We Desperately Hide from the Supernatural Side
(This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Feedback is appreciated)
Collin was swiftly walking away from the house that had begun to resemble iced gingerbread under the light New England snowfall. It was the middle of the night. He was muttering as he continued to put as much distance as he could between the structure and himself, “Stupid, stupid, stupid... what the fuck were you thinking man?” No mist was forming from his breath; he was the same temperature inside as out. Collin wasn’t even wearing a jacket, just a t-shirt and jeans. He even forgot to put his shoes on. It didn’t matter… he didn’t feel anything except anger and a strong tingling in the back of his throat that would be persistent until he took care of it. “Not until I make a phone call.” He thought. Icicles had begun to form on his still wet hair. He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and quickly dialed.
“Miette, salut! J'ai baisé vers le haut.” (Miette, hi ! I fucked up.)
“Uh oh! Combien grand?” (How big?)
“Oui… grande.” (Yes… big.)
“Qui?” (Who?)
“Une femme.” (A female.)
Miette let out a very loud gasp to which Collin hastily replied “I didn’t bite her though.” He then explained what happened to his maker/mother. “I was being nice and offered to bring a girl home, to her home… not ours, over winter break and the fucking Maserati broke down and I couldn’t fix it myself, believe me… I tried. It requires some kind of bullshit part that’ll take a few days to ship it to where we broke down.”
“How long have you been stuck wherever you are? Ou es-tu?” (Where are you?)
“We’ve been here a couple of hours and we have a cabin at this little winter lodge in Vermont. I think we’re in Vermont.”
“Where were you taking her?”
“Maine.”
“After all these years, when you finally got yourself under control and you’ve never had a problem… why this girl?”
“Miette, I honestly don’t know. But I’ve never wanted someone’s blood more. I went completely predator on her, had her backed against the wall. My eyes had gone over and were shot through with red and my teeth were down but my mouth was closed. She only noticed my eyes… and obviously my strange behavior.”
“Zut alors! Collin you have to get away from her. Find someone to come and get her. You haven’t had a human in how many years? A little over a hundred? You’ve been doing so well.”
“102 and counting.”
“Why her?”
“I honestly don’t know… but I’m going to see if I can find anything out here in the woods to drain so I can go back in to the cabin.”
“But…”
“No, I’m going to tough it out. There’s something about this girl… something I’m missing. I noticed it a long time ago and now I have a chance to really figure it out. I have to figure it out. Oh and Miette….”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell Etienne, at least not yet. He would track me and be here in a few hours if you told him and I can’t have that. I also couldn’t explain it.”
“This girl doesn’t suspect anything?”
“Everyone is blind to the abnormal, the supernatural. She thought I was sick, that something was wrong with the lights… or something like that. And her name is Amelia.”
“Be careful.”
“Always am.”
Collin hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket. He closed his eyes, stood stock still, and lifted his head towards the sky. His nostrils flared as he smelled the scent of a large animal about 3 miles to his west. He took another sniff and smelled something smaller standing nearby. “Shit, a doe and a fawn.” He turned and smelled in another direction. “Bingo.”
He had caught the strong metallic scent that identified the blood of another predator. Taking into account the geography of the surrounding area, it had to be a wolf. His hands curled into claws as his fingernails elongated into talons. His teeth extended to their full length, glistening in the moonlight. His eyes were blood red, once again, for the second time tonight.
As swift as he was silent he was on the wolf, grabbing the creature tightly and slamming it into the ground. It yowled, screeched, and attempted to get up from its submissive position but Collin had it held down with ease. With one hand holding the creature he used his other to quickly snap the neck with a loud popping noise. He lowered his head to the now still animal and drained it of its blood.
Collin stood up and backed away from the empty wolf feeling full, happy, and satisfied. As always, he didn’t have a drop on him… he never was a messy eater. He glanced down at the animal and wondered if it was a loner or a pack wolf. It definitely wasn’t an alpha; it would have had a lot more fight in him. Collin had no real sympathy for his dinner, just the same as a person never gave a second thought to their burger.
He wandered around for an hour or two more just kicking about in the snow. His hunger was sated and he didn’t really feel like calling Miette back just to chat. What he wanted to do was clear his head a little before he went back inside the cabin; he was practically pacing circles around it. Amelia had to be asleep by now but he wanted to be certain.
Collin had a lot on his mind to process. Why was he so attracted to Amelia? Granted, she was gorgeous, but he had his fair share of beautiful women the past millennia. Up until a century ago, he ended up killing most of them, which he regretted - but there was nothing he could do now about past sins except continue to not kill. None of the women in recent times ever found out about his true nature. He usually fed before sex and could also separate lust from blood lust. Since he had begun feeding on animals, he lived a relatively normal life, hell he was a college student… granted it was for the umpteenth time, but still, no one was the wiser.
