slave to sire

Edward wrapped his hands around the policeman's head, snapping his neck before dropping him to the floor, backing slowly his eyes wide.

" Oooh, Edward, what have you done" Clarke shouted placing her hands on top of her head in disbelief.

"I'm ...Sor...sorry..I can't help it"

He caught the other policeman with a moustache around the throat, sank his fangs into his neck for the first time.

Draining him deeply, he lifted his blood covered mouth from his skin, trailing a finger down his cheek as he looked up at him, his tear filled blue eyes forever searing into his mind.

Laying him gently onto the floor, he ignored his raised hand as he stepped out. Moving more out of instinct than skill as he deflected the feeble blow from Jasper, slamming him on the wall, he snarled.

"I swear i will kill you" Jasper spat at him.

Clarke intervened before Jasper and Edward could engage in a fist and bite fight, standing between them, placing her hands on both of their chest's.

"Cut it out guys.We can't afford to be against each other. "

Edward stood there,in a pool of blood, drowning into regrets of his actions.He felt stronger and more alive in his cold walking dead self.The blood felt like a level up from the hunger games and slowly his primal instincts were overshadowing his human side.

"Guys! the third one...where is the third guy?..they were three..damn it guys, told you, we are so fucked up" Jasper yelled looking around the house.

seeing what he had done, Edward dashed out of the cabin as Clarke and Jasper shouted"Nooo Edward, The sun!"

Edward stood in the sun not affected by it.Clarke couldn't believe it.

"what are you?" Jasper asked in astonishment.Edward gazed at them, blood dripping from his eyes(the vampire tear) then disappeared into the forest.

(Months later)

Edward's transformation had left him disoriented and craving the dark elixir that now sustained him. His body felt alien, powerful yet fragile, and he struggled to comprehend the new world he had been thrust into.

He had now joined his sire, the rogue vampire named Lorenzo Nighttraven who had control over him through the sire bond.He held the chains of his obedience, leading him deeper into a realm of darkness he had never imagined.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape as Edward followed Lorenzo through the dense forest. His senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves and distant heartbeat echoing in his ears. lorenzo's laughter danced through the air, a chilling melody that sent shivers down his spine.

"Welcome to your new life, Edward," he purred, hid crimson eyes gleaming with malevolence. "You're no longer bound by the feeble constraints of humanity. Embrace your true nature."

Edward's hunger clawed at him from within, a burning desire that threatened to consume him. He had tasted human blood when he killed the policemen and the memory of its intoxicating sweetness lingered like a taunting ghost. Lorenzo knew his weakness, and she exploited it mercilessly.

"You are my creation, my masterpiece," He hissed, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. "You belong to me, body and soul."

He longed to break free from her thrall, to regain control over his destiny. But His will was a heavy chain around his mind, binding him to her every command. As they prowled through the darkness, he caught the scent of a campfire in the distance. The rhythmic heartbeat of a human pulsed like a beacon in the night.

"Go," Lorenzo whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Feed."

Edward's steps were hesitant at first, his conscience warring with his insatiable thirst. But the pull of the human's life force was too strong to resist. He moved like a shadow, his form nearly invisible in the moonlight as he approached the campsite.

A young woman sat by the fire, her face illuminated by the dancing flames. Her heartbeat quickened as she sensed his presence, but before she could react, he was upon her. The taste of her blood was like an explosion of sensation, a euphoric rush that obliterated his self-control. He drank greedily, losing himself in the ecstasy of the hunt.

As the last traces of consciousness left the woman's eyes, Edward withdrew, his lips stained crimson. The realization of what he had done again crashed over him like a tidal wave, filling him with horror and self-loathing. He had become a monster, a slave to his own base instincts.

He stumbled back to Lorenzo, his body shaking with a mix of revulsion and despair. She looked at him with a cruel smile, her satisfaction evident.

"You see, my dear Edward, this is who you are now," He murmured. "Embrace it, and you'll find power beyond your wildest dreams."

But as Edward gazed at the lifeless body at his feet, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of defiance. The chains that bound him were strong, but somewhere within him, a spark of his humanity still flickered. And Clarke who led a search party was determined to fan that spark into a flame, no matter the cost.