It is in my blood to fight this feeling. Everything about it is wrong and against what I've been taught. I can't remember much about my young life before Godric because when he stepped into my life and made me reborn as a creature of the night, nothing and no one else mattered. He became my world, my gaurdian and teacher, my father and brother. He taught me how to live, how to hunt, how to kill. He taught me how to feed and how to drain a wolf without missing a single drop. He taught me how to move in complete silence, how to keep my scent disguised and how to strike fatally in one shot. He taught me everything I know but he never taught me how to love.
Maybe that's why the first day I saw Rose, everything shifted in my world. She was a complete match for myself, maybe more lean, more feminine, but with the same white fur and blue eyes. In personality, we were complete opposites. To my firey unpredictability, she was calm and pliable, playful even, like a youth. She brought out a side in me I didn't even know existed. I never had a puppyhood. My younger years were cut short by that blood bath that took out my entire pack, the same blood bath that led me to Godric and to my untempered fate at his side. Rose was jovial and carefree. She didn't see me as a killer. She saw me as a gentleman, as everything I suddenly wanted to be for her.
And yet my dark side wouldn't let go. I would wait till she slept at night and venture out to feed. I couldn't let her see that side of me, the side that would surely send her away. How could she love a killer, a vampire? Of course she couldn't. She's too pure. And so I kept it hidden, eating only the minimum in her presence and taking my fill at night while she slept. I was content to live this way forever, to keep my dark side hidden but the day I came across her body while hunting for her, my world shifted once more. Rose is gone and never coming back and some day I vow to find the monster who took her from me and this world. I will make them pay.
Those memories surge on me the day I meet eyes with Ailith. My soul rejoices but my heart aches and she is a twin of Rose and myself, another white wolf with blue eyes. And yet she holds the red stain of death on her lips like a prize, something Rose was never good at. She would hunt but she didn't enjoy the kill like most predators. She was too pure, too innocent. One glance and I know that Ailith is anything but. I turn from her, wanting to go back tot he way things have been, the way I started accepting them to be. I accepted the fact that I would be alone from now on, that I would continue hunting and feeding and that would be my life. Alone and unloved but normal, or at least as normal as it gets for me. I would go back to the unfeeling killer that I'm comfortable with. And yet Ailith tugs at my soul and makes that impossible, and so I run.
And yet I can't stay away long. I hunt her down, following her scent like I've known it forever. I know that my soul is hunting her even more fervently than my nose, my stride lengthening as I know I'm getting closer. And then she steps out of the shadows as if she was there all along, her eyes studying me with intelligence and yet curiosity. She seems to not know what to make of me just yet. She tilts her head, merely watching, waiting for me to make the first move. I stop in my tracks and stare at her for a moment, trying to quelch the memories that spring to life in my mind once more. She is not Rose. Rose is gone.
"I'm Eric. What's your name?"
Names are a good starting point, I suppose. My ears prick forward, my tail motionless behind me. My muscles are quivering, fighting the urge to get closer, to feel our souls collide.
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əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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