However Amelia awakened all sorts of confusing thoughts and feelings inside of him. She smelled different than all the other women he had ever been around. That’s what initially attracted him to her back at the dorms. Constantly repeating college and getting degree after degree was starting to get a little boring but this time, UNC seemed to have a little bit of excitement in it by the name of Amelia. When he was in his room, he could smell her down the hallway. He was stupid to think that he could have handled this trip. His curiosity was going to kill him.
“Or her” he said out loud. Collin chuckled at this then felt disgusted at himself for laughing even if it wasn’t a joke. He shouldn’t have thought it. At this point, it was becoming a very real fear for him. A fear, that if it became a reality, he was going to take her down full body. Collin would at least savor the destruction as much as he could and then hate himself for the next hundred years. Scratch that, he would try harder to keep her safe, to hold himself back. They only had a few days more together. He’d get over it. He had to make sure he was never hungry around her, like now.
He made smaller circles, closing in on the house. It was almost 3am, there’s no way Amelia would still be awake. There was no television and no computer out here in the middle of nowhere. Collin could see her getting bored easily and just going to bed. He wondered what she had been thinking this entire time he had been gone. He left her abruptly, her eyes still closed, her lips still parted from when he kissed her. There was probably a lot on her mind as well.
Collin quietly unlocked the door and walked into the cabin. Most of the lights were on and he could hear the various fireplaces cracking. “Ok, maybe she’s NOT asleep.” Hoping she wasn’t near enough to the door to wonder why he wasn’t wearing a jacket or shoes, he walked into the living room. There he saw Amelia, leaning up against the couch sleeping deeply with her hand clutched around the sharp fireplace poker. The sight warmed him and made him chuckle. He knelt down in front of her to pry the piece of wrought iron from her grip. He would have never been able to predict what happened next in his wildest dreams.
Amelia’s movement had startled Collin for less than half a second and instead of instinctively reacting and overpowering her, he just rode out whatever it is she intended to do to him in her own self defense. He recognized the act to defend oneself when startled; it was something he did on a regular basis. It’s what has kept him alive. What shocked him was the speed and intensity behind her attack. Also the massive amount of power. He tried resisting, not actively shoving her, but tensing his body and resisting. His body was like a steel plate, it should have stopped her, but she kept taking him down, straight to the floor where he landed underneath her. Humans were not stronger than him. “What the fuck?” Collin was surprised to see her eyes were tightly closed.
Being what he was, Collin didn’t often feel pain unless someone matched him in strength. There was no way Amelia could match him, she was human. As she tightened her vice grip with her legs around his hips he felt the beginnings of a dull ache, almost a large pinch. It wasn’t agony but it was damned uncomfortable. Then, all of a sudden, she shifted her weight on his pelvis and felt one of his hips snap under the pressure. “Now that fucking hurt!” He didn’t make a sound but thought this with a grimace on his face. Collin couldn’t believe she had broken one of his bones.
All of this was playing out in a matter of seconds, only a few moments had passed after one of Collin’s pelvic bones had snapped; he wasn’t too concerned about it, it would heal in only a matter of hours. Amelia was now choking him. If he needed to breathe to live, this would have been a very big deal; the problem he faced here was the threat of decapitation if she squeezed too hard. Her other hand had pinned both of his hands above his head. If he wasn’t so concerned about how she was doing this, where this power was coming from, or if she even knew her own strength, he would have been very sexually aroused. There’s nothing he loved more than rough bedroom play. But people like him were hard to find and humans just happened to die too easily.
Finally Amelia opened her eyes and looked down at him. A flash of horror crossed her face and she immediately released Collin and scrambled off of him. In an instant she slid to the other side of the room, panting hard from the effort of “fighting off her attacker.” Tears started streaming down her face. Collin wanted to comfort her but he didn’t know how she would react to that. He was going to have to skate on thin ice with her until he figured out what she was. He knew her blood wasn’t normal. He just knew it. He was going to have to call Etienne tonight and explain everything after all.
Collin started softly laughing. For the past few hours he had been so concerned about killing her, worrying about the intoxication of her blood and how he was going to hide her body if he couldn’t control himself. Yet, he comes back to the cabin and what happens? She breaks his pelvis. His eyes lit up as he stared at her. She wasn’t human. She couldn’t be human. The strength, the speed, the blood…, no, she was keeping secrets of her own.
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