Wind whistles in my ears, branches fly past my face. But for some reason, I was not hovering over my knees, clenching my chest, trying to catch my breath.

"Jacqueline,"The forest seems to whisper my name. I run to my hearts content. Lust seems to take over my body. But not lust over a person rather than a lust for a thing. I pick up a smell, a smell so dominant and sweet that it made my heart flutter.

As I turned onto a path, I tripped and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with complete and utter darkness. The dark that surrounded my eyes soon disappeared and transformed into another scene.

I think I'm at a... party? People grinding against each other and singing (or well screaming off tune to be exact) to the loud music. Others gathered around drinking beer or sucking each other's faces off (making out... not literally sucking each other's faces off. That's kind of a scary image)

...Yup, definitely a party.

I wasn't nervous nor did I feel cold but my hands were shaking like an addict going through withdraw. I glanced around the huge house and felt a strange sensation around my eyes. It almost felt like when you put a dry contact in your eye... It burned but it just felt like I irritated my eye somehow.

The scent from before invades my nose as a young man walked in front of me with a bloody lip and bruised eye. It seemed he got into a fight. All I could see was red, crimson... fiery red.

Just as the scent came, I developed a strong need to follow the man. My heart swelled and I followed the scent which led me outside where the man was standing next to who I would assume was his girlfriend.

She looked to be holding a napkin to his lip as she fussed over him. Once she pulled the napkin away, I saw the blood that once dripped from the man's lips. I bit my tongue in resistance.

At one time, I would be doubling over ready to revisit my previous lunch. But now I had the overwhelming instinct to rush over and taste the very blood that use to make me sick.

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I rushed over to the man with unbelievable speed and bit his neck.

(Why the neck when his lip is bleeding? I don't know, maybe I was conscious about the fact that his girlfriend was probably still around and I didn't want to be touching someone's boyfriend's lips. Now that I say that... it's probably just as bad that I'm touching his neck. Oh well, anyways...)

This was completely abnormal. Since when do I go around biting people?! Since when do I approach strangers?! Since when do I want anything to do with blood?!

But the thoughts left my mind as soon as the taste of blood touched my tongue.

It was the literal definition of bitter-sweet. It left me craving for more and more, till my heart's content.

The man squirmed underneath my grip, but unbelievably this burly man could not get me off of him. And even more unbelievably, I couldn't leave.

I drained him of his blood and pulled away, craving more. I hadn't noticed the, assumed girlfriend, was standing behind me.

I licked the teeth that I had just sunk into the man's neck, retrieving as much blood as possible from them. Weird enough, the teeth didn't feel like teeth at all. They were... fangs? When did I get fangs?

The girlfriend was screaming and seemed to have recovered from her shock. She began running down the alley that coincidentally had been behind the house. That only made things easier for me. Less people would see me suck this girl dry of her blood and no one would notice the bodies until much later.

I was still craving the blood when I heard the girl's beating heart. I smirked and, again, using inhuman speed chased after the girl. I caught up to her and bit her skin at her collar bone. I felt her pulse slow as I drank her blood and soon the scene changed again.

I was drinking someone else's blood in a bathroom. After I finished my meal, I glanced up at the mirror. My eyes had changed from their normal ocean blue color to the same crimson... fiery red that blurred my vision before. My dark brown hair was stained red with blood, along with my teeth which now showed two fangs, evenly set on either side of my mouth.

I grinned maliciously and ran my fingers through my hair as I walked out of the bathroom. I stepped in the spaces between each of the dead bodies that were scattered across the room. Everyone who had once been drinking and playing bear pong and grinding against each other and screaming the lyrics to every wretched song, are now dead. Their blood extracted from their pale and frail bodies.

Click, click, click, click. My high heals clicked against the wooden floor. As I reached the door and started twisting the handle, still with a lust for blood, I suddenly felt bad. I felt sorry for whoever had to clean up the mess.

I leered for a moment at the mess I had left behind then opened the door and skipped out of there. I turned and looked at the house which once had been booming with distasteful tunes. I reach into my pitch black purse and pull out some matches. I lit the match and threw it at the house, prancing away like the kick butt heroes in the movies. But instead I'm not the hero of this story...