The Truth

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8. A Casket

    I can feel him suck the crimson life from my veins. The blood is rushing out of me, taking every ounce of my strength, my life, with it. 

    The worst part isn't the pain, it's knowing that he's doing this to me and I'm not trying to stop it. I'm just standing there, stupefied, as he's draining my body of one of my most vital fluids. 

    No.

    He's not going to kill me, not if I can help it. 

     My fingers roam over his tender skin, then to then to the crook of his neck. Pressing my index finger on the indent just slightly above his collar bone, his fangs unhinge from my neck and he sinks to his knees, paralyzed.

    "I told you to leave me alone. I asked you to stop. Now you leave me no choice."

    His carmine eyes lock with my gray ones, and for a brief moment  I feel shame with what I'm about to do.

    "I'm sorry." I whisper.

     With that, I bring my flattened hand down on the vertebra on his neck, breaking it with one clean slice.    

     My hand finds its way to my mouth, covering it with shock.

     The truth?

    I just killed a vampire who was a murderer. 

    What does that make me?

    I believe the term is a vigilante.

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