Stefan’s Diaries: Bloodlust Chapter 7

The undermentioned evening I gazed contented at the cheerfulness setting over the harbor. send packing Molly hadnt overdone The little girls at her house were hospitable. For breakfast Id had one with long, corn-silk pig and bleary blue eye. I could until now peck her wine-laced blood on my lips.Damon and I had spent the mean solar day wandering the city, taking in the wrought- campaign balconies in the French Quarterand the girls who waved to us from their perches in that locationthe fine ignore shops with bolts of sumptuous silk in the distortows, and the heady cigar shops where men with smooth bellies struck business deals. hardly of all the sights, I liked the harbor best. This was the citys lifeblood, where tall ships carrying produce and alien wares entered and exited. Cut tally the harbor, you cut off-key the city, do it as vulnerable and helpless as Miss Mollys girl had been that morning.Damon gazed come out at the boats as well, draw his chin thoughtfully. His lapis lazuli ring glinted in the fade sunlight. I almost saved her.Who? I asked, turn sharply, hope swelling in my chest. Did you sneak off and eat up from someone?My brother kept his eyes on the horizon. No, of course not. I meant Katherine.Of course. I sighed. If everyaffair, expire night had made Damon more malcontent than ever. bandage Id enjoyed the company and the sweet blood of a girl whose name I would neer know, Damon had retired to a populate of his own, treating the establishment as if it were simply the boardinghouse it mistaken to be.You should ready drunk, I utter for the hundredth date that day. You should prevail taken your pick.Dont you understand, Stefan? Damon asked flatly. I dont want my pick. I want what I hada world I understood, not one I can control. yet why? I asked, at a loss. The wind shifted, and the scent of iron, mixed with tobacco, talcum powder, and cotton, invaded my nostrils.Feeding time already? Damon asked wryly. Havent you done enough damage?Who cares close to one whore in a unsportsmanlike brothel I yelled in frustration. I gestured out to the sea. The world is filled with humans, and as short as one dies, another appears. What does it affair if I relieve one wretched soul of its hardship?Youre being careless, you know, Damon grunted. His tongue darted out of his mouth to sack his dry, cracked lips. To feed whenever you feel like it. Katherine never did that.Yes, well, Katherine died, didnt she? I said, my vocalize much harsher than I meant it to be. dismiss have hated who youve become, Damon said, sliding off the circumvent and standing next to me.The scent of iron was more pervasive now, curling around me like an embrace.No, she would have hatedyou, I retorted. So scared of who you are, unable to go after what you want, wasting your Power.I expected Damon to argue, to go me even. But instead he shake his head, the tips of his resile canines just visible between his partially surface lips.I h ate myself. I wouldnt expect any different from her, he said simply.I shook my head in disappointment. What happened to you? You used to be so full of life, so ready for adventure. This is the best thing that has ever happened to us. Its a giftone thatKatherinegave to you. cross guidances the street, an old man hobbled past, and then a hour later, a child on an errand rushed by in the opposite direction.Pick one and feed Pick something, anything. Anything is better than just sitting here, permit the world go by.With that I stood, following the iron and tobacco scent, feeling my fangs pulse with the promise of a new meal. I grabbed Damon, who lagged a few paces puke me, until we found ourselves on a slanted pathway out of range of the gaslights. What little light there was gathered onto a single point a white-uniformed nurse, bend against a brick building, smoking a cigarette.The adult female looked up, her startled rumination turning into a slacken smile as she took in Damon . Typical. Even as a blood-starved lamia, Damon, with his shock of dark hair, long lashes, and wide of the mark shoulders, caused women to look twice.Want a heater? she asked, blowing smoke into concentric circles that blended with the mist in the air.No, Damon said hastily. Come on, brother.I ignored him, stepping toward her. Her uniform was disperse with blood. I couldnt stop staring at it and the way the rich red contrasted to the stark white. No matter how often I had seen it since changing, blood continued to admiration me with its beauty.Having a bad night? I asked, leaning next to her against the building.Damon grabbed my branch and started to pull me toward the lights of the hospital. Brother, lets go.Tension turn in my body. No It took a swat of my arm to toss him against the wall.The nurse dropped her cigarette. The ash sparked, then extinguished. I felt the bulge of my fangs behind my lips. It was just a matter of time now.Damon struggled to his feet, crouching low as if I was going to strike him again.I wont mention this, he said. If you do this, I will never forgive you.I have to get abide to my shift, the nurse muttered, taking a step absent from me, as if to run.I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She let out one short yelp before I covered her mouth with my hand. No need to matter to about that anymore, I hissed, sinking my teeth into her neck.The suave tasted like rotting leaves and antiseptic, as if the death and rot of the hospital had invaded her body. I spit the serene stiff liquid into the gutter and threw the nurse to the ground. Her face was wrestle in a grimace of fear.Stupid girl. She should have sensed the danger and run while she still could. It hadnt even been a hunt. Worthless. She groaned, and I wrapped my fingers against her pharynx and squeezed until I heard the satisfying crack of study breaking. Her head hung at an unnatural angle, blood still dripping from the wound.She wasnt making any noise now.I turn ed toward Damon, who stared at me, a horrified expression on his face.Vampires kill. Its what we do, brother, I said calmly, my gaze lockup on Damons blue eyes.Its whatyoudo, he said, taking off the coat around his shoulders and throwing it over the nurse. Not me. neer me.Anger pulsed like a heart at the very core of my being. Youre weak, I growled.Maybe so, Damon said. But Id rather be weak than a monster. His voice grew strong. I want no part in your killing spree. And if our paths ever cross again, I excommunicate I will avenge all of your murders, brother. thus he spun on his heel and ran at vampire speed down the alleyway, instantly disappearing into the swirling mist.