Chapter 5 What's Happening To Me

When I come to my vision is still a little blurry and I'm out of sorts at first I don't feel the pain in my leg or hear the dark whispers in the back of my mind telling me I need to feed, but as I try to regain my bearings the pain though dull at this point starts coming back with much more fierceness then before.

I rub my eyes of the blearyness and shake my head trying to rid myself of those dark thoughts but its harder this time for some reason all I can feel is the burning in my throat and a soreness in my body which are tell tale signs that my body needs blood before my instincts take over if I don't act fast. My mind is like a one tracked thought all I can think about is the sweetness in the air that seems to be calling to every cell in my body and its all consuming, I try to snap myself out of this and try to control myself but I can't seem to get ahold of myself at the moment I am just sitting in the back seat while my body is doing all the work. But then I snap to and realize that my vision is more of a purple haze color which only happens when my instincts are higher and more alert then the more human side of me is, I try to take a deep breath in but the fire in my throat is making it hard to breath, I feel my body start to move again this time like its on autopilot, I move towards the door and I feel myself grab the door handle, I can feel the cold smooth metal on my damp clammy hand turn and that's when I notice I am not entirely paying attention to my surroundings but yet I can hear and smell everything, As I finally look up and really take notice of the outside world for the first time I inhale a sharp breath at the horror of whats really going on, the outside world suddenly has become a horror movie come to life. There's abandoned cars all along the side of the road, there's shattered glass everywhere and it looks like someone went on a killing spree as there's blood everywhere some fresh and some thats old. I take a sniff of the air and I can smell everything the blood, the stench of decay, I can even smell the fear in the air but as I sniff the air a guttural growl rips from my throat and as soon as it happened it stopped as I stand there stunned wondering what exactly made me so that, yes I've growled lowly enough to where others don't hear exactly inhuman it sounds or I've made a more human growling sound but something is setting if my instincts making them go haywire which I've never had happen before, then I can feel it there's someone or something close by, something similar to me.