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There should be a point in which the pain one suffers is too great to endure with a beating heart. There is. And I had reached that point.

                I saw it coming― the end to this endless agony― and it dragged near excruciatingly slow. Every season has to end at some point though right?  …Right?

                I must’ve been dead then…. But why was I still aware? This couldn’t be right. A sudden jolt of panic shot through me. I imagined everyone who has ever died lying in there tombs consciously trapped inside there ever- still bodies. An eternity of boredom.

                That idea brought with it the familiar adrenaline that should make my heart race. I opened my eyes, and sat up to fast that it startled me, but not as much as what I saw when I sat up, and what I heard. Immediately I was all the way across my small cluttered bed room, and I stared at the creature that had made such a terrifying sound, as she stared back at me dangerous and calculating.

                She wasn’t human, that much I was positive of. What human would have eyes like that? So bright, so red? But then I began to get even more frighten. For the longer I stared at this inhumanly beautiful creature, the more of my  own features stood out. The long hair fell in soft waves against her pale cheeks. The almond shape of her eyes, the long narrow nose, and shape of the lips… all mine just one hundred times more beautiful… and deadly.

                Though she stood in a defensive crouch, her bright eyes became wild and unsure. Then I noticed the frame around her, and it took all my will not to cry out in alarm. That was…me. What had happened to me? I why―why was I so thirsty? The fire had subsided every where except my throat, which still had a dull, ever present burning sensation. The more I thought about it the less subtle the burning became. In no hurry to relive the last eternity I focused on distracting myself, with the next thing that made me feel eerie.

                Ok, so maybe I wasn’t dead but, I must be in a horrible dream. That would explain why everything around me was so sharp―so clear. I could see everything, smell everything, hear everything. I could hear Tracy from across the street, hear her heart beat. It filled my mouth with venom, it sounded so wet and delicious. But wait? What? What? My thoughts… I wasn’t thinking straight. What was wrong with me?

                All of this I took in a matter of seconds. Then I heard the front door of the house I lived in open. Another ferocious snarl escaped me while I vaguely noticed that that was the same sound I’d heard earlier. That sound had come from me.

I also realized that it was my parents and little brother who’d opened the front door. They where back and they’d heard me too. I heard them pause over the door frame.

                “John,” I heard my mother whisper. “What was that?”

                They listened for a few seconds. “What was what?”

                “John, I think there’s a wild animal upstairs” I was vaguely hurt at the fact that my mother had compared me to an animal.

                I wanted to calm them, there was need to worry about wild animals. I heard their hearts, I didn’t want them to come any closer while I was having these dangerous thoughts.

                “I’ll go see―just wait here.”

                “No, it’s just me!” I tried to call instead someone else said it. Someone with a beautiful, deadly bell-like voice. It startled another snarl out of me and I turned faster than possible to see who’d stolen my words. I saw no one.

                My father came running up the stairs, and I was distracted by how slow he went. I’d known my father to be a fast runner, remembering how we used to race each other when I was younger.

                He flung open the door, and the burst of air that enter my small room nearly destroyed me. My throat erupted, and before I could look in horror at what was doing, I flung myself at him with a speed that should’ve made everything blurry. My intent was not just to kill but to sink my teeth into the space just above that mouth watering heart was. All love for my father was gone. I was predator, he was my unlucky prey. But just before I could taste that wonderful sweet smelling blood of his, there was something between us. Some one.