Wrote in November 2009 -
He was laying there, blood was seeping each crack that spread
under his body along the stone walk. It was my nightly walk in my
garden and tonight it was interrupted by this man, this bloody man. I
could feel myself starting to breath faster, what is he doing here, why
is he hurt and in my garden. I closed my eyes and I could once again
see a vision of blood from long ago. I shake myself out of the thought ,
I could feel the cool winters night breeze on my hands. I glanced down
to see that my gloves were no long looking the way they were supposed
to when I placed them on before my walk. It had happened again,
something triggered my senses for my hands to have changed. I peer
around, wondering if anyone else was there, something else must be
happening if my claws were coming out.. I took a deep breath feeling
the cool air enter my chest. My legs moves me closer to the body on my
walk way. Why did he have to fall onto my walk way and what the heck
was he doing to actually land this far into my garden with so much
blood? So many thoughts, racing through my head. But, to my body, it
did not stop for an instant to ponder on these questions. Another step
closer. I didn't want to be there, I don't like all this blood, it
always brings out the worst in me. And of course ruins my gloves every
time! I could feel a high sigh exit my mouth as if annoyed at this body
laying in my way. How I hate it when my hands do this.
My body moves another step closer. The smell of his blood is
overpowering. It's strange I don't have the urge to feed as I'm staring
at the blood oozing out from countless spots on his body. I can see
the blooding running throughout the cracks of my stone walkway like
blood running through the veins of a body. I gaze upon the man laying
almost lifeless in front of me. I can begin to feel the warmth of his
blood the tips of my toes. I glanced at my feet and almost childishly I
shrug my shoulders and sigh to myself. My shoes have been torn apart
and my toes were sticking into the blood.
I could feel my body slowly, cautiously kneel down. I could feel
the cold of the stone through my jeans, yet I could feel the warmth of
his body pushing back the cold. He smelled different, his blood smelled
familiar some how. Another deep breath, his blood was very familiar,
almost to familiar for my liking. A shiver suddenly ran down my spin as
I a small growl exit my throat. I instantly peered up as I quickly
placed my claw next to his neck. I peered into the tree covering the
wall only a few feet away. Another low growl let loose. I could feel
the hair on my face and back start to stand on end as it slowly grew
from my skin. Something was there, I could feel it. I could feel it was
something and something that needed to leave my garden immediately. I
could see the bush move, as my growl increased in sound. Whoever or
whatever was hiding there would get the picture that they needed to
leave now or suffer the consequence of their decision to stay.
I could feel this mans blood on m palms now as I leaned over growling at the movement in the bushes.
“Leave now!” I pushed out of my throat with a low growl.
The bushes pushed aside and another man stepped out. He looked just
as beat up and blood was dripping from the side of his shirt. His head
was bleeding down his ear and his eye was swollen shut. I could smell
his mans blood and the hairs on my back stood straight up. But why, I
could hear myself asking. Why doesn't the man under me make my skin
crawl when I smell his blood, yet this man, this man I know I would kill
if he makes one wrong move. There was something strong about this man
as he limped a few more feet out of the bushes.
“Get out!” I growled even louder at him. “I will not give you another warning.”
I crawled over the man laying on the path as if to protect his man I
know nothing about. He could be the predator for all I know, but no, I
don't feel that about it. I feel that about this man limping out of my
It seemed like forever that the man stood there and stared at me. I
could only feel my skin crawl with every breath he took, not wanting to
move lest I fear he would get to his victim to finish him off. And
then all of a sudden, as if our time was up he quickly vanished in mid
jump. I could smell him go up into the trees, and saw the leaves move
as he jump back up and over the hidden wall. I looked around and
sniffed at the sky and the mans blood scent was gone. I slowly turned
around and stayed on my hands and knees, lowering my head to his I
placed my nose under his. I could feel movement on my nose. He was
still alive. Instantly I stood up as my hands and feet returned to
normal with shreds of gloves and shoes hanging off me.
I knew I could help him, I wanted to help him. I didn't understand
why, when I have let so many die before. There was something about him,
something I couldn't figure out. But there was no time for that, I
could feel it in my bones, he wasn't going to last long if I didn't help
him fast. I quickly picked him up as if mother was lifting a sleeping
child. As I swiftly moved back towards my sanctuary I peered behind my
shoulder at the tree the mysterious man had exited from. Why was he
after this man? Or was this man after him? I look over my other
shoulder, and see my fathers fountain shining in the moonlight.
“I'm sorry father, I have to cancel our walk tonight.” I look back
down at the limp man in my arms as I can feel the blood running over my
arms and hands.
I felt a small shiver in my arms and suddenly only thoughts of the
dying man flooded my mind. I needed to get him to my inner chamber and
I make my way down the stair case past all the bookshelves to the
very back of the library where I push on my favorite book and the
bookshelf slides away as if surrendering the wall to me and I walk
through the darkness behind it.
I briskly flow down the dark stair way as if a sheet of ice were
under my feet while whisping my way around all the objects that hung off
the walls, avoiding any collision with them. Finally I can see a light
at the bottom of the winding staircase and I feel a small bit of relief
knowing I'm almost to my chambers.
As I glide through my doorway and my eyes don't even flinch as the
lights turn themselves on. I rush to the bedside and as gently as I lay
the nameless man on my bed.
Blood sprays out of his mouth as his body thrusts out a cough. He
fades away just as he fast as he awoke to call forth this name.
“Save him!” I could hear my inner voice shout.
I jolt up as if it was that voice throwing me off my knees and into
action. I knew...I knew that he was like me. I could smell it on him
every drop of his blood screamed at me that he wasn't what I use to be.
Why save him? My younger voice cried out. I must save him, I could hear myself saying out loud as it echoed off the walls.
“Where is it?” I yell as I throw my books off my desk.
“...you left it next to the...” a voice whispers into my ear
“CLOCK!” I shout as I whirl around and dash across my room. I was
reading it last night I had an urge to remember the healing sequence I
had just read about. It was odd that I even had found that book when I
had, it had been hidden so well by my father. What luck that I had
found it when I had.
I slam the book open so hard that papers fly off my desk obscurely
landing on the floor. I run my finders down one page...”not this
page”...I madly scamper to the next few pages....”Where is it” I grunted
out...”I know it's here!”
I heard another gurgle and gush of blood and I made me spin around,
I can seem him trying to move, grasping at the air above him as if
crying out for someone or something.
I rush to the side of the bed with the book in hand and lay it down as I grab his hand and rest it back on his stomach.
“It's okay, it'll be okay.” I answer to him as I move his hair away from his bleeding face. I hope that helps to calm him down.
I see his body once again fall almost completely limp in my bed.
“you must hurry” I could hear my voice saying, “I know!” I answered back as I let out an angry sigh.
“I can't find what I'm looking for!” I almost screamed as I was
tearing through the book. I could feel something was wrong with me, I
never handle books this way. But I couldn't stop, something was pushing
me to find what I needed. I was scared...what if I couldn't save him.
What if I couldn't find what I needed to....what if it didn't even
“Enough” I yelled out. I took a deep breathing and focused.
A few more pages went by, I could barely hear his breathing now. “You must hurry!” I could hear the voice saying again.
“There!” I shouted as I poked the book so hard that I could feel the
pressure shoot up my arm. I scanned my fingers along the words as I
whispered them out loud.
“That's it.” I stood up and laid his arms next to him. “you must
hurry!” The voice ran out again. I couldn't answer I needed to focus.
“I hope this works.” I sighed out.
As he lay before me, arms at his side and his legs straightened out I raised my hands over his body.