How I Became Broken
I was drunk, staggering through the streets of downtown Mobile, Alabama. I breathed in the sweet smell of life and death and life happening all around me. I could feel the thump of my wicked heart as I looked for a kill savoring the vitality of those around me; the mortal, the living are my prey, dinner for the half gone, the vampeil. That's right, a vampeil. The half-dead cross between vampire and living. The abomination of the order of fur-freedom and humanity. It don't matter what I feed on, be it morph or human, as long as it fills my nightly blood thirst. My thin mink frame easily slipped into the darkness. The only thing visible that warns people of what I am are my eyes. My eyes are a deadly and blood red sign of rage, a sign of many kills. Nobody notices my red hair, because all the young furs seem to be dyeing their hair my wicked color these days. I do hate my imitators. However, I will always kill the murderers, rapists, and thieves before I will kill someone innocent.
I was not always what I am today. I used to be whole, mortal. Not living off the vile and evil and becoming the same as them in the process. My life before I was broken was bitter-sweet, but I was happy. My mother and father were both minks. My mom was originally from Germany, and my dad was from this land. His ancestors were a located in the Smokey Mountains. When the others came from across the ocean, his tribe scattered to the winds blending with all the different morphs and humans that dominated this land.
I know my heritage well, but I didn't know the world I was exposed to when I was thrown out of the house at sixteen. I was gay, something my parents could not live with. I was to them a piece of trash stuck to their shoe, so they started over and left me for dead with the shirt on my back. After leaving everything behind at home, I wandered to my grandparent's house in Mobile. Actually, I should say grandmother's, because when I was a pup, she married an old basset hound after my grandfather died. She cursed my father and mother for their actions and gladly let me into their home.
It was about a month after I moved in with my grandparents when it happened. I was out late with a few friends, walking through the park when we saw someone was following us. We scattered, but he decided to follow me. He quickly overtook me with unnatural speed, and all I saw was his feline grin before he ripped into my neck, nursing me of my blood, my very life-force and essence. I was ditched in the bushes, barely alive. Seconds later, I blacked out. I heard someone whispering, and I opened my eyes not to a hospital room, but in a bed, and a real comfortable one, I might add. As I rose up, a feminine voice told me to take it easy. I looked around for its source to catch eyes with an old lioness standing at the foot off the bed. She seemed to be clad in clothing that looked like it was from another century. I sat up, and she smiled and asked me how I was feeling.
"Well, I'm fine, but I'm a little hungry."
She told me she would handle that in a few minutes, but then she seemed to trail off. I wrinkled up my eyebrows and said "what?" I was beginning to get scared.
Sitting beside me, she held my paw in her hand and started.
"Young one, I found you last night in the bushes, a result of one of my brethren, a fellow vampire. You are very fortunate you didn't die and become a vampire. You live on because your body refused to die last night. This makes you a vampeil, and the first vampeil in over a thousand years. You are half living and half dead. You have all the same adaptations of a vampire, but your body is still living. I must warn you as a vampeil you can act as any other mortal: eat normal food, sleep at night, and walk during the day. However, at night or whenever you find time you will have to feed on the blood of others. You being half dead, your body is no longer able to produce blood for itself unless you drink from the one who made you this way. You must not kill him. You would have to leave him the same way that he left you. Afterwards, I will find him and take care of him."
"Who are you?"
Young one I am the death bringer, the grim reaper of the vampires. It is my duty to end those who break our great coven's rule of not killing the innocent. Tread lightly young one or I will come for you.
I blacked out.
I woke up groggily, staggering out of the park with a burning sensation spreading throughout my body. I realized I needed to feed, however I was confused of what to do. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man staggering around drunk. I could hear his heart beating, and I could smell his blood. Before I knew what I was doing, I was releasing him from my grip, leaving him for worse.
I was hysterical from what I did. I ran back home, unnoticing of how fast I was moving. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my blood covered shirt and face. I decide to take a long shower. Once I stepped under the jets of hot water, my mind cleared. I had no regrets anymore, and I decided that I had to find the one who did this to me.