The creation (2)

When Katrina realized the men she just beat up were gone, she hurriedly rushed to where the human alpha lay on the ground to pick him up. She understood that vampires needed blood to survive, hence the need to hunt for food. What she didn’t understand was why these four vampires had to beat this man to pulp.

“They could have just sucked him dry instead. . .”, she thought to herself.

“. . . they could have just easily done that. So why not? Why didn’t they?”, she continued with her thoughts, searching around with her eyes as if to find clue or answers scattered on the ground somewhere. There was nothing. Not even their scents were present anymore.

She remembered when she used to go on missions like this, but this time the mission was different. It was to save a human, not to kill one. It proved difficult. She wasn’t used to saving things or people. She was a born killer. She killed her first pet. A rare, white bat her parents had gifted her on her seventh birthday. She h