Bloodlust

Chapter Two: Lies

"Excellent." He purred, his fangs gleaming in the light from the moon that had now risen. "So tell me." He said, and I cleared my throat, preparing to tell him what I knew.

"The only thing I know is that one day he ran down the street screaming that a bloodsucking monster killed his family. No one believed him because no one could find the bodies, so they hanged him. But he said that his cousin Jonathan was the one that killed his family. Apparently Jonathan had died two months before, so he offered that if someone checked Jonathan's grave they wouldn't find a body there anymore. Naturally it sparked curiosity, so a group of men went and dug up the grave. Jonathan's body was still there, but when there began to be disappearances in town some people actually believed Peter's story. One of those people was my father, and he's been pressuring me about leaving the house ever since. I hate Peter for it, because now I can't do anything without my father worrying." I said, explaining my whole story. The demon stood there, occasionally raising his eyebrow at my tone of voice, but when I finished I was back to being terrified. He smiled and backed me up against a wall, putting his hands on the wall on either side of me and trapping me there.

"So now I guess I'll tell you the truth about him." He said calmly. I nodded and he sighed. His breath fanned across my face, but instead of smelling horrible and rotten from the amount of human blood he had probably consumed, his scent had a sweet and alluring pull to it, making me lean in a bit closer to inhale his unfamiliar smell. He growled sharply and leaned away, and I instantly flattened myself against the wall, scared stiff. He cleared his throat and pretended like nothing had happened.

"So, Peter Carson was a horrible person from the start." He began, and I breathed in relief that he wasn't going to attack me. "When I was younger, my father would leave me at his house for days while he traveled. Peter was my uncle, and he would abuse me and molest me. I never told my father, because Peter threatened me. He was always drunk, and I feared he might kill me one day. But then he found a wife. They settled down and had two kids, and by that time I was sixteen. For awhile Peter stopped being the abusive uncle that he was, but one day when his family was gone to town he slapped me and told me he wasn't done with me yet. He really was a madman, and he continued to abuse me when no one was around. When my father came to pick me up one night Peter was madly drunk, and he picked up a gun and threatened my father. My father had no idea what was going on, but when I shouted for Peter to stop, he shot my dad. He laughed and I jumped on him, beating him before he got the upper hand. He shot me in the leg and told me he was my new father. He buried my fathers body with the excuse that he had been shot in the woods by a hunter, mistaken for an animal. It was obviously a fake story, but no one questioned it. Living with Peter was a living hell after that. Then one night I ran away from his home, seeking help wherever I thought I could find it. I ran into the woods and I met a man bent over a corpse. I asked him what he was doing, and he replied that he would have pleasure in killing me for witnessing his crime. I was frightened, but I asked him what he was and he explained to me that he was what your people call a vampire. Before he killed me I told him I wanted revenge. I pleaded with him to make me like him, and finally he complied. When I returned to Peter's house, I was filled with rage, but I felt powerful. I killed his family for him to watch, and I told him I was Jonathan. My father and I don't look that much alike, but Peter was so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference. I hid his family's bodies so no one would ever find them and then I left him to be driven insane and spread his story throughout town. I knew it would cause him misery, and you know what happened next." He said. I sat in silence as he explained his story, and when he was finished I stared at him in shock. Before I realized what was happening I felt a tear trailing down my cheek.

"T-That's horrible." I whispered.

"Which part?" He asked icily.

"He hurt you... He killed your father." I said softly, unable to believe it.