See Love Die

Chapter 10

PATRICK'S POV:

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It had been three days since I'd last fed on a wolf, and my blood itself felt like shard of fine cut glass, ripping through my body with each beat of my heart, craving and yearning for more.

My deed was done, I'd taken all of the men that had taken me down and their pack was depleted, but I felt unfinished, and like I needed more.

More power, more excitement, more blood.

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I'd hunted down the remaining wolves' place of settlement, and come across the remaining 3 who were easy to kill.

I'd drained them dry and desposed of their bodies nearby to the building, in a lake with a strong stream that would push them all miles out.

My purpose was fulfilled, and yet I couldn't turn back, I couldn't go home yet.

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The temptation to feed was out of control, I hunted deer, and elk, and rabbit and squirell but nothing would take away that insatiable urge to sink my throbbing teeth into anything with a pulse in hopes of that same feeling I had days ago.

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I was currently pacing outside a small bar, longing for some normality.

The sound of chatter, laughter and drunken sing song rang in my ears.

I took in the sight of the small town, and its cobbled roads.

Shiny, reflecting the orange streetlights and the moonlight in a magnificent, picturesque way.

I took the fresh air into my lungs and exhaled, trying to control my urges once more, but as I released the breath footsteps approached.

"I don't want to" a young lady squealed.

"Please, get off" she demanded, louder.

"You stuck up cow, look at that short skirt and them t**s you've got on display, you want this" came a male voice.

"Please" she cried, pain in her voice.

I instantly pictured my Harry, young, defenceless, human.

"Let me go" her sobs where uncontrolled now, the fear and adrenaline surely pumping through her.

"You fuckin slut" he chimed, and they came into view.

He had his hand around her waist holding her, and the other on her thigh.

She locked eyes with me in that moment, and a flood of relief hit her.

"Please, help me" she cried out.

"Oh f**k off, stay out of this pal" the ginger haired, plump man looked at me with his bloodshot eyes and something inside me snapped.

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I walked toward them.

"Let her go, pal" I leached.

"What're you gonna do about it?" He sneered.

Before he could chuckle for a second time, I had his throat in my hand and the young girl was finally out of his grip.

She ran toward a building somewhere and out of sight.

"Now, do you still want to know what I'm going to do about it?" I asked, smirking.

"Look she's easy, well known slut, let's forget about this" he pleaded, his rosy cheeks now flushed even more and beads of sweat forming on the wrinkled leather skin above his head.

I looked into his eyes, and focused hard.

"You're petrified, and you're hearts racing. This is the most terrifying experience of your existence"

"I'm petrified, my heart is racing, I've never been so petrified" he repeated shaking.. his words and his face turning into an expression of shock and terror.

I felt his pulse raise under my grip and his breathing get shallow.

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"H-helpp" he shouted, and I dropped him.

He ran past me and further down the cobbled street, and I let him just for a second, before catching up to him and sinking my teeth into his corotid artery, directing his blood flow directly toward my tongue and not letting a drop of his adrenaline filled blood go spare.

When I was finished, I let his body thud to the floor, it was the first human I had fed on in a long time and the chase was exhilarating.

He was a monster, and deserved nothing shy of death.

The thought haltered when I spotted the young girls face, peeking through the bus shelter.

He tremor that was probably from the sight she had just witnessed, or possibly from the chilly air that was surrounding us.

She turned to run, and I tried to talk myself out of it.. but hunger succeeded and before I knew it I was running, and then infront of her with my lips pressed around that sweet spot at her neck.

Draining her completely of life.

Looking down at this young girls lifeless body, a dark feeling crept over me and I dropped to my knees offering my now pierced wrist to her lips.

It was too late though, and she didn't respond.

I had killed an innocent girl, so young with her whole life ahead of her.

"What have you done Patrick?" I scolded myself.

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The dark feeling crept to my chest and I felt angry at myself, for being so out of control that I'd left someone without a daughter and I imagined what it would be like for me finding my daughter lifeless in the middle of the town centre.

The creepy guy, I could justify, but this?

This was a new low.

I WAS a monster.

I could never live with myself now, I am a danger to my family, friends and my kingdom.

I lifted her delicate, limp body into my arms and began running, unsure as to where I was running to.

Not aware of anything around me, fixated in the sweet round face I had taken from the world, my feet carried us far from the small town and into forests and the solitary.

If I wasn't around people, I could not hurt them, I didn't want to hurt anybody else.

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The night was cool, as I clawed at the dirt beneath me.

Tears rolling down my cheek and being cushioned by my now matted beard.

