Status: My first Vampire book. Let me know what you guys think.

Bloodlust

Chapter 3: The Truth

Looking out a window and noticing each person as nothing more than a part of a crowd. That's how it felt to Clark. Each person was just another person he could eat, drain, drink. It didn't matter what word you choose the unspoken reality is that Clark is a vampire, and this thought began to trouble him. He tried his hardest not to succumb to the Bloodlust, but then he would look down and notice the dog tag hanging around his neck. He thought back to a week ago.

"From here on out your code name will be Bloodlust." The same man who had given Clark the Vampigen was standing before him, smiling. "You'll be issued as many weapons as you want. However, it is mandatory that you are issued a silver lined sword." Clark frowned at this idea. "Why is it mandatory? I haven't used a sword since..." Clark droned off lost in thought. The man could see Clark's evident distress at this news and replied "Bullets will only be useful if your extremely close. After all, these people are vampires, and most likely they will use their fist or be smart enough to wield a short ranged weapon." With that the man patted his back and walked away.

Clark looked back out of the window. Nothing had changed much in the few minutes he used to reminisce. People were still walking around unaware and uncaring of the world around them. Caring only for their lives. Clark was tired of waiting. His impatience was taking a toll, so he decided to change clothes and get ready for his meeting. He traded a simple white T-shirt for a red one. He chuckled slightly at the irony of a vampire wearing red, and thought to add a hoody. He picked a dark black hoody with a bright, white, feather lining along the hood. He kept his dark black jeans, and made his way back to the window. To his surprise he finally found his host sitting at the restaurant across the street. He picked up his gun and placed in the back of his pants. His sword, silver lined, was already on his back underneath his shirt and hoody. Feeling prepared he walked out of the building and began to cross the street.

Immediately he noticed a difference in his surroundings. People were ignorant, Clark knew this. It's what made his job easier. However, he kept noticing people would turn and stare, then attempt to pass it off as a momentary shift in gaze. It was an annoyance, but it also meant that his host came prepared. He walked into the restaurant and opened a door to his left. He was on an outside seating area. The floors were wooden and each table had an umbrella popping out of it. Once more Clark couldn't help but chuckle at another irony. A vampire's weakness under sunlight was one weakness Vampigen did not give. Clark quickly changed his expression and sat down. He looked at his host, a beautiful young lady, maybe twenty to twenty one years of age. Her skin was a milky white and her hair matched in color. She also wore a red T-shirt paired with a black vest, and on her right arm she had a silver watch, which was clearly fake because if it was real silver she would have been burning in pain. That thought brought him back to her face, more importantly her dark red eyes that matched his own. Red eyes, an unchangeable attribute acquired to all vampires because of Vampigen.

"Take out your earpiece"

The girls voice was overwhelming, as if she was used to giving orders. "I don't know..." Clark started but was quickly cut off by the lady "Don't play dumb with me. They always hand out three things a case of silver bullets, a sword, and an earpiece." She maintained eye contact with Clark for a long period of time. Finally, Clark sighed thinking back to Clancy's orders.

Clancy a small man, skinny as hell, but also incredibly smart. He was the technical administrator and he loved it. "Okay, so...Uhmm that one is a gun. I'm positive if you point and pull the trigger a magical hole will appear where ever you pointed." Clark smiled at Clancy's enthusiasm. "He was a jokester all right" thought Clark. "Yes, and this one is a really shiny stick for hitting people." He pointed toward the sword. "and this one..." He got to the last thing on the table. "This one is important." His tone grew serious. "This is a communicator. You can turn it off and on as you like, but what ever you do do not take it out of your ear. Under no circumstances are you to remove this earpiece, do you understand?" Clark nodded and to his relief Clancy switched back to his joking demeanor "and it will clean your ears if you hit this button right here." He laughed, unbelievably high pitched and mixed in with sudden gasps of air.

