I assumed was their leader started pointing to the others. "FIND HIM!! He couldn't have gotten far!" He yelled.
The others broke off, running to look in the woods that bordered the bar. Only the leader and one other were left to search the bar area. The other man walked close to my hiding spot while the leaders back was turned. I reached around, grabbing his head in my hands and twisting before he knew what was going on.
I pulled his body into the shadow, knowing I would have to dispose of it eventually. The leader turned around, looking for the other man. He yelled his name a few times, before walking over to where I was hiding. I reached my arms around his shoulders, turning him quickly.
His eyes were bulging, he had no clue what was going to happen. "Is this your motorcycle?" I asked as I walked out of the shadow.
"Yeah, it is. Why?" He demanded, his heart pounding in surprise.
"Because I'm going to take it." I said.
"Oh, really?" He said, his hands balled into tight fists.
"Yes." I said as I jumped forward, knocking him to the ground. My lips found his neck, biting through his skin.
The blood flowed like water down my throat. I knew that it hadn't been long since I last fed, but his blood was sweet. When I was finished, I gathered his flunky's and his bodies...searching them before I placed them in the trunk of the car. I doused the entire car in gasoline and light the entire thing on fire, knowing I had to do this before anyone noticed me.
I grabbed the key that I had found in the pocket of the leader, and tried it in the ignition of the Harley. It roared to life below me, the power of it making my bones ache. I smiled as I kicked it into gear, accelerating until I was flying past the trees.
At that moment I made my decision about where I was going. I knew that I wanted to go to the east coast, but now I decided Philadelphia was where I wanted to go to start my new life, leaving my old life behind.
j_b
End of Chapter 4
Peter had found an opportunity to escape. He begged me to go with him, but I just couldn't leave. I felt horrible, Maria had changed me...I felt loyalty to her. If I left, who would protect her?
I couldn't leave, but I helped Peter get away. He promised to come back for me, to come and see that I was free. I begged him to get away and never return, but he wouldn't listen..he kept saying that he wouldn't leave me here alone forever...then he was gone.
Maria was enraged when she realized that Peter had left. She had been away hunting, and I was left in charge. Peter looked back as he ran off, begging me to go with him. I shook my head, knowing that I couldn't leave all of the others alone without someone there to guide them. They were all still very wild and if they were left unsupervised for any amount of time...they tended to kill anyone and anything within a few miles.....leaving me to clean up the evidence.
When Maria returned she knew that he had left. Looking back now, I wonder if someone didn't tell her? How else would she have known so fast that we were one person down? She threatened all of us with death by her hands if we left. She said that we would never be able to leave her, that she would hunt us all down and wouldn't stop until we were torn to pieces and burnt...she said that she would dance in our ashes. None of us doubted her.
I opened my eyes, looking around the room that was now my home. I knew that she did mean it when she said that she would hunt us down, and since she was so....taken with me I haven't stayed in one place for more then a few days...afraid that she would find me.
I knew I had to leave, I had to go to a new town. I had to get away from here, to find a new start....again. I hated running. I wished I could find some place, somewhere, some one...no one one will love me...I needed to stop thinking that way.
Chapter 5
I looked around the room, thought it had only been my home for a day..it seemed more like a home than anything I had ever had before. I knew someday..well I hoped that someday I would not need to run anymore. That I would be free of my past, of the ghosts that haunted me daily.
I took a deep breath before I jumped from the window, landing softly on the pavement below. I looked around, making sure that I wasn't noticed before I set off down the street.
It was raining, like always. That's why I was in Chicago, it seemed that this spring was the wettest in it's history.
I'm sure I was quite a site, walking down the streets at human speed..my hair plastered to my head, my jacket and clothes stuck to me like a second skin. I knew I had to find transportation, it would take too long for me to walk to a new town..or to get out of town before I could run.
I walked down a side alley and saw a 1948 Ford Coupe, it was parked along side a house. No one in this area of town worried about theft, so there was no question that it was unlocked.
I ran as fast as I could to the car. I opened the door, climbed in and shut the door without making a sound. I used the wires in the ignition to start the car, and accelerated on to the street before the car owner probably knew anything happened. By the time he got the police, I would be out of town..and on to start new in a new town.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I figured the east coast would be a good place to start new. I didn't know anyone from there, and thought it might be the perfect place to start a new life.
I started driving east, not sure where I would end up. I drove continuously, not planning to stop for anything except for gas. The first day I passed through Cleveland, having to stop twice for gasoline.
I stopped on the outskirts of town, at a bar that looked questionable...even to me. The name of the bar was 'The Watering Hole.' It has a few cars lined up out front, along with a few motorcycles. I ran my hand down the front of a Harley Davidson, wondering if this motorcycle would be faster then the car.
I opened the door and was met by the smell of alcohol and tobacco, loud music was playing from somewhere. When I walked in it seemed like everyone stopped what they were doing to look my direction. I'm sure that I didn't look like the usual customer, yet in all of my years I had learned how to adapt myself to my surroundings.
I walked in, ignoring the glances and comments that were being thrown at me. I walked directly over to the bar and sat down, ordering a shot of whiskey. The bartender just nodded as he turned to wipe a glass out before filling it with vile smelling alcohol.
He slid it down the bar at me, watching to see how I reacted. I stopped the glass with my finger tips, being gentle so that I didn't break it on the bar. I then proceeded to toss my head back, pouring the whiskey down my throat. I knew that in a few hours I would have to force the drink back out, but for now I had to put on the act..and for what I could feel from the others at the bar..they were slightly impressed with me.
I looked around, guessing which of these..shady characters would be the owner of the Harley. I saw a group of men huddled in a dark corner, occasionally they would look over at me, the whites of their eyes showing in the light.
I knew that they were wanting to fight, the anger and challenge flooding out of them. I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
I reached in my pocket, pulling out a bill and placing it on the counter before walking slowly out the front door, limping slightly to get their attention even more.
Once outside I turned and waited for them to come out, I hid in the shadow that was cast by the large awning.
The group of men walked out of the bar, the large one, who I assumed was their leader started pointing to the others. "FIND HIM!! He couldn't have gotten far!" He yelled.
The others broke off, running to look in the woods that bordered the bar. Only the leader and one other were left to search the bar area. The other man walked close to my hiding spot while the leaders back was turned. I reached around, grabbing his head in my hands and twisting before he knew what was going on.
I pulled his body into the shadow, knowing I would have to dispose of it eventually. The leader turned around, looking for the other man. He yelled his name a few times, before walking over to where I was hiding. I reached my arms around his shoulders, turning him quickly.
His eyes were bulging, he had no clue what was going to happen. "Is this your motorcycle?" I asked as I walked out of the shadow.
"Yeah, it is. Why?" He demanded, his heart pounding in surprise.
"Because I'm going to take it." I said.
"Oh, really?" He said, his hands balled into tight fists.
"Yes." I said as I jumped forward, knocking him to the ground. My lips found his neck, biting through his skin.
The blood flowed like water down my throat. I knew that it hadn't been long since I last fed, but his blood was sweet. When I was finished, I gathered his flunky's and his bodies...searching them before I placed them in the trunk of the car. I doused the entire car in gasoline and light the entire thing on fire, knowing I had to do this before anyone noticed me.
I grabbed the key that I had found in the pocket of the leader, and tried it in the ignition of the Harley. It roared to life below me, the power of it making my bones ache. I smiled as I kicked it into gear, accelerating until I was flying past the trees.
At that moment I made my decision about where I was going. I knew that I wanted to go to the east coast, but now I decided Philadelphia was where I wanted to go to start my new life, leaving my old life behind.
