most Vampires would have had
problems keeping up with on foot. Some could though, so she didn’t let up on
the gas pedal.
The girl
next to her moaned.
“God…
God…”
That
wouldn’t help her though. It wasn’t even a proper prayer, was it? If she’d
sounded just a bit happier, it would have worked for sex, but that
wasn’t the feeling they were working on.
“Bind
the wound. On your arm?” She could smell the fresh blood flowing still. It was
enough that the vehicle filled with the heady aroma.
She had
enough life energy now though. The link to the girl was strong, and she was
pulling it in. Yeah, her nature called for her to drink it all ,
absorbing what life she could all at once, but that was the dumb way to do
things. It took all her will power to leave it at that however.
She’d
practiced for it however, for years. Eve had gone without food, even while she
was a regular girl herself, knowing that it would be hard to not attack people
for their blood. It was different, she realized now, and a stronger thing than
she’d been warned about.
Well,
that wasn’t really true. People had told her about how powerful
the lure, the call to drink, would be. She’d just hoped that what she was
training for was close to enough. So far it really had worked, so she wasn’t
giving up, yet. It wasn’t like hunger though.
It was
different. More like thirst, but also kind of like what she’d always imagined
jonesing for crack would have been like for an addict. An ache, and a calling,
a hunger and a need, all hitting her on several different fronts at one time.
The girl
barely moved, holding her hand over her bleeding arm, but looking around for
something to stop the bleeding with. There was a shirt in the back seat, which
had belonged to a man, at some point. Eve could smell him on the pale pink
fabric. It was strongly attractive. A natural thing, that would have been close
to B.O. she thought. Now she really wanted to fuck whoever that man was. It was
a bit different, really, since she hadn’t thought that she’d have a sex drive
left at all. Most people didn’t really, once they became vamps.
It had
been one of the things she’d been warned about, actually. Many times. She’d be
capable of having relations, but wouldn’t care for it, in particular. Really,
she’d also been told that the older Vampires would rape her, as a corrective
measure. It had taken her years to notice that no one really did that
very much. Oh, it happened, and some of the Vampires, like the Manthori,
actually wanted sex, but when she looked down at her skin, it was pretty
normal seeming. Pale, but still her colored, not bone white chalk. So
something was a bit off.
It could
just be a residual effect of having just turned, however. That had been a thing
that several people had hinted at. If it was, then that part wasn’t going to
last very long.
After a
few minutes of fleeing for their lives, the girl calmed down enough to speak,
and not just whimper gently. It was better. Easier to deal with. Less
attractive.
“Where
are we going?”
Eve
didn’t really know where they were. The road didn’t have lights, and she was
driving with the headlights off, which she remedied, since the other drivers
she might pass would need to be able to see her too. There were woods on either
side of them. All evergreens, which probably meant they weren’t too far away
from where she’d died the day before.
Still in
Washington, or possibly Oregon.
“I have
no clue. Right now I’m just trying to get away from those people. How long did
they have you?” She was distracting the girl, or trying to. It didn’t really
matter how long they’d had her though. Not at the moment. It wouldn’t, unless
they could get away.
The car
was floored however, and had a half tank of gas. The winding road wasn’t hard
to follow, since it all seemed to be moving in slow motion to her still. The
speedometer said they were going one-ten, but it felt like they