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'I feel so empowered... Like the others. Like the creatures I now walk with. Before, I was nothing but a simple human, just another one of the cattle... But now. Now I have power, strengths. I am awakened.'
He coughed, bending slightly from the force with which little pieces of his lungs loosened and left through his windpipe. Then he straightened up, again assuring himself in his newly found strengths.
He was indeed stronger now than he had ever been before. He could jump from the streets to the rooftops with little effort, run faster than any of the cattle, the humans... He grinned at the thought. Those pathetic beings he was once one of. Then he started coughing again, more blood and little chunks of tissue falling out his gaping mouth. After a few minutes he straightened himself again, wiping some of the blood from his chin. He looked at the substance on his hand.
"I will need to feed now..."
As fast as the wind and as unnoticed as a shadow, he hurried along the silent streets of the night. He would need to break into one of the stables...houses! 'Houses, that's what the cattle calls them... Yes...'
He punched through the hard wood blocking the entrance to one of the houses. It broke easily under the force of his blow, and he failed to notice the destruction it caused on his hand. A few bones shattered, the skin torn apart... His other hand was already like that. It was not like he needed his fingers much anyway.
Well inside, he looked around. Soon he located the bedroom, and quickly slid up there, concealed by the darkness. Then he murdered the cow he found there, and fed upon the blood spilling out onto the covers... It was a silent, messy kill... No one would know he had been there...
Steps behind him. Gurgling a bloody chunk of meat down his throat, he turned around. A young girl stood in front of him, staring at the remnants of her mother.
"What are... What..." Her voice trembled. She was unable to cope with what she saw, was in shock. He smiled, the sick smile of the race he now belonged to. Then he moved towards her, swiftly, like the shadow of a slicing blade.
"You, my little calf, shall be granted a better destiny..." he whispered as she backed away from him, the horrible look of his figure rendering her unable to scream. He grasped her wrists, the splintered and bloody remnants of his fingers digging into them.
"You shall soon be as I, little calf;" She started screaming...
"One of the true rulers of this world. Your people... You call it a disease, an illness. I shall show you it isn't."
He pulled her closer to his decaying body, smells of her fear and young life force filling his broken nose. She could be his bride... He laughed at the obscenity, as she broke into tears and tried to pull away from him. Her struggles were futile, and no one would dare to come out in the darkness to help her.
'Maybe not a bride, merely a servant... Yes, young ones must serve the older and stronger of our race...'
No one would come looking for her. The mess in the bed behind him would let the cattle know what force was behind this. They would not search.
"Come, little calf..." He picked her up, and her screams seemed suddenly stifled. He smiled as he knew it was empowering her blood as it had his...
