3_ I will take her

Troy,

I'm feeling extremely agitated, and I'm not sure why. Right now, I have this strong urge to confront these guys and resort to violence. As I was talking to the man, I couldn't even recognize my own voice. I felt an overwhelming rage throughout my entire body. My jaw clenched, and I found myself leaning forward slightly, unable to control the urge to harm this man.

Do you really think you can intimidate me with the word "bastard?" The man used it as a signal that he wanted to meet his demise at my hands. I couldn't resist the temptation to teach him a lesson he would never forget. Without uttering a word, I proceeded to physically assault him.

I feel my rage and frustration intensifying with each passing moment. It seems like nothing and no one can stand in my way.

Simultaneously, I unleashed a series of punches and kicks, causing him to bleed profusely on the floor. I was determined to continue my violent actions without any regard for the consequences. I treated him like a punching bag until a large group of people attempted to intervene. However, I knew deep down that I possessed far greater strength than they could comprehend.

But then, something happened that made me pause. A girl's voice broke through the haze in my mind, urging me to stop before I ended up killing him. In an instant, my vision cleared, and I halted my assault. I was astonished that her tender and sweet voice had the power to tame the beast within me.

I quickly stood up and composed myself, first directing my gaze towards the girl and then surveying my surroundings. I overheard her friends expressing deep concern for her.

"Airlea, are you okay? Did anything happen to you?" one of her friends asked with concern.

I observed as she shook her head, her gaze fixed on me.

Airlea... What is it about you that I find so irresistible? I'm eager to understand. Is it your innocent face? My eyes lingered on her, and she returned my gaze. I allowed myself a moment to study her more closely. It was evident that she possessed a captivating beauty, which is likely why she caught my attention.

As she turned to walk away, I felt a surge of panic and impulsively reached out, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies almost collided, and in that moment, the air between us seemed to crackle, carrying the scent of her fragrance. She smelled delightful, and it was the first time I had been drawn to a human girl in such a way. It felt as though she was meant for me alone.

Her friends were understandably alarmed by my unexpected action. To reassure them, I quickly assured them that their friend was safe with me. "I have no intention of harming her, tsk." Consequently, they allowed me to lead the girl outside. "Where to?" one of them asked, their concern evident.

"Would you allow me to accompany you home?" I asked the girl, without saying anything else.

"I insist," I declared, noticing the instant horror on her face and raising an eyebrow in response. What was she thinking?

However, the real issue at hand is what is happening to me. Why do I feel such a strong sense of responsibility to protect her at any cost?

I gazed at her face once again, and I found myself captivated by her beautiful purple eyes. Her almond-shaped face and delicate nose perfectly complemented her stunning features. Her creamy white skin appeared as soft as cotton, and I couldn't help but think that her petite frame would be fragile if touched.

I'm at a loss for explanations as to why my body reacts this way to a girl. My normally cold body feels inexplicably hot, and I can't recall ever experiencing such sensations before. After all, I am a vampire, right? I have existed as one for nearly a century and a half. What is happening to me? The longer I spend with her, the more intense this heat becomes. Despite the unfamiliarity of these overwhelming sensations, I find myself strangely enjoying them.

What exactly is this? What was I thinking?

"What do you think you're doing? I'm not going with you!" she yelled in my face, snapping me back to reality.

"I am taking you home," I responded calmly yet assertively.

However, her actions ignited a surge of anger within me. She kicked my second head. Damn it! I felt an overwhelming urge to punish her right then and there.

Before I could respond, she abruptly stepped back inside the bar. Frustration welled up within me as I longed to go home, but my feet seemed unwilling to move. My entire body was now engulfed in a fiery sensation, and being in her presence seemed to bring me a sense of calm. However, I couldn't shake the fear that if I revealed myself again, she would kick me once more. Right?

So, reluctantly, I resorted to an action that I despised as a vampire. I forced myself to transform into my spirit form, and now I find myself in the form of a cat!

This is just one of the countless powers that vampires like myself possess. I vanished in a flash, as if there had been thunder right where I had been hiding. Although maneuvering through a crowded place like this is challenging, I managed to go unnoticed as I entered. After all, I am incredibly small, and there's a risk of someone accidentally stepping on me. Yet, despite the foolishness of my actions, I persist in seeking her attention by snuggling against her legs, even though she had kicked me earlier. It just feels so good.

I know that no one can resist my charm. So... She'd ...fucked! I took off and flew away.

Did she kick me again?

But the good news is that it's not down there like it was a few minutes ago. 

