Chapter Two
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Driving as far as the state line I picked up many hitchhikers along the way. In which, to some, this would be they’re last ride. But, one morning, while driving, I came across a particular hitchhiker. As I pulled over next to her she leaned down and smiled.
"Hi!" She said, with such joy in her voice. I smiled strangely at her, but said nothing.
"Where ya headed Mr.?"
"Wherever you like Miss." I replied.
"Cool!" She said, getting in the car. When she shut the door, I went back onto the road.
"So..." she began. "Do you usually pick up strangers?" I grinned.
"Only the one's that appeal to me." She laughed as though this was a joke. But, in all reality, it was very true. But, I decided to play along just for jolly's.
As evening fell, I could feel my hunger grow. I knew I had to feed. And soon. But, I didn’t want to feed on her. So, when my hunger had reached the stage of being slightly painful, I stopped at a gas station. As I parked the car in front of the pump; I was just about on empty. I turned to her.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Just a little. But I have no money." I smiled widely.
"No worries. I'll get you something."
As I went into the store I grabbed a few things for her to snack on and went to the counter. My hunger was at its peak and I anticipated the first kill of the evening. A man came out from the back and to the register. He would have the pleasure of being my first victim.
He struggled a bit, but not for long. And as I bit down harshly upon his neck, blood squirted everywhere. And, in a few seconds, he was drained. I took a napkin, many in fact and, wiped the blood from my mouth. I could remember a time when I would have felt guilt. But none was apparent. I looked down and c****d my head and stared at the dead cashier coldly. I then grabbed a few more items and walked out as casually as I walked in.
I went to the car and opened the door.
"Here ya are miss." I said, handing her something to eat. I got some gas and off we went again.
"Thanks Mr." She said, with a mouthful.
"You're quite welcome."
"You want some" She asked, offering me a sandwich. I looked at her and shook my head.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No."
"You must be. You haven't eaten since you picked me up! Which was hours ago!"
"No, really. I’m fine."
"You need to eat something! Don't you eat?"
"No. I'm Anorexic." She stared at me with a confused shock on her face.
"I’m kidding!" I said, laughing. When she saw I was indeed kidding she laughed too.
"You're a strange one." She said. She continued.
"At least take a few bites. Just for me. Please." I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
"Er... alright." I said, taking the sandwich from her hand and taking a few bites. But after a few moments I began to feel sick. I immediately pulled over to the side of the road.
"Are you alright?” I put my hand over my mouth and opened the door. Then leaned out and vomited up the sandwich.
"Oh my!" She said, reaching over and rubbing my back.
"Are you ganna be okay?" I nodded without looking at her.
Afterward, I retreated back into the car. I shut the door and took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I sighed and nodded.
"I’ll be fine." But I wasn't fine. For when I vomited up the sandwich, I also vomited my blood meal. And when I had realized this I immediately got out of the car. I went to the back of the vehicle and dropped to my knees in excruciating pain. She followed me.
"Oh my God are you alright?!" She asked, kneeling at my side.
"Get back in the car! And lock the doors!"
"Why?! What’s wrong with you?!"
"Just do it! Please!" She did and I waited for a passer by to come help.
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