A Meal - OPEN

[reilly]

Reilly woke up - well, got up - in the morning. The one thing she missed being human was feeling the warmth under a blanket in the morning. She missed sleeping altogether. This morning, she looked in the mirror. There weren't bags under her eyes or anything - just her perfect, ageless, face. It was enough to make her hate herself.

Sighing, Reilly examined her eyes. There were no laugh lines, or even crows feet. It was perfectly smooth, and pale in colour. The colour of her eyes were more important - they had turned black. It was time to eat again. Rye glanced out her bedroom window. Luckily, it was a cloudy day out. Cloudy, rainy - just her kind of weather. No sun to show that she was different - to show she was a vampire. The sun would only make her stick out like a shining star - she seemed to glow a warm light in the sun. Alas, another curse in her mind to being a vampire.

Swiftly, Reilly changed into some jeans, long sleeved gray shirt, and thew on a sweat shirt. She didn't put on any make up, or do anything with her hair. She didn't really have too. Within a few seconds, Reilly glided to her door, and out into the public - sort of. She lived out in the woods, somewhere where she could safely hunt for animals. It had been sometime since she smelled humans, much less had any sort of company at all.

Rye started into the forest, straight across her small patch of backyard - well, she owned a majority of the surrounding forest so, really the whole thing was her backyard, up until the road - which was twenty miles away. Sniffing the air, Reilly's noise caught scent of some nearby deer. Without making a sound, she ran to their direction, getting within fifty feet of them. Their heads popped up, looking around anxiously. Reilly closed her eyes - letting the other side of her take over for a few moments. Reopening them, her eyes were red with the need for blood. Lunging forward, Reilly wrestled the largest buck to the ground - killing it instantly. In her triamph, Rye drank the animal's blood hungrily. Soon enough, she had her fill - her eyes changing back to their normally brown colour.

Feeling the buck would satisfy her for several days, Rye stuck her hands in her pockets and started back to her house. Along the way, she stopped at a small crick that ran through her property. Reilly stopped there, bending down to wash any blood off her hands and face. The water was ice cold - then again, so was she. Rye could only feel the wetness, and not the temperature. Once clean, she continued back to her empty house. Reilly sighed, thinking her little home in the middle of no where to be pathetic. Still, it was a way of living undected.

Rye began to feel slightly guilty for killing a defenseless creature. It didn't make her feel any less of a monster compared to when she had hunted humans. It wasn't as fun but, at least there wasn't the guilt of taking someone's father, mother, brother, or sister away. It just wasn't right. Animals would only be missed by their mate - not a whole world of people. Reilly heard an uncharactertistic snap of a twig in the distance. She immediately was alert, glancing in all directions. Was someone on her property?

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