Easier to Kill, Harder to Heal

I woke, well rested, still in my clothes from the night before. I looked around and realized there was no cat keeping me company, then I remembered Sierra last night. What a bitch. I wasn't looking forward to seeing her today. I grunted and lifted myself out of bed. I needed to shower. I still smelled like blood, and it was making my head spin. So, I stripped myself of my shirt, and headed in to the bathroom. Thankfully no one saw me.

I set the shower as hot as I could, and got in. I tried to make it quick because I had shit to do. After I turned the water off I grabbed a towel, and secured it tightly around my pale waist. I cracked open the door to release steam, and wiped away the layer of condensation covering the mirror. I looked better than the night before, healthier. I turned on the sink and fumbled around for my toothbrush. While I was in the middle of brushing my teeth, someone peeked their head around the open door. 

“So, what exactly happened with you and Sierra last night?”

I turned around, it was Parker, the only roommate in the house that couldn't tolerate me.

I spat, then flashed him a wicked grin, “The shit she gave me didn't work, so I got bored.”

He rolled his eyes, “You really upset her. I hope you know that”

I brushed past him, clearly not giving a shit about Sierra or the obvious fact that he would kill to have a chance with her. If he wanted her so bad, he’d stop acting like a little bitch whenever he was around her. Everyone in the house notices how he blatantly ignores her whenever she’s in his presence. So, it’s not my problem that she wants little to do with him. 

I made my way down the hall, and cracked my door open. The flash of cold that engulfed my body the second I entered the room was inviting. I quickly grabbed a pair of black boxers out of the top dresser drawer and slid them on, then continued to dig, looking for a shirt to wear. I considered ironically wearing my “Careful, I Bite” t-shirt, but quickly decided against it and threw on a black and grey striped one instead, along with dark skinny jeans and my worn out vans.  

My friend Adam had invited me to a small get together he was having, and of course I said yes. I never missed a party. I absolutely took whatever chance I could to get as fucked up as possible. Adam was one of us, but like my housemates, he prefers animal blood over human. That was the only thing about us that wasn't similar. Like me, he doesn't care what trouble he got in to, he literally doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything, and he lives for a good thrill. As you can probably already tell, we get along great. I promised him tonight I'd be on my best behavior since half the people there were going to be human, and they were completely oblivious to what we were.

I decided to head out early so I could try and convince the clerk at the liquor store that I was old enough to purchase alcohol. I can't just walk in and be like, "I'm a hundred and fourteen years old now sell me the vodka before I crush your fucking skull." I had an ID but it had expired in 2005 and I practically look exactly the same as I did 10 years ago, which a lot of people find concerning when I try to show it to them. Fun, right?

I made my way down to the corner liquor store, hopefully Manny was working. He was the only person who didn't give me shit about my age. The only problem was he owned the place so he picked and chose when he would be there, which wasn't often. He had basic, straight out of community college, twenty-something year olds running the place, thinking they had all the power in the world just because they had to scan a plastic little card to give you what you wanted. It was fucking annoying.

I peeked my head over the boxes and bottles stacked in front of the window and looked behind the counter. A smile crept across my face when I noticed the balding, middle aged man playing a game of solitaire on the outdated desktop. The door jingled behind me, and I made my way straight to the vodka. I was mildly overwhelmed by the assortment of flavors, but as soon as I saw the seasonal bottles of pumpkin pie flavor I knew what I wanted. My inner white girl came out and I grabbed two bottles. I thought about how much I wanted whipped cream to go with my liquor as and made my way to the counter.

"Kaine! Long time no see, how have you been?" Manny picked up the bottles and began scanning them without asking for any sort of identification.

"Are you still seeing that girl I saw you with the last time you came in?" 

"I've been good, and no I'm not, thankfully." I let out a laugh, the girl he was referring to was Casey. We had a thing for a few weeks, but she was super obsessive and couldn't get over the fact that I had several roommates who were female. God forbid.

"I'm sorry to hear that man, but you have fun now," he nudged his head in the direction of the brown paper bag, now in my possession.

"But not too much fun!"

I thanked him, and assured him I'd keep myself in check. I needed to get to Adams, he told me 6:30 and it was pushing 7:15 really quick. Luckily, it was only a ten minute walk, so I’d only be an hour or so late. I'm very known for being fashionably late, but that didn’t mean I wanted to miss the fun.

Adam had told me this was a small get together, but I could hear the music blasting from a block over. Cars were lined up and down his street and several people were lingering outside his house making small talk and smoking several varieties of substances. As I was making my way up the path to his house, I was handed a joint. I took a huge hit and continued on. I entered the house and quickly walked to the kitchen. I needed a fucking drink, I was far too sober.

“Kaine! How are you doing man?!” It was Adam. He had some girl hanging all over him. I noticed her immediately perk up when she saw me.

“You're like an hour late,” he laughed, and handed me a beer that I began to chug immediately.

“I have to keep it fashionable, right?” I smiled, and gave the clingy chick a little wink. That must have enticed her because before I knew it, she was next to me. She was okay I suppose. Pretty face, average body.

Adam and I caught up for a few minutes and then I was headed to the basement. That’s where the real fun was. Adams basement was a huge empty area with your everyday, normal party/club setup. He really knew how to throw a party. The lights, the music, the drugs and alcohol, this was the shit I stayed alive for.

I had settled for one of the bottles of vodka I had previously bought and drank it straight from the bottle, I couldn't be bothered measure out shots fifty times.