Damnation! I want to scream, but it hurts.

I cautiously approached her once again, my feline form moving with a mix of trepidation and hope. Despite the fear of being kicked again, I couldn't resist the pull to be near her. As I drew closer, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She seemed surprised, perhaps even intrigued, by my persistence.

"Look, Lea! The cat likes you!" one of her friends exclaimed, drawing her attention to my presence. Their words echoed in my ears, filling me with a glimmer of hope.

With a soft meow, I continued to cuddle against her legs, silently pleading for her to acknowledge me. The pain from earlier still lingered, making it difficult for me to express myself fully. I yearned for her to understand and offer me the comfort I craved.

"Meow... Come on, please carry me," I gently urged, hoping that she would respond to my plea for connection and care.

"Air! Fuck hold me now, meow!"

"Meow... Come on, carry me or else!"

*******

Airlea,

I'm really frustrated with that guy, regardless of how attractive or good-looking he may be. Even if he has a captivating appearance, it doesn't excuse his behavior. It's important to remember that physical attractiveness doesn't justify or excuse any actions.

But seriously, he wanted to take me home! Does it make me look like someone who is promiscuous? It's frustrating to be judged based on assumptions and stereotypes.

After a short while, I returned to my friends. Suddenly, I felt a tickling sensation on my legs, so I instinctively kicked at it. However, the sensation persisted, and when I caught a glimpse of what was causing it, I realized it was a cat.

I apologize for my initial reaction. It seems that the cat was seeking attention or affection, and I unintentionally kicked it.

Jenny, my friend, mentioned that the cat seems to like me and tries to play with an item, but it hides behind my legs. Since I'm sitting on the couch, the cat's tail tickles my fancy.

I'm currently at a bar, and it feels a bit odd to dance while carrying a cat. However, the cat followed me. I decided to ignore the cat and continued chatting and enjoying the delicious wine that our boss had provided for our group. When my friends left the dance floor and I was alone, I realized I had finished all the wine without even noticing. It was a surprise when I lifted the glass. Perhaps it's a sign that I should leave, as I feel drained of energy due to the encounter with that guy.

"Do you want another drink?" a man suddenly approached me, offering a glass of wine. He seemed friendly and had a warm smile. I returned his smile and reached for the drink he was offering.

"My name is Paul," he introduced himself, still smiling.

I took a sip of the wine he gave me and expressed my gratitude, saying, "Thank you for this. If you hadn't given me this, I would have gone home after finishing the bottle." However, as the man was about to respond, I started feeling dizzy, as if I were about to collapse.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern.

"Yes, just a little tipsy, I suppose. Excuse me.”

I quickly excused myself without waiting for his response and headed straight to the restroom. Being familiar with the place from working as a dishwasher, I knew exactly where to go. I rushed inside and splashed water on my face, feeling like I was about to collapse. Suddenly, someone caught me just in time. "I've got you, little kitten," a familiar voice said. I turned around to see the same guy who had given me the drink earlier.

The words he uttered immediately sent panic and alarm coursing through me. Was that what he had put in my drink? However, in my disoriented state, I couldn't think clearly. My body felt like it was on fire, and I braced myself for the worst. I couldn't believe that I could become a victim of such a heinous act so easily. I should have been more cautious after accepting the drink. I berated myself for falling into such a trap. I desperately needed help, but my voice came out as nothing more than a whisper, unsure if anyone could hear me.

Before the guy could make any further advances, someone suddenly punched him... Punched him? Wait, did I just see a naked man? Could it be that I was hallucinating? I tried to open my eyes, and as I did, the naked man transformed into a cat... The same cat from earlier. Both the cat and the man who had almost assaulted me were now lying on the ground. Perhaps he slipped when he saw the cat wandering around. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I was saved. At this point, I didn't care anymore.

Since this cat had been the one to rescue me, I felt a sense of gratitude towards it. I decided to take it home and provide it with food and care. I reached down and picked up the cat, assuming it was male based on my blurred vision. Summoning all the strength I had left, I walked out of the bar. When I reached the outside, I gently placed the cat on the ground and let out a yell, "Meow…”

I couldn't help but find him adorable when he uttered those innocent "meows." His white, fluffy coat with bristle-like fur only added to his charm. And those deep blue eyes... I couldn't resist. I let out a sigh and scooped him up in my arms once again.

"Alright, little one, if you're that

fond of me, I'll take you home. But I must warn you, my room isn't exactly the most welcoming place.”