Part 4

Before my first journey out of my old area, I knew I had to get rid of the blood stained shirt I was wearing. So why not gather my old belongings, and get a bite before the trip?
As the night came, I left for town.
Arriving at my house, I discovered that no one had moved into the house… even after my “departure”, but I didn’t think any more about it.
As I entered, the smell of… well, let’s call it what it is… shit hit me. I didn’t understand why it smelled like that… It didn’t when I left… as far as I recalled. I stepped into my old bedroom; I walked over to my clothes, taking whatever I was able to carry… Then I heard why nobody lived here… Because there was living somebody there! I heard the sound of dirt being crushed under a foot. As I turned around, I now saw the source of the sound, and smell. An old, extremely dirty person was fleeing from the room. I figured it was a good time to feed, so away I was! As he was going out the front door, I focused on a shadow on the ground, making it come of the ground, and stand in front of him. Just as I figured, he stopped dead in his tracks, falling to the ground in pure shock. He looked up at me like was I the devil. I put my hand around his throat lifting him from the ground, slowly walking back into the house to have my fun.
As I’ve already said, I love the way blood tastes when fear is the spice, and oh boy, his was stuffed with it!… Unfortunately it couldn’t quite cover up the bad taste his neck added to the mix… Remember that smell of shit I mentioned? By my reckoning, most of the smell came from his neck…
I decided, as he had broken into my home and settled there, that he at least deserved some form of punishment, so to prevent him from telling anybody my true identity, I was going to rip out his tongue and feed it to him, making it look like he went insane. I knew deep down, that some part of me was going to enjoy this.
I drank about 4 pints of his blood, (I wanted him to feel it, to suffer through it). I made sure that he was wide awake. Then I started talking to him.

• Listen here, what I am going to do to you now, is not going to kill you, but if you make as much as one sound, I am going to kill you! Understand?
• Yes, yes sir… Please dont kill me; I was only looking for a place to sleep.
• I am going to let that sound slide, but the next one coming out your mouth, is going right back in while I make your insides, your outsides.
  I then saw something I hadn’t seen before: total obedience.
  Even when I forced open his mouth and grabbed his tongue, he didn’t utter a single word. Only when I brutally ripped out his tongue did he say something, or should I say gurgled something. That was a big mistake.
• I told you not to make a sound!
• gurgle gurgle
• Thats it!
  Before I knew it, I had snapped his neck, and ripped of his head. All that beautiful blood went to waste in one twist… Such a shame…
  This time I wasn’t in the mood to clean, I was leaving town anyway…
  I went to my room, took my clothes, and slowly walked out the door. As I reached the edge of the forest, I heard the scream of a stranger who had wondered by, and spotted the headless corps.
  At that moment I started to realize that I had to restrain myself in the future, if I wanted to keep the shred of humanity I had left… or I would end up like the monster, that I had now realized, my sire was.
  I arrived back at my cave for one last rest. I knew that I had to sleep, or at least try to conserve the energy I gained from that man’s blood. By now I had learned that kindred do not sleep, but what we can do, is put ourselves in some sort of trance.
  If a mortal sees us in this trance, they will see us as either asleep, or dead.
  When I awoke, it was just becoming night. Perfect timing.
  I grabbed my stuff and started my first journey.
  In the woods, I thought it would be an appropriate place to see my full potential. I took on all of my clothes, and started running. When I was alive, I loved running and the feeling of running in my new body, made me feel even better! The feeling was amazing! I could easily run the speed that I had to push myself to the edge for when I was alive. I just had to know how fast I could run now. Then I started running faster, and faster. I was running at least 40 mph, and it was amazing! I tried to run faster, and to my surprise I suddenly slowed down. Even as I tried to move faster, everything seemed to slow down even more. When I looked around I saw why I moved so slowly. I wasn’t moving slow at all! Everything else was moving in slow-motion! It was fantastic to look around and see the leaves nearly standing still, the birds flying slow than I seemingly was walking.
  As I leapt through nature I saw a wolf, and after this “run” I was starved And now would be good time to see if it was possible to live on animal blood.
  I ran over to it and grabbed it. As I slowed down I could feel the wolf struggle. When I was completely down to normal speed, I laid down the wolf and ripped out the fur on its neck. Just when its cries died out, I sank my teeth into its flesh.
  Wolves’ blood definitely doesn’t taste as good as human blood, but it is stuffed with nourishment! I drained the poor animal, but I took my time to burry it. Now it was time to move on!
  All that nourishment the wolves blood gave me, really gave a big boost of energy, but I though it would be better idea to slow down a little preserve my energy.
  A few nights later I finally found a town. I was almost ecstatic when I found out that it was a big city, or at least bigger than my own.
  It was a bit of a let down when I saw that there were no caves for me to live in. That meant that I had to make my entrance to the kine’ society. It wasnt new to me, but it was the first time I had to live with kine since I was made kindred by my bastard of a sire.
  I knew that this was going to be interesting.