Imperial marksman

Holding out the gun in my hand, a droplet of rain hit my face, and as soon as it did, bullets of water came along with it, and looking up to the newly dead corpse, I froze.

But why. . .Why did this ever have to happen to us?

I never wanted to kill him, and yet I had to.

I had to survive, but at what cost.

Another life? I don't want this.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

I wanted to become a doctor...

I wanted to be one more than anything.

And I never ever wanted to hurt anyone... Again.

Yet my arm's locked into place, sweat and rain is raining down my face, an I'm shaking as I hold out a rusted colt, the trigger pulled, and a corpse laying dead on the floor.

What do I do? I Never wanted to hurt anyone. I wanted to become a doctor to save people, not unalive them.

And I did the exact thing that I never wanted to do.

Why did this have to happen. . .Why's this happening?

I can't go to the guards, if I do that they'll discover I'm a vampire, and standing here I don't even think I could go to one even if I tried, my legs won't move; I'm shaking.

I just killed a hunter, others will come after me.

Why's this happening to me, why'd it happen today. . .

My minds racing and I don't know what to do, looking down at the cloaked body on the floor, wearing all black with wooden weapons and stakes inside of his cloak.

Holding his gun, I, dropping it, should I just flee?

No, I know what I have to do...

It's unethical but I have to..

I need to hide his body.

Hide it well.

. . . . .

Yet with my hair wet and the rain washing the blood into the middle of the alley, I gulped as the smell came up to my nose, and as the world around me tinted, my hunger grew, I've already fed more than I should of this week.

But now... I want more, more than I've ever had before.

And as I looked down at him and took a step in the rain.

"CATHERINE!" I heard my name being screamed.

But the rain muddled my senses, I don't know who?

Who's calling my name? Looking around I couldn't see anyone, and looking back to the corpse, maybe he's the one calling me, does he want me to save him. . .Can I?

Taking another step, "Catherine! Where Are You!" I heard that voice again, but as I approached the corpse, I heard water separating and water splashing as someone ran.

And quickly acting, the fear holding me back dissipated. I quickly moved and kicking the gun at the wall next to him, I came over and grabbing his arm, yanked him up.

Throwing him over my shoulder, yet deepening the stake in my side and groaning, I kicked the mussel, bouncing it up and then kicking the gun up, quickly grabbed the tool.

Holding it back in my hands again, I checked out the surroundings one more time before clicking my tongue, "I'm cornered," this isn't great, my back's against the wall.

But I'm not defenseless...

So I won't hesitate either...

Turning to the entrance of the alleyway as the foot steps neared, I aimed, but then put the back of my hand holdin the gun against my mouth as I coughed blood out from the tear centering my lips, hu? Did my fang tear them?

Ugh, it all hurts, but I need to endure for a little longer.

If I can remember, this state puts me through hell when it wears out, so I need to endure and make it last here and now before regret, and that lousy fluff kicks in.

Gripping the grip an throwing my hand out, I'm confident in my shots, but as hurt as I am now, I'm no where close to being at my best, I can't kill, just distract, then run.

My hands trembling and my body's about to give out.

How much longer can I last like this, it's pathetic.

What was the point of leaving home if for this.

Gripping it tighter, I heard more than one pair of steps.

Looks like it was the right call to stand my ground.

If they know I'm armed, it'll make them cautious.

Focusing on what's in front of me, I closed my eyes for a second, *And as she did, Megan and the rest of the girls appeared from out of the corner with panic all over their faces, and with Megan bearing fangs as she was ready to save Catherine. When she and them turned corners after tracking it's scent to here, and even picking up on blood, she turned the corner to see Catherine standing there with a black figure on her shoulder and a stake in her side, and then just Catherine standing there pointing a gun at them with her eyes closed. And in that moment, she saw instant danger, "Everyone! Get out of the way!"* and opening them, I saw my enemy's and fired on sight.

*All of them saw her in this state and like this, and as she opened her eyes, their eyes saw the bloodied red and the look she gave them, emotionless and chaotic, and seeing that, and recognizing it instantly, Megan had realized Catherine used her vampire abilities to cut off her own emotions, and knowing that, she revealed part of who Catherine really was to the rest of them to save the girls from her, "Watch out! Catherine's an imperial marksman!" she screamed but then shots were fired*

*Magan was hit in the shoulder and knee, Catherine had almost shot the others, but as she fired, Megan grabbed Maya an using her, threw her at the others at a strength where it knocked them all back and out of firing range*

Hitting one of them as the others were thrown out of the way by another vampire, I growled, "Leave me alone!" and feeling as the ground under me shook, my vision blackened.

I'm starting to lose consciousness, I'm dieing...