I took in the smoky atmosphere around me. Lights flashed in the dark as the music blasted through the room. There were tons of people dancing as I made my way through them to one of the couches on the far end of the room. The girl from earlier followed as I sat.

“It's fucking loud in here, huh?” I said with a laugh, “what's your name, lovely?” I was trying my hardest to stay charming, but I could honestly care less about her name. I probably wouldn’t remember it, but I couldn’t be a complete dick.

''It's Jenna!” she piped, a bit too cheery for me, but whatever. I smirked and bit my piercing. The alcohol was starting to kick in. Fucking finally. 

“Cute name,” I slurred as I eyed her up and down continuously. Things were getting blurry, but I was trying to take in every single one of her physical features. She was petite, but curvy. Her silky blonde hair made it down to the small of her back, and she stared up at me with huge blue eyes. She was looking a lot sexier than before and I couldn’t control myself.

Before I knew it my hands were cupping her face, and my tongue was tracing her bottom lip, begging for entrance. I moved my hands to the back of her head, running my fingers through her hair. Fuck I was hungry. And horny. I pushed the thought of food out my mind, and focused on getting it in. If I killed this girl, Adam would never speak to me again, and the cops would be all over this place. That would me no more parties, and that would mean no more fun. She let out a small moan as I bit her lip and grabbed her waist, pressing her body closer to mine. Soft hands ran down my torso as I kissed her neck. I felt my fangs emerge as I began to nip lightly, making sure I didn’t break skin.

Things got heated and I decided it was best to find a room before we took it further on the couch. I grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs. I drank that whole bottle of vodka, and I was the least bit sober. Everything was blurring together, so finding the stairs was a bit of a challenge, but we made it. We reached the top and I was met with a few familiar faces. I said my hellos and stayed focused on the task at hand: finding a room, any room. We got to the third floor, which contained all the bedrooms in the house. I opened the first door I saw. Bad idea. On the bed, two guys were exploring each other, in many more ways that I previously had with Jenna. My eyes widened and I couldn't move, I was frozen in place.

“O-oh uh sorry? Sorry.” I muttered. Oddly enough, it didn't turn me off at all.

Jenna came up behind me tugging at my shirt, “did you find a room, baby?” she purred. She stopped and gave me a confused look when I didn't answer. Her stare followed mine, “oh god! Close the door, why are you just standing there?!” she screeched. 

I shut the door and quickly turned to walk back downstairs, but Jenna grabbed my shoulder and I stopped. “What.” 

“Where the fuck are you going? We were kind of in the middle of something?” she looked mad, “Why do you look so weird all of the sudden?”

I didn’t look weird, she was fucking drunk, and couldn’t tell left from right, “I'm not in the mood for this anymore.”

I went to walk away, but my face was met with her hand and it stung. It didn't hurt of course, I'm an indestructible piece of shit. Who the fuck did she think she was? I didn't want to fuck her anymore, but I couldn’t deal with the frustration building up inside me. I slammed my fist against the wall, forming a gaping hole. She backed down and started crying.

“Don't ever fucking touch me again” I screamed. I was very drunk which was making me more heated than I should have been. I grabbed the painting hanging on the wall and threw it down the long hall, glass shattered as it hit the ground. Why was I so mad?

People must have heard the noise from our altercation because before I knew it, three or four guys were on top of me, some hitting, some were trying to control my raging body. They were human so I could definitely hold my own, but I was drunk and they were fast.

I wiped the blood from my mouth as Adam came running from downstairs to my rescue.
“What the fuck Kaine, again? You fucking promised!” He calmed the guys down and followed after me as I stomped down the wooden stairs.
“Where the fuck are you going?” He questioned.

“I'm fucking out of here, man.” my voice cracked. I just wanted to have a decent fucking night, but it turned in to a shitfest.  

I walked down pathway from the house, kicking whatever was in range. I was pissed and starving. At least I was still extremely intoxicated. I felt bad for whoever was unlucky enough to be my next meal.

I walked for about fifteen minutes before I laid eyes on my prey. It was a guy, mid 40's, leaving a local bar, completely shit faced. I laughed to myself, “same buddy.”  I watched him stumble down the street as stalked behind him, getting closer and closer. He didn't notice though, he was so obliterated that he could hardly keep himself on his feet.

I followed him until we passed a dark alleyway. Perfect. I swiftly grabbed his collar and pulled him back into the darkness. He was drunkenly mumbling. I slammed him against the wall and punched him. That seemed to quiet him down a bit. I choked him with one hand as I grabbed his wrist.

“Don't make a fucking sound.” I said in a cold voice. I sunk my teeth into his pumping veins and I was in heaven. Until, that is, I heard footsteps and a frantic voice yelling for help. 

Shadows passed by the ally. I didn't want to leave my food but something told me I had to. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I punched the drunk in the face once more. He was out. Hopefully he wont remember any of this in the morning. I let out a sigh and walked to where I heard the yelling.

“Grab his arms Jake! Don't let him get away!”

I slowed my pace as I got closer.

“Haha oh man what if we kill him?” one of the guys said, “who gives a fuck about this fag anyway?” 

“G-get away from me” I heard come from the middle of the group.

“Aw Alexis doesn't feel like playing today? What are you gonna do? Go cut yourself some more like the little emo bitch you are?” 

“Hey.” I said, coming up behind the viscous teenagers, “how about you leave him alone before I kill all of you?”

All at once, the four of them stopped kicking and punching. They turned and faced me and I gave them a wicked grin.