Clark looked away from the lady and turned his head down at the table. A habit he had picked up ever since he was first injected. "What did you call me here for?" The lady responded "Take out your earpiece." Suddenly, Clark heard a voice from his headphones. "If you remove your head piece we will kill you." Clark recognized the voice as the man who had injected him with Vampigen. Clark looked up and responded "You heard that, didn't you? After all, with our advanced hearing it's not hard to hear death threats, is it?" The lady crossed her legs, still maintaining eye contact, and responded "Do you know what they plan to do to you?" Clark nodded and responded "Yes, they mean to kill me." The lady shook her head "and your okay with that? Do you know what they've done to people?" Clark frowned and responded "People? I think your confused. In what way are vampires people." The lady was resilient "So, your saying your not a person?"

"No" Clark looked up as he answered, looking right back at those dark, red eyes. "I refuse to believe that anything that drinks blood can be human."

The lady's eyes showed no emotion, and her demeanor remained unchanged. "So, cannibals aren't human? Is that what your trying to say?" Silence filled the air, and it began to bother Clark. Once more, Clark averted his eyes, and stared at the table. "Why did you call me here?"

"I called you here for a simple reason" For once, her threatening, red eyes softened into a gentle stare. "They are tricking you into a belief that all vampires are bad. That all of them are bloodthirsty, monsters craving to rule the world. Do I look like someone who would do that?" Her blood, red eyes seemed to be pleading for an answer. Clark responded "Looks can be deceiving."

"and should you judge a book by its cover?"

Clark looked up and responded "If a pictures worth a thousand words than why wouldn't I?" The lady's steely gaze remained unchanged. "and do you believe you can describe your life and your intentions in a thousand words?" Clark was silent once more, and in this silence his earpiece relayed a message. "Evacuate the area. No need for immediate contact, call this meeting adjourned and return to HQ." Clark looked into the lady's red eyes and saw disappointment flicker in the flames of her anger. She was calm, overall her demeanor didn't change, but it was in her blood, red eyes that the truth was shown. Clark sat still staring into the lady's eyes as she stared back. "The truth was in the blood." The words brought horrible memories into Clark's mind and in an effort to run away from his thoughts he stood up quickly and turned to leave. "They killed the creator three days ago." Clark froze, back turned toward the lady. The lady continued, still seated "They killed a man who hadn't even tasted blood in his life. He was a vampire all right, but he never drank a drop of blood. He refused, and yet he is still dead. So, by your definition they have killed a human being."
Clark remained standing, frozen, emotionless before finally responding "I guess they did." He then proceeded to walk away. When he got to the door to the restaurant he looked back at the lady. Her red eyes were still staring, disappointed still, at Clark. Clark asked "I didn't quite catch your name." The lady smiled and responded "Which one, the one they gave me or the one my mother gave me." Clark smiled back "Both will do just fine." At this the lady uncrosses her legs and stands up. "My name is Genna Maxim, other wise known as the Temptress." Clark grew serious for a moment, then quickly covered it up with a convincing chuckle "What a convincing name." Genna chuckled herself and asked "What's your name?" Clark opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself. "It's Bloodlust." At this he walked into the restaurant and exited the restaurant the same way he entered.

He crossed the street, noticing that once more, everyone around him was ignorant. No one cared to notice him, and no one turned to look at him. Half way across the street he turned and noticed that Genna was gone. He turned back around and continued his stride forward. He walked into an alleyway and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. The bright, red flame flickered on and Clark couldn't help but compare it to Genna's eyes. The difference in contrast made the difference in color, and yet when Genna's anger flared, her eyes flickered all the same. What was different was that one burned paper and the other burned away a person's will. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. Smoke billowed out of his mouth as he exhaled gray tendrils of smoke. He was finally alone, and his thoughts were all but simple to arrange. He thought long and hard and decided to listen to Genna Maxim. He decided to think back to three days ago, when he killed Dr. Maxim, the creator of Vampigen, a vampire, and a father.
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The next chapter will actually have fight scenes so stay tuned for that awesomeness :)