© Jill Carroll 2012
The smell of salt water, vomit and garbage was overwhelming. Thankfully I didn’t really need to breathe anymore, but my body was still in the habit, so I kept finding myself taking deep breathes of the putrid city smell. I didn’t remember New Orleans smelling so bad. Beaux says it has always smelled like this, I just use all my senses more accurately. He says that we taste the air to find food, but all I could taste in that air was vomit.
We were hiding in an alley off of Bourbon Street, waiting for easy prey. He says he doesn’t have to feed anymore but about twice a year, that his body doesn’t need it. But I’m so thirsty all the time. I feel like I’ve taken two Benedryl out in the desert and there’s no water for miles. I can’t imagine ever quenching this thirst.
It was so cold. I had always read that vampires didn’t feel the cold or the heat, but that’s not true. I feel it even more intensely. So many horrible events have taken place but all I can think about is blood. You would think that being undead would at least give me relief from the headaches and passing out, but it hasn’t in fact they’re worse. Beaux says he doesn’t understand it. He says it has to be because I was genetically meant to be a witch doctor. He is taking me to Cocodrine after I feed to find help from a witch doctor that has helped him in the past.
A young woman walked around the corner looking very lost and a little drunk. She was quite pretty, long brown hair, pretty face and neatly dressed. Then I realized she had tears streaming down her face which explained why she was alone in such a place.
Beaux nudged me like a baby bird being nudged out of the nest. I stepped out of the alley acting surprised when I bumped into the brown haired girl. I so just wanted to sink my teeth into her, but Beaux said we have to be careful so they don’t remember or they will all come after us. I couldn’t help taking a deep breath to taste her blood in the air.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled. I could smell the alcohol mixed with the saltiness of her tears.
“Are you ok?” I asked sincerely lightly touching her arm.
She looked surprised and looked down into my eyes. I smiled and concentrated like Beaux had taught me.
“Come with me,” I whispered compelling her to do my will.
“Ok,” she said.
I led her back into the deserted alley. It started to drizzle a cold rain. I shivered. Beaux came up behind us and told me it was time. I grabbed the girl by the hand. She turned around. She had that glassy look in her eyes that they all have when I compel them.
“Come closer, lean down,” I said.
She did what I asked. I grabbed the back of her head and bit into her neck into the artery like Beaux had taught me to do. My fangs pulsed with pleasure and finally my thirst was gone.
I heard Beaux saying my name softly in my ear, “Stop Eva, Eva, that’s enough, Eva don’t kill her.”
He gently touched my shoulder and said, “Stop!” His lips touched my left ear softly.
I was brought back. (What was I doing?) I let the girl go. She sighed and started to collapse. Beaux caught her and healed her neck with his own blood. I just stood there unable to grasp what I had just done. I had almost killed her.
I was freezing cold and getting soaking wet. It lightened then the crack of thunder broke my trance.
“You should have let me die,” I told him through my bloody tears and the rain.
He sat the girl gently down against the dingy brick building. He was very careful with her. Then he came over to me and put a hand on each side of my face. “Eva, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. You know I never wanted this for you. It’s why I let myself lose you over and over, life after life, but I couldn’t lose you forever. If William would have taken your life, he would have taken your soul too. You would have been lost forever.” He kissed my forehead and said, “Come on let’s get this girl home and we’ll go back to my house here in the city.”
I shook my head yes. Rain poured down my face and mixed with my bloody tears.
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