Stories:: Forgotten Desires 0

Prologue

Jinx's View:
From what I remembered, I was still standing in the middle of Adalaide Forest after running out of the large white and black trimmed mansion I call my home.
Adalaide Forest is a huge and dense forest named after my deceased mother. The trees are huge and thick, making it almost impossible to see anything. There are miles and miles of the same thickness and density of pure emerald green until a tiny little town is reached. The only route to and from the small city is a well-hidden cutout path that's almost completely straight and terribly narrow. Only two average-sized humans can fit through with just enough space to not be bumping into trees.
The pathway leads up to my home- the enormous mansion. Three stories high, a grand white mansion with black trim and a large porch held up by marble pillars and covered by a rooftop extending from the rest of the front of it's face. In the back, an even larger deck that stands a few feet higher than the porch and is also held up by the same marble pillars.
Inside, it's rather dark, as I like to keep it. The walls are a placid black with red trimmed into the window panes, the grand staircase located on the right side of the house when you enter the front doors, the doorways and halls, and the fireplace located in the main room on the left when you enter the front doors.
Upstairs, there are many rooms - far too many for me to even count, let alone keep track of what each one is. My room is one of the closet to the grand staircase though, three doors to the left on your left side when you walk the halls.
There is also an attic on the floor above the upstairs- a well-furnished homely area that looks almost like just a smaller version of the first floor; black and red with two sides separated, one housed the staircase downstairs and the other with a couch, a bookshelf, and the rest the of the chimney seen heading to the rooftop.
The first floor entrance doorway is a grand, beautifully decorated, double-doors doorway that is painted red and stands at eight feet high.
I love my home, but I do not live alone; I live with my brother, Kaige, and my sisters, Garnet and Halo, along with my dearest and nearest friend in the world, Iolanthe.
Iolanthe has very long, rather dark blond hair that has streaks of lighter blond running through it. Iolanthe’s eyes are crisp, glimmering sky blue color that appears to reflect the air on cloudless days itself. Her skin is a soft pale, like a peach cream color and she's not very tall; about 5'3 at the most, shorter than Kaige, Halo and I, but an inch taller than Garnet.
She is... different, to say the least, from the rest of us. Compared to the rest of the world she's completely normal, but to the rest of us she's the odd one out...
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I was staggering along the narrow path that led to and from the town and my mansion home. My brain was pulsing and my blood was on fire, everything was a complete blur.
I hadn't fed in several days, which had deteriorated my health drastically. I needed blood, and I would soon lose control and attack the first living thing I saw if I didn't get it soon.
At the time, as I trudged toward town, gasping for air and praying I would keep sane until I had satisfied my need, I hoped above anything that I would not meet Iolanthe as I wandered down this path.
Iolanthe had gone into the little town to buy food. Being the only one who needed that kind of food, she of course was the one to buy it.
Please, heavens and earth, whatever God or deities are out there, keep me sane until I've fed and please don't let me meet her. My mind continued to repeat pleadingly over and over.
The air was growing brisker and the sky was growing darker as late night approached rapidly, making my thirst worsen all the more.
My usually perfect eyesight was foggy and creating illusions of seeing figures and people.
Oh no. My brain screamed. This could not have been... if only it hadn't been... it was.
"J-Jinx?? Why are you out here?" Iolanthe's voice was strong and concerned, as it almost always was.
She watched me stagger closer and closer for several moments more until her face showed the real signs of worry.
Her eyes questioned if I was alright, and I could practically hear her concerned tone as she spoke to me even when no words could be heard, her shimmering blue eyes glowing in the moonlight with her worry.
"I-Iolanthe... stay... back..." I pathetically whimpered out with a strained tone through gasps of air.
She had a very directly defiant look tainted with finality on her pale face. She dropped the grocery bags she'd been carrying and ran towards me. Oh how I wished she'd listened to me and kept her distance or run back towards the town.
I began to straighten my posture, not really doing it myself... as if something else had control of my motions and actions.
"You look delicious tonight." I chuckled darkly, sounding like a demon straight from Hell itself. I didn't sound at all like myself, and I knew that I wasn't- I had lost all control over anything, all I could do was watch with a disoriented view from behind the demon's eyes. Horror filled my every sane thought left as I watched, unable to stop myself from the vicious act I was about to commit.
"D-don't touch me!" she yelled defensively, holding her hands up now, realizing what was truly happening to me.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" the creature's voice came again from my lips with another disgusting laugh of delight.
She screamed, shrill and high-pitched from fear, the bravery gone from her voice and face as the fear entered. I could hear it clearly as she tried to stop me.
I snickered at the sound of her scream, a taunting hint to my demon's expression as it moved for me, continuously advancing closer to Iolanthe.
She stepped back again and quickly ran out of room to move away from the creature I'd become when her back hit a nearby tree at the edge of the narrow path. Within seconds, I'd gotten over her, leaving no room for escape and she was pinned.
I put one hand on the tree above Iolanthe's blond-haired head, and the other reached to grip to her upper arm tightly, holding her in place.
"N-no!" she yelped in a higher-pitched, frightened tone. There was nothing that she could have done to prevent the beast that impersonated me and continued the attack.
My lips reached my neck and my fangs dug into her flesh eagerly, practically able to taste the blood before it had hit my tongue.
There was now a fresh wound and the warm, thick, red liquid spilled out and leaked into my mouth as I swallowed it greedily.
I held her there, drinking of her blood, for quite a long time, feeling her blood drain and her consciousness leave her more and more every moment.
Slowly, I pulled my lips back from her throat and released my jaw's grip, the blood flow slowing and dripping from the wound.
My eyes widened in shock at what I'd just done. I had regained my control, and I was absolutely horrified as I stared at my limp victim.
"Iolanthe... I'm so sorry." I whispered, my tone back to the normal way it was instead of sounding like a demonic hiss.
I wrapped my arms around her carefully, making sure not to harm her further, and lifted her with ease, cradling her against my chest.
I turned my head to look toward the path, the way that lead to home. I began to walk that way, watching the girl in my arms for any signs of awakening.