Blood Thirsty

I sat alone at the top of the hill, looking out among the ocean, watching the sky change colors. Blue, Pink, Purple, It was all so beautiful. As the sunset and the moon rose, I started to have an unbearable pain in my teeth. I couldn't even close my mouth, it hurt so badly.

I fell to my knees as someone taped me on the shoulder, I jerked my head their way and in a sweet, soft voice they asked if I was okay.

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, trying to focus on them, "Yeah, I'm okay." I said as I made out who it was. It was a beautiful young woman that I had never seen before.

I lightly kissed her hand, "I am Jeremy Meadows, and you are?"

She laughed a little and pulled her hand away slowly as I stood up. "I am Mary Jane Billow, Nice to meet you, Jeremy."

I knew right at that moment that I was in love. I didn't know her but that didn't matter, I loved her.

I guess I had spaced out while staring into her beauty. "What are you staring at?" She asked, waving a hand in front of my face.

I adverted my eyes quickly to the ground and whispered, "Nothing, You're just so gorgeous."

She looked at the ground, laughing again, moving closer to me. I slide my arm around her waist and we sat and watched the sun set.

When the sun sank consistently behind the hillside, I looked over at her and softly pressed my lips against hers. In the middle of the kiss, she pulled back. "I have to go," she said. "But I'd love to see you again, Jeremy."

I hugged her tightly, "Do you have to leave?"

"Yeah, I told my husband I was going for a short walk."

I sighed and looked at the ground. "Husband?"

She got up and walked away from me, glancing back and whispering. "Yes, Husband," as she vanished down the hill.

I laid down, starring up at the stars. "I'll never find anyone," I said to myself and my teeth began to hurt again.

I put my finger in my mouth and groaned. I ran my finger over my tooth and felt a sharp pain. I pulled my finger out and looked at it.

It had a deep even slash over it with blood flowing out. I put it back in my mouth and sucked the crimson liquid out of my finger. It tasted so good.

I licked it until every last drop was gone but I still needed more. I knew I couldn't keep feeding off of myself.

I stood up slowly, and walked along the dark sandy beach.

As I approached the beach in front of my house, I laid down. Even if I was 23, I had always lived with my parents on this beach.

When I was 10, I started to like the dark, I had always hated garlic, and I wanted my steaks extra rare.

As soon as my parents had noticed, they asked me what was wrong. I honestly did not know. I was taken to the doctor, and they found nothing wrong with me.

At age 15, I killed my first victim. It felt so good, sucking the sweet, thick, crimson blood from their neck, as they laid weak and hopeless in my arms.

I slowly got up and walked inside, turning off all the lights as I walked by them. My mom looked at me from a dark room.

"Jeremy, is that you?" She asked as it sounded like she was getting up.

"Yeah, Mom. Sorry I'm so late." I said back innocently.

"Wow. For once, your red eyes scared me in the dark," She joked, touching my cheek.

When she walked towards me, I had a sudden urge to feast, so I did. I grabbed my mom by the neck, snapping it in my hands and softly breaking the flesh as my sharp teeth entered her pale neck.

While the blood filled my mouth, I couldn't stop. No matter how much I loved her and all that she had done for me.

As no more blood filled my mouth, I dropped the body, realizing what I had done. As I licked the blood off my lips, staring down at her lifeless body, I heard my dad call.

"Jeremy, have you seen your mother?" I ran as fast as I could out the back door, digging the keys out of my deep pockets, getting into my car and driving away.

Pictures of ambulances and police cars flashed across my mind as I drove in still silence.

I started to here a reporter's voice inside my head.

"The victim was Alexis Meadows, a woman in her late 40's. The suspect, Jeremy Meadows, her 23-year-old son. We are giving a reward for himÐ'..."

The words slowly faded as I came back into reality, driving faster as I played with the radio dials. I stopped on 93.4 KKRB classic rock as a smooth melody filled the car, calming me as I pulled the car over to the side of the road.

I leaned my head back against the seat, trying to get a grip on what I had done. What had I done? I saw a police car slowly go by. Even though it looked like it was in my mind, I knew it had to be real.

As it got to the end of the street, it turned around. I got nervous and tried starting the car.

The engine made a screeching noise and the lights flickered. Smoke rose from under the hood as I stopped trying. The cop came back by, not stopping but speeding up.

I cautiously got out of my car and walked to the front of it; I slide my hand under the hood and unlatched it.

As I opened it, smoke sprayed into my face, making me step back and cough. I closed the hood again and looked around to see where I was.

I was in a run down neighborhood. There were stray cats wandering around and buildings with boards over the broken glass windows.

I looked down the street towards the main road. There were no cars and the streetlamp was flickering. There were trash bins with garbage overflowing the top and broken bottles on the road.

I got back in the car and leaned the seat back. I reached down and locked the doors, before slowly drifting off into a content sleep.

I awoke to a tapping