I was digging for hours, my fingernails sore from the build up of mud.

When the hole was around 3ft deep, I placed the young girls body in and covered her up.

I still couldn't grasp how I had let myself go so much, addiction had taken over my life and even with all of the regret and disgust with myself, that sticky sweet blood was all I could think about.

I had to get through this, I was finally unconfined but still not free.

I had to find a place to rid myself of the anguish, to deter from drinking and let the cursed appetite disappear but looking around, there was only forest.

I started running again, and I continued for hours until my thighs where tight and my calves ached and burned.

I sat down on a bench that had come into sight and took some deep breaths.

Head in my hands, I thought about my family.

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How would I ever be able to face them after this?

Knowing what I'd done.

Did I keep it a secret?

Open up to them about it?

There were rules you didn't break and I'd shredded them to pieces in the space of a week.

No biting wolves, no biting innocents, let alone killing them and wiping out entire packs.

I hoped, prayed and felt like sacrificing myself to the gods and goddesses in return for forgiveness from my family and my kingdom.

As I looked up to the sky in prayer, I noticed something in the far distance.

High up, in the grey gloomy clouds, was two circular objects.

They didn't move, and stood exactly where they were, just being and existing, just as I was.

Before I could fathom it, my feet were moving again, with the objects getting closer, and after a few minutes it came into view.

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It was a castle.

It was huge, and a pretty stone bridge headed up to the gated doors.

There were no lights or signs of residents, so I tried the chain attached to the big metal gate but it wouldn't budge.

I tried to pull harder, and the chain snapped with ease.

I stpped through to amazing sights.

There was a huge forecourt, with a water fountain the size of a bus.

The water was murky and full of limescale.

I led myself through the house further, but even with slight night vision, I wasn't able to see anything so there was no use.

I went back outside and tore down some branches and found a rock, creating a fire by rubbing them together the old fashioned way.

It took a while, but soon I had heat and high flames, lighting up the forecourt some more.

It lit up the walls enough for me to spot a lantern.

"Perfect" I sighed, in relief.

I lit the candle and used the lantern to walk around a little more.

There was a huge foyer, that had orange tiles and moss growing up the walls.

Then there was a hall, which housed a long dining table that had 10 seats placed around it.

Old silver plates and cutlery were still placed, untouched for centuries at least.

This must have belonged to a royal, I thought.

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The many bedrooms had beds in them, but with spring mattresses that would likely snap and puncture him if I lay on them, and dust mites that would find their way into my already burning body.

The dungeons below, that confirmed it would have belonged to someone important, had foam mattresses, so I picked up a few of those and patted the dust off of them, before taking them upstairs and laying one on top of another.

Laying on them wasn't the most comfortable, but the sufficed much better than the hard ground and office chair he'd been hauled up on for the past few months.

My eyes began to feel heavy under the heat of the fire, and soon I was fast asleep, dreaming again, of the thick substance that would not leave my devoted brain.

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The next morning I awoke to the sound if birds cheeping, and the fuzzy warmth of a rat against my bootless, bloodstained feet.

I crept up slowly as to keep from startling the creature, and swiftly grabbed it, tearing into it for it's blood.

Once it was drained, I went to collect some more wood to start a fire and impale the rodent.

Maybe eating a human meal would help curb the cravings.

My head was sore and my muscles aching, I felt hot and clammy and moving was like torture as it still felt like the blood being pumped around my body was lava.

The fire was crackling, and I had roasted the rat and devoured it.

My body was in agony and I writhed on the makeshift bed, hoping for something to take the anger and pain away.

"Maybe I could find another wolf" I said to myself, sounding semi insane.

"No, that won't help you Patrick" I replied.

Okay, I needed to stop that, insanity was surely eating away at me now, causing me to have conversations with myself.

This addiction thing was torture, Malcom was right.

I wish I'd have stayed where I was now, being drained and beaten.

It would hurt less than this, less than the guilt for the poor girl I'd stolen life from.

Less than the shame, that I would have to face more of when I finally went home.

I hoped I could go home, and that this irritable devotation to something I had never imagined trying before would subside eventually.

My family needed me, my people and my kingdom needed me. Sure, they had my soldiers to keep them in check and safe but they would be looking for me to the ends of the earth meaning they would have less ability to patrol the streets and keep my daughters safe.

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Another wave of pain hit and I embraced it, I deserved it after becoming the monster that I had.

Life was certainly upside down, just another journey of riding this out until I am saved or my body starts to go back to the way it was..

"I hope it's soon" I mutter to myself as I allow the darkness of sleep to engulf me, to take me away from this for only a few hours.