Running through the forest, I can feel the gentle wind as it races past me. I can hear the faintest trickle of a stream miles away and the scurrying of animals hiding in fear from their predator, hiding from me. Yet their blood calls for me, but the small animals are of no concern to me. No, I race after the gentle scent of a bear. The large black bear looms before me, raised as if he could cause me harm, as if he were a threat, but he is not. I leap forward with an arc timed and so precise I land lightly beside the bear with my teeth, which are not fangs but are deadly sharp, nestled in its deep black fur. The bear releases a dying growl of agony as the blood flows through my mouth. The warm thick liquid soothes my ravaged burning throat but tastes wrong, not the sweet and beautiful like the scent that reaches me. The senses of nature overwhelm me, but there is something more powerful, more alluring: the blood of a human.
Pushing the caracass of the bear aside, my feet begin to run with a frenzy in their step, thoughtlessly, only focused on that beautiful, appetizing scent. In less than two seconds, I stand in a crouch ready to engulf that deliciously lovely blood, but am shocked to my senses. My shock allows me enough time to hold my breath but the scent has imprinted on my mind and begs me to give in.
Before me lies a girl, young, so deathly pale and lying in her own blood. If not for the feeble heartbeat, I would believe her dead. Yet even in such a state, she is beautiful beyond belief. Her slender legs extend bent behind her while her arms reaches towards me at an odd angle. Copper hair with highlights of gold surrounds in her face in loose, messy tresses, like the halo of an angel. Her face is slim and heart shaped with a slightly pointed chin. Long dark lashes brush against her cheeks that even still have the most delicate shade of shell pink. Yet, her lips, full and beautiful are blood red as if tainted by her own blood.
Without even thinking, I realize she is now in my arms. I hold her so as not to hit her broken arm. She has lost so much blood I realize. Just thinking of the blood brings back the raging fire in my throat. She has the most appealing scent, so desirable, almost like the sweetest perfume of roses and lilacs. Her pale neck beckons me forward to bite, but not to kill, to save her as only I possibly can.
Did I dare to doom another to eternal life? A life I had not chosen but had forced upon me. It seemed hardly just. But, I cannot let her die.
Gently brushing aside her hair, I press my teeth against her skin. The slightest pressure allows them to break the skin and her body jolts ever so slightly.