Vampyre

Blood dripped down his chin, and onto his neck, covering his upper body. He was covered in this liquid, slowly dripping down his body, one inch at a time. He looked at his hands, now drenched in this thick liquid, a reminder of what he has done, and shall continue to do. The dead body lie in front of him. An innocent life taken, simply for his food.

Through fuzzy eyes, he cleaned up the mess he made to the best of his ability. His vision was starting to go; an effect of his Vampyrism.

Many think Vampirism and Vampyrism are the same; but they’re not.

With vampires, they are the traditional vampire you think of. Dracula. Feeders of the night, and forever living within their human-like forms.

But him? He was different. He was no vampire. He was a unique kind of creature, similar to the vampire. A vampyre.

With the curse of his existence as a vampyre, he would only be able to keep his human form for 150-200 years, signs of transition showing only in the last 5-25 years. He would go blind, as he slowly is currently, and soon begin to have an insatiable hunger, hair loss, and memory loss.

He was already barely managing with his loss of sight and his hunger as is, but he wasn’t done with this transition. Not even close. He could still partially see, and had all of hair. His memory was still in pristine condition, and though his hunger had increased, it wasn’t at its peak.

He had to clean up. He couldn’t stay like this, all messy, and covered in his newest victim's blood. He felt disgusting, yet full. No longer consumed by his hunger.

There was a river running by. Clean water. Which meant no more sticky blood covered skin.

Though a vampyre’s whole “thing” is blood, one wouldn’t want to be covered in their own food, would they?

He walked over to the river, and stepped in, scrubbing the blood off of him before it began to dry more than it already had. The river soon had sections of red within it, washing away evidence of his feasting.

As the water rushed past his feet, flowing as it always has, he began to feel dizzy.

Attempting to regain his footing as he was swaying, his foot instead found a rock, causing him to fall backwards onto the solid ground.

Suddenly, everything went black. By the time he woke up, it was no longer the beginning of the night. It was sunrise. He had to move to a shaded and secluded area. Quick.

He stumbles to his feet, walking wobbly on the ground, trying to find stability after just waking up from a forced nap.

He looked around, still dizzy, and wondering what happened. His appetite was surprisingly big as well, even though he just ate before he had passed out.

He looked for a shaded area, a cave maybe? Just then, he saw it. The perfect spot. He ran as best he could over to it, still very wobbly. He practically fell into the cave, not being able to stop himself in time. But he was safe from the sun for now, and that was all that mattered.

He sat in the cave, breathing heavily, and holding his head. His head was pounding with a headache, unlike any he’d ever had. It felt like his head was being ripped open slowly, even though in reality, it was perfectly intact.

When he pulled his hand away from his head, he saw a few pieces of hair in his hand. Not just strands, but small tufts. His brow furrowed at the sight, and he ran his hand through his hair, and looked at the larger tufts in his hand.

His transformation was beginning earlier than he had expected. This explained all the side effects he had been experiencing. Increased appetite, blurry vision, hair loss, everything. And it was only going to get worse until he became more of a monster than he already was. The kind that kills to kill, not just for food, but for sport. The kind that has no human thought, or morals. Just eat, kill, sleep, repeat.

He tried to close his eyes, and wait for sleep to come, but it just wouldn’t.

The sun was fully up now, and day had started. He waited in the cave long enough, eyes closed, and he slowly but surely fell asleep.

Once night had hit, he began to slowly wake up, his head pounding. He held his throbbing head in his hand and began to wonder; was this the new normal? Was this what he was going to have to deal with everyday until his transformation was complete? Until he became the unthinking, savage beast he dreaded becoming?

Along with the pounding headache he woke up with, of course came along with a VERY large appetite, and he was quite thirsty. He looked up and over by where the river had been, and decided to walk over.

As he kneeled down by the river, taking a drink, he heard something crunching a twig, not too far from him. He looked behind himself, and spotted a deer. With that, his stomach grumbled.

He stood up slowly, hoping not to frighten the deer, and gingerly made his way over to it. The deer walked a few steps away, making the mistake of turning it’s back on him. With this advantage he now had on the deer, he quickly got as close as possible to it without it hearing him, and pounced.

His sharp claws sinked into the flesh of the animal, as he held it in place. His teeth dove into its neck, tearing flesh from the bone. Blood splattered around him, and covered his body, but it didn’t care. He was too hungry to care. The only thing he cared about in this moment, was fulfilling this insatiable hunger he now had.

He tore the deer limb from limb, ripping it apart, and tearing meat off with his bare teeth, as if he were a starving animal. But in this case, he was. Forever starving. Forever killing. Forever eating. Never satisfied.