Dark Fever by Exoticbeing (best books to read all time TXT) 📖

It was that time again. My time for the hunt. The kill. The satiation.
I struggled against the turning but I knew it was futile. I always change and I always kill. Last Change I killed my boyfriend. The next day I almost went out and committed suicide. I was so furious with my self and horrified at what I am that I just couldn't take it anymore, but as I was getting ready to loose consciousness, my older sister walked in and screamed for my father who came running in and took me down. As I gasped for breathe my father started to yell at me at how stupid I was for trying it, and the entire time I just kept my head down in shame. Then I heard him choke and I looked up to see him crying. My father had never cried, not even when my mother had died of cancer. I felt so horrible and guilt ridden that I never tried it again. I never thought of what I would leave behind only what I'd move forward to.
This night was a warm one, with the summer breeze blowing through the trees and whispering it's secrets to the leaves. I was writhing on the ground as I felt my heart slow and my bones elongate my spine and nails. My ribs expanded and my legs bent at an angles so I was on all fours like a dog. My ears blurred and then suddenly I could see every detail around me. I could see the hairs on the foliage and the ants on a tree carrying it's food. My ears began to ring and then I could suddenly hear the sounds of people in their homes sleeping or watching tv. I heard cars racing on the highway as they vied for the chance to speed ahead. The feelings under my fingertips sent my dermis into over drive sending all the things I'm touching into my head as pictures and textures.
I followed the highway running at implausible speeds and reached a small town that I'd never been to before. I started to follow a drunken man as he exited a bar and staggered into the street. He started to walk
and from my perspective it was towards no particular destination.
I followed him into an alley way five blocks from the bar and stalked
him as he stumbled along the trash and boxes- but the boxes were full of men so when he stumbled into them harsh cries and curse words were thrown at him. He just ambler along until he reached a nice empty crate- nice compared with their standards- and crawled in. I waited for the others to fall asleep then slowly came out from behind the big garbage bin was shelters by. He was there passed out in his crate and everyone else was in a stupor so no one really noticed as I crept up to him. I certainly didn't notice the other person watching me from the rooftops of the building.
I snapped his neck quick and silently so he would not feel the pain and the I bent over his wrist and my teeth sank into his flimsy flesh. I sucked him almost all the way dry leaving about a pint left then I dug my nails into his chest, sank hand in and grabbed his heart. I felt the blood and then I ripped it out if his chest. I closed my eyes, readying myself for the onslaught of memories.
As soon as I bit into it I had his thoughts and memories in my head. I watched as he met his wife. As he bacame a laywer As they had triplets thet grew into beatiful daughters who got married. And I watched as he saw his wife raped and murdered by one of the people he put into jail. Then I watched as he ran away and became what he is today.
Not for the first time I cried as I ate his heart and captured his memories. I realize everytime I do this how much of a monster I became. My first kill had been my best friend. I remember that day as clear as glass........
I was twelve when me and my friend Rachel decided to have a sleepover. We slept in the backyard in out sleeping bags under the stars and then suddenly I had agonizing pain all over my body and I began to scream innpain. Rachel woke up with worry and when she saw me she started to scream for help, trying to protect me from whatever it wasni was screaming for. The irony of the fact that she should've been screaming for her protection.
My father came out as I ripped out her heart out of her chest. They began to rush towards me but it was to late. I ate her heart and the memories flowed. I was the main thought the thing she loved the most. We had been best friends since the day I broke a kids nose,who was picking on her might I add, and he never bothered her again. I was four.
I didn't talk to anyone for three years after that, just disapeared into the woods. I learned little things about what was happening in my absence and when I came back my mother was dead and my father explained why I was what I was and what it was called and about.
I was an Obyrikos a mix of vampire and werewolf, made by mixing of the two bloods into a fetus with an egg growing inside of it. My mother had been a supernatural creature hunter and had been in a bad fight with both. She ended up swallowing their blood and having me was the worst mistake of their life. For me. They loved me and would never give me up. So I learned and adapted and grew.

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Publication Date: 07-23-2011

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Dedication:
This book is dedicated to all who don't believe in happy fairy-tale endings. Thank you to all who read :)