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“What did you DO?!?” Legs scrambled back away from Owen as the vampire wiped his mouth. The bite on the doctor’s neck burned and he could feel blood running down his neck.
“Maybe now you’ll understand,” Owen said before vanishing in a flurry of wings, leaving Legs alone in the woods.
Legs sat on the ground, head in his hands. He’d been *turned,* he was one of them now. He couldn’t be one of them. He couldn’t.
His eyes drifted up through the woods, realizing how much more he could see now. He shuddered as a prickle of pain darted through his neck.
Legs whimpered quietly as he hugged his knees to his chest. He’d done too much wrong, he couldn’t live *forever.* Already he could feel the bloodlust, the hunger, the rage building inside him. This couldn’t be happening… but it was.
Faces flashed in Legs’s mind. Kids he’d sent back into war, soldiers he’d shot, and worst of all the emaciated forms of the people in that town… he shuddered. He knew he’d just fall back into that pattern, worse and worse the longer he went on. He’d already been tempted to break his vow, to hurt the vampires and Avid… he couldn’t stay like this.
‘But you could do so much good in an eternity,’ a little voice in his mind said. It wasn’t wrong. He could continue on his mission, help people, save people… but would he? Was it worth the risk? He ran his tongue over his now-sharpened canines. Could he keep himself from losing control, from hurting someone?
He didn’t know. That was the worst part; he knew there was a possibility of doing good for his whole now-infinite life, but he also wasn’t willing to take the risk. He wasn’t willing to risk hurting anyone. Not again.
Legs stood, grabbing his stake from his belt. He took a deep breath, aiming the sharp bit of wood toward his chest. He knew where his heart was and how to hit it; he’d had to cut into enough people to know.
Legs closed his eyes and thrust the stake deep into his chest. The pain was excruciating and he let out a horrible, inhuman shriek, a sound that brought him back to the worst moments of the war as the life-giving blood drained from his body.
Legs sighed quietly as his mind began to go fuzzy and his vision darkened. At least now he couldn’t hurt anyone else.