I've lost too much blood...

And hearing the vampire groan in pain and fall back, as I shot on more time hitting her on the side, I covered my body in darkness, using the rest of my magic as a cloak.

And using the last of my strength dashed out of the ally, past them and as I turned to fire, I saw the others with the vampiress knocked down and turned, running off.

. . . . .

Making my way back to my home in a few minutes as my mind slipped and I felt like collapsing, but pushing myself even more then I know I could've, I made it...

Making it to my room, I slammed the door and walked into there, looking around, I know I have something here to patch me up, but making it into the room... I can't...

Feeling my strength fade, the body was already heavy, but not able to keep myself and it up, I stumbled to the bed and threw it off of my shoulders, as I collided with the nightstand, falling down to my knees, and letting go of the gun as I hadn't the strength left to fight anything.

I'm going to die here, I'm not healing, my wounds hurt...

I'm going to die in agony as my body slowly decays...

Hitting my head against the nightstand, I started to slide down to the floor. Hitting my head against the ground, I fell onto my side, and felt cold? Alone? Scared? I don't want to die, I want to live a little longer... But, I can't...

I can't cling to life anymore, it's too late for me. . . .

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No, I can't go out like this, I can still heal myself...

I need blood, I need fresh blood, it's the only way...

Glancing over, it's still fresh, not living, but it'll still do...

I hope, I'm hanging on a few strings, any longer, I won't.

Pushing the ground, I'm too heavy to lift.

Grabbing the nightstand, I'm still to heavy.

I can't get up, I can't get up, I can't get up!

Blinking and seeing black cover my vision.

Consuming my vision as the lights were going out.

Everything faded to black, but not giving up, I reached.

Reaching for anything, I reached behind me and felt one thing, denim, and pinching it, my hand envelopes it and I pulled, pulling it down and onto the floor half over me.

It was the man's body, and feeling as it was still warm, I twisted and turned, squirmed and pushed even more, I'll do whatever I can, hitting the bed's leg and even hitting myself, I forced myself onto my back, and saw him.

Grabbing onto his cloak, feeling his weapons and tools, his arm was right next to me, and pulling myself to it at a slight and rugged pace as I could barely move myself.

I managed to get his hand in my hold, and pulling it to my split open lip, I put one of his dirty hands into my mouth, feeling as it pushed my split lip apart.

And despite the pain, I sunk my fangs into the tip and side of his finger, allowing blood to spill in and out of my mouth at a slow pace, but it's not enough to save me.

But forcing myself to drink this man's blood this way, I closed my eyes and savored the taste until it consumed me, before I knew it, I pulled my head to his hand, and I was biting his palm, and when I could, I got to his wrist.

After 2 minutes, I managed to lightly squirm, and as I pulled myself and him together, I was drinking whatever was in his arm, swallowing mouthfuls at a time as my fangs managed to help draw out his blood greatly.

And as it was almost enough, I managed to pull myself up after another 5 minutes, and getting on my knees, I felt like collapsing then and there, but I straddled him.

Moving onto his lap as a stake sat under my butt and I seducingly climbed up his body, almost begging him if he was alive, but I went crazy, crazy for this man's blood.

And grabbing his shirt an tearing it from the neck down, I managed to wrap my arms around his body and bite into his side, chest, and finally made my way to his neck.

I wanted to bury him at first, with the respect of having a normal burial as a hunter... But I'll have to decimate him.

I mean, it's not like I already haven't, I'm doing this to him.

And as water fell down my face as I was enjoying what I was doing, it also hurt me, as I broke all my promise.

I said I'd never hurt another being, yet right now I don't even care.

I really am a monster...

Sitting up, and pressing my hands against his chest.

"Do you see me, you were right! I am a monster!"

Yet as water fell down my chin, and I smiled, my heart hurt, looking at him as blood came down his cheeks, I.

I know I'm going to have to live with this.

And I doubt it's going to affect me much.

I'll just have to add him to another person I hurt.

After all, I got over it before, why do I care so much now.

Maybe my dream of being a medic influenced me too much.

Who cares though, it's not like I can turn back now.

But it still hurts, both physically and not...

Why the hell did I do this.

"WHY!!!"

"WHY!!! WHY!! WHY!"

Crying my eyes out, "Why can't I change..." and yet I...

I still do this.

Leaning down, and grabbing my side, I tore out the stake and sunk my fangs into his neck, I'm sorry, forgive me....

Please forgive me, I never wanted this mister hunter.

I just wanted to start a new life and survive.

But I guess I made too many mistakes.

I'll have to be more cautious now.

For the next time I have to eat.

I promise, I'll be careful.

And if I can't, then...

I'll kill myself.