J's Regret

I stood there looking at her. I was going to kill this girl. I had no choice; it was her or my pain. I had never thought about taking a life like this. She continued to scream. There was no one here to help her. We were murderers. I knelt behind her and put my hand over her mouth. I bit into her neck. I could feel her fear. There was a time that I enjoyed feeling that. Not this time. I drank from her and could feel her weaken. I pulled her back and held her in my arms. She would never see another day. "Si tu crees, ahora es la epoca de rezar. (If you believe, you should pray now.)" I whispered into her ear, her blood dripping from my mouth. She was too weak to fight now and I just held her. I drank more and felt her heartbeat slow. I could feel her emotions. The fear grew; she was terrified. I wouldn''t prolong this. I bit into her again and drank until she stopped moving. She was still breathing but was unconscious. Her fear was gone, I drank until her heart stopped. I held her there and waited for my head to clear, I looked up. My father was also kneeling on the floor holding the one he had killed. His back was to me. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "It is done." He turned I could see a tear in his eye. "I''m sorry." "Father?" He turned away again holding the girl.

I walked back out to the cabin. I used a bathroom and cleaned my face. I heard him lock the door. I sat there thinking about what I had just done. I planned and took a life. What I wasn''t before I now was. I had killed, not by accident but by design, I was a killer. My grandfather was right. In time this would not matter to me. There would come a time when I would kill or have someone killed without a thought. This was the beginning. Nearly two years ago I was awakened to the fact that I was a vampyre. Now I was more than that. Now I was a vampyre who killed. Why? Because 1 had to.