Chapter Six - Damien
The girl fell limp in my arms, but I drank until the very last drop, savouring the sweet metallic taste. I felt the blood coursing through my body, invigorating every cell, every molecule. I had never felt this alive.
I let her body fall to the floor with a thud, splats of blood dropping to the floorboards. A few seconds later, Tyler walked in the door, a smug expression on his face.
'Ah, I was beginning to doubt you'd actually do it.'
'What have you done to me?' I whispered, staring him straight in the eye. I imagined I looked horrific with blood smeared round my mouth and staining my clothes, but right now I didn't care. I needed answers.
'That should be fairly obvious by now. You are no longer human. From the moment the girls blood passed your lips and entered your system you became a killer. A terrible, cold hearted killer. Mind you, not much changed did it?' His eyes flashed.
'What...am I?' I tried a different question.
He chuckled once before murmuring: 'A vampire of course.'
I didn't laugh. I didn't scream. I didn't cry and I did not protest. I simply stared at him. A part of me knew this, but to have the words spoken aloud was a whole other meaning. It confirmed what was going on and told me my worst fears had come true.
'Why did you do this to me?'
'I told you. I wanted revenge. Matt was kind enough to help. Well, actually scratch that. Matt isn't kind. Matt's a bit of a bastard, but he owed me.' He was saying this all in such a cavalier fashion, it baffled me.
'Where are your morals?' I questioned him. 'Doesn't your conscience scream at you, keeping you awake each night, making your life a living hell?'
'Silly Damien. Once you become like me, you don't have a conscience or morals. It all disappears. It makes it easier for us to survive.'
'So you have no regard for human life?'
'Nope.' He smiled. 'And soon, neither will you. You're already beginning to feel it aren't you? You don't really mourn this girls death,' he gestured to the still figure on the floor. 'You don't really regret it because a part of you knew it had to happen. You're already transitioning. I say in a day you will be entirely soulless, give or take.'
'No,' I snarled. 'I will never become like you. I'd rather die.'
'Well, you can't,' Tyler gave a small, humourless laugh. 'You're immortal. Isn't that fun?'
'There must be some way to die.'
'Ah, but none that I'd tell you. I want you to live the rest of your never ending life in total misery and torment. It makes it all the more amusing for me, who will follow you wherever you go, making sure you suffer the same way I did when you murdered me.' Tyler's expression had become furious as he was speaking, his eyes blazing with anger and his mouth turned into a snarl. Without warning, he grabbed me by the throat and shoved me roughly against one of the walls, making bits of dust and debris scatter to the floor. He squeezed tightly and I began to choke.
'I shall have fun doing this,' he sneered right in my face. He waited until I was on the verge of passing out before releasing me. I fell to the floor, gasping for air. I knew I didn't really need it, if what he said was true, but it was instinct. I was so used to breathing that I couldn't just stop right now.
'See you later Damien,' he spat in my direction before exiting the room, leaving me alone, confused and very frightened.