Daylight by Verbayne +Demonata-Freak (best large ereader .txt) 📕

I stared at the girl lying on the mattress. She had brought me to an apartment in the middle of town and let me feed off her. She had offered me shelter and for one night friendship. I smiled crookedly, half heartedly.

“It almost makes me feel bad, using you like this, Saoirse.”

I whispered her name. It almost made me feel worse knowing a little about who she was. Licking my lips I sat on the bed next to her. The snake in its glass terrarium rattled its tail angrily. The beautiful shimmering scales of its skin made me smile. I was a lover of reptiles, snakes especially. It seemed she was as well.

Brushing her hair out of her face I pressed my cool fingers over her throat. She didn’t move. As old as you are you aren’t quite old enough to wake during the day. Lifting her wrist I held it just in front of my face. Just an hour before she had willingly let me drink her blood to satisfy my thirst and now I was doing something else, something unforgivable.

Pressing the cuts to my mouth I felt my fangs snap down into place. Pulling my lips back I sunk my triple canines into her flesh. There was an unconscious twitch from her hand as I pulled back. Taking my own wrist I did the same thing, biting deep enough to draw out the dormant blood cells hiding in my veins. My fangs retracted.

My tongue ran over the gums where my fangs had disappeared. I never really liked using them, it felt strange. I was one of those vampires who liked to pretend to be as human as possible. That was mainly because I was so different from the other vampires. I didn’t have a mouth full of sharp teeth, I was awake during the day, and I even went weeks or months between feeding without problems.

Shaking the depressing thoughts off I pressed the two heavily bleeding writs together. My body jerked as her blood flowed into my arm. It burned like acid washing down my veins. It’s all worth it, I told myself. I pressed my wrist harder against hers. If I wanted to get all her repressed memories and feelings I had to take as much blood in as possible.

Sighing I leaned my head back, holding her arm to my chest. Brief flashes of old memories were flickering through my head. I wasn’t too sure what I was seeing, or feeling, but one thing stood out to me. The person she was so desperate to find. I jerked my arm back. Standing I gave her one last glance before walking out. She would wake up in eight hours with blood stained sheets and no memory of what I had just done.

“Now to find Janus.” I grumbled.

My eyes snap open as pain explodes like a bomb inside my body. I try to sit up but my head cries out with bright white pain. I roll over and fall onto the floor. My skin has become incredibly sensitive and the touch of the floor has made it burn. I jump to my feet, ignoring the pain flowing through my body look a cruel mistress.

"By the gods . . ." I gasp as I stare at my recently slit wrists. 

New blood has entered my body, and it's killing me. I scream and fall to my knees, cradling my head in my hands. This is the end of me, after five hundred years and this is where it ends. I can't even say I completed my mission. I make peace with the gods, being brave and fighting the tears as the acid like blood courses through my veins and sets my skin on fire, I squeeze my eyes shut as if it will help with the increasing pain. 

I curl up into a ball and curse the day I set eyes on that bitch Clair. Suddenly the pain stops. I open my eyes and look left and right. My heart rate returns to normal as I try to stand up. Many believe that Vampires heart does not beat, but if they didn't beat, then how would we live? Our bodies function properly apart from aging, every one hundred years is one year to a Vampire. I stand up and hold on to my bed railings, my snake hisses with worry.

I hush him with a quick glance. I slowly walk to my front door and look outside. The sun is shining and blood bags walk past, looking at me strangely. My door is in the shade, I gulp as I stretch my hand out into the sunlight. Sweat trickles down my head as the suns powerful rays touch my skin, it stings but only mildly. I walk out of the door and into the light; a shiver runs down my spine as I look up at the clear blue sky for the first time in five hundred years.

I flick back into reality and start running down the hall, not bothering with shoes or even closing the door. I rush down to the bottom of the stairs and inhale deeply, trying to catch the scent of the scumbag Daywalker. It's extremely vague, she must have left hours ago but I just about snatch it up. I start running down the street, getting strange stares from the nosey crowd of the city. I keep running, not in full speed otherwise I would get WORSE stares, and I don't need that shit happening again.

I eventually make it to a small coffee shop; I can see her sitting on her own through the glass wall. I barge into the shop, hell bent on beating the shit out of this girl. She looks up at me quickly and curses, "Saoirse, I, uh, didn't think you'd . . ." She babbles before my anger cuts her off.

"Survive!" I roar, grabbing her by the hair and dragging out of the shop against her protests, she tries to pull away but my fury is more powerful than her strength. I pull her round the back of the café and throw her against the wall. "What the fuck is your problem?!" I scream, throwing my hands into the air. 

"My problem? You're the one who just dragged me out of the shop by my hair!" She growls, brushing down her hair and standing up straight, even though some blood drips down from her scalp.

I charge forward and pin her to the wall. "What did you do to me?" I roar in her face but she doesn't cringe. 

"I needed to know more about you," she answers calmly, she's not trying to get away, she knows I need to get it out of my system or else there will be hell to pay.

"SO ASK ME THEN!" I growl, pushing my face even closer to hers, trying to intimate her.

"And would you have answered?" She snaps back, with the same amount of venom as my snake. 

I back away from her and shake my head sadly, "so you do this to me?" I whisper. I gulp, "you trade bloods? You turn me into a Half Blood?" I snap, running my hands through my hair I pace up and down.

"I had to make sure you were not someone after me, I had to be sure." She tries to say coldly but her bucket of guilt is overflowing and I see through. 

"Are you satisfied I'm not someone out to kill you, you self-centred bitch?" I growl. She nods sharply and grinds her teeth against my insults. Nearly EVRY Vampire has someone after her, she's no better than a freshly blooded Vampire. Scared that the world wants her dead, what a cunt! "I shared my home with you, helped you. And you sentence me to death?!" I roar. 

"I didn't sentence you to death!" She screams, anger spilling out along with the guilt. 
My face turns red and my true, boiling, fury is unleashed. "When was the last time a Half Blood lasted longer than a year?" I roar, throwing myself at her and lashing out with my fists.

I get I could couple of blows to her face, but in my weak condition she easily flips me off her and throws me against the wall. With a groan I thud to the ground, pain once again swallowing me up. She stands over me, blood leaking down her face.

"I did nothing wrong." She whispers and then in a blink of any eye speeds out.

I groan a Pure Blood Vampire is a good thing; a Pure Blood Daywalker is a good thing. A Half Blood is not a good thing, the Vampires have tried to do it before but they never succeeded, why would I be any different?

Running around the corner of the alley she had drug me into I sighed. She was a stubborn one, that Irish blood of hers really shows. Biting my lip I risk a glance around the corner at her. She hadn’t moved since I had left. She was still slumped against the wall I’d thrown her against. Just sitting as still as stone in a thin strand of sunlight, staring at the ground, like a dead person. She was so dejected it made me feel guilty I had used her for information.

Hooking my fingers in my belt I stomped down the street a couple of feet. When the pressure constricting my chest became too much I stopped. She might have been a stranger, she might have been a full night breed, but she was now my responsibility. Frowning I kicked the stone sitting in front of me. After having her open her home to me I’d betrayed her trust. 

I’ve really turned into a monster if I can do something like that and then just walk away while they die, I thought to myself. She was going to die now, I could sense it. And for some stupid reason I was thinking I could fix it. Or at least I could try.

“Oh hell”

Turning I stormed back down the sidewalk and into the alley where I had last seen Saorise. Glancing up from the drying splatter of blood I paused. She was gone. Looking around