Fatal Mistakes

Clare has been turned into a vampire, the greatest monster of them all... yet, she hates herself for it. Tries her best to stay human. When the sun burns her, their stakes chase her, how could that ever work? In fact, trying to retain her humanity could be her one fatal mistake.

This story began as one I wrote over a year ago (the first 12 chapters are from then) and I think my writing has improved since then. Let me know what you think.

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8. Chapter Eight

"Please,Claire! Don't-" Dan was screaming now, and I knew that all of those in surrounding rooms would be able to hear his words as I bit into his flesh and ended his life. They would know what I was, and what I was doing, even before it was over. Sweat trickling down my face, I dived forward, refusing to think of the implications.

My fangs extended, and I bit down hard, trying to ignore the small feeling of guilt pressing up against my stomach; even as my thirst was sated. He continued to scream. I tried to pull back, but found that I couldn't. I was glued there, even though I couldn't even taste the blood: it was sustenance and nothing more. It tasted of nothing, not even the bitter iron taste I would have recognised while human.

Dan continued to scream, louder and louder, his cries rising up into a crescendo. I tried to push myself back again, thinking of the time when I had been in his position. Weak. I had known that Maisie was going to kill me. He knew I was going to kill him.

Bracing my hands against his chest, I pushed back as hard as I could, managing to wrench myself away. As I moved, I heard a harsh snapping noise (a rib?) but ignored it as best as I could. Pulling myself to my feet, I stepped as far away from him as I could, backing up against the door.

 I watched as blood continued to run down his neck, saturating his clothes. I considered moving forward to try and stop the bleeding, but didn't trust myself. The thirst was still there, and I did not want to encourage it.

He had stopped screaming. Was it because he was-

I looked over at him, and seeing his chest rising and falling, smiled in relief. He wasn't going to be like me. I hadn't killed him, not this time. 

Allowing myself to walk a little closer, I saw the frantic look in his eyes. The silent threat in them -

If I survive this, I will kill you. 

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