Post by Milk on Mar 3, 2008 21:58:05 GMT -5
The dead corpse of a woman lay in a soft quilt of dead, colorful leaves. A light breeze ruffled her loose cotton shirt as the pale moonlight hit her skin in a perfect way so it shown upon her slit neck. A red-eyed man stared down at her, the bloodlust still lingering in his eyes.
Hours earlier, as the sun was setting, the woman had been sitting calmly at a coffee shop. She had gotten a message on her cellular phone asking her to meet her 'friend' there.
The surprise on her face when he sat across from her. She asked a few questions...Who I was? Why was I there? Who told me to come there? Mostly things like that.
I calmly answered and said I was told to come here. She seemed suprised to find her 'friend' had told her to come and meet her there. She had been fooled by my calm manner and clever acting.
Good.
The night passed and she seemed to take an interest in me. My plan was going all too well...
I lured her in with an inviting smile, a charming flirt, and a cute expression of young naivity.
We stood and walked down a relatively busy empty road. I took in her appearance thoroughly.
Her hair was a thick, chesnut brown color. Her skin was a very light tanned color with two or three beauty marks dotting her face and somewhat large nose. Her left eyebrow was pierced...I thought that was a bad decision. It drew attention away from her hazel-brown eyes. Her lips were full.
My eyes searched down her body, moving from her delicately average face. Her body was covered in an Indian-type shirt, cotton and white...It seemed to symobolize her obvious innocence in my own head. Her breasts were maybe an B-cup. Her pants were simple jeans and she wore Converse shoes.
My eyes returned to her long, slender neck. What had drawn me to this patheticly average woman? Why this one? These questions ravaged my mind as we neared the park where fate would ensare her in its deadly hands.
Simple. Her scent and her neck combined. She smelled of Jasmine, a very delicious smell if one has ever taken a decent wiff of it. And...her neck...It was so very long...slender...virginous.
I wanted that neck. I wanted it so badly, I began to plot the woman's death for years...Three years to be exact.
I had to find her home, her phone numbers, her emails, her schools, her friends, her family, and a lot of other information.
But not her name. I never did, and never will, find her name...It gets in the way of...The want.
Finally, three years passed, and the woman was twenty-one at the most.
I used the cell phone of a friend of hers. It was easy...Woman are very easy to seduce into giving favors.
After getting that out of the way. I waited a few minutes as if to show up purposefully late, when really I was waiting to for the woman so I could prepare my act and enjoy my later feast.
And then we were at the secluded part of the park. It was on the edge of the forest...My she was trusting...So trusting...So delicately average.
I got her up against a tree. Our lips touched in a falsely lustful kiss. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her arms moved up against my arms. It reminded me of my strength and of her fragility.
Our kiss almost deepened when I began to move my way down her soft jaw, over one beauty mark, and down her neck. My lips and teeth began to search her neck for that lovely road filled with red cars carrying sweet flavors.
My fangs elongated and found that sweet artery carrying her blood. She was far-gone by now, off in a land of sensuality and pleasure.
A rough bit and hand covering her mouth didn't interupt that at first. He was drinking the fluid that leaked from her veins valiently, when she finally began to notice.
She screamed and struggled, but vampiric strength I had kept her pinned down and ensnared in my grasp.
Her body began to weaken, and thus I released her. She fell to the ground and lay there. He knelt down and drew a knife.
From there her neck became decorated with a murderer's fashion. Oh! Lucky me...I was able to immitate the way the current neck-slitter cut his...
I stood and licked my lips, and slowly took out a hankerchief I had and wiped my lip. Then, in a sickly manner if one watched, I liked the blood from the hankerchief like an addict.
The moon shone from the clouds for the first time on the autumn night. A limp corpse of a nameless woman lay in a pile of dead autumn leaves.
A vampire stared with bloodlust eyes at her body. Red droplets and one stain touched the white cotton shirt...
Red had tainted the white.
A vampire had taken an innocent.
The vampire blinked, then turned away from her body. He took in a deep breath, then disappeared into the night as many had before him.
((I posted it here because Quizilla is being stupid agian and won't publish it on my site. XO))
Hours earlier, as the sun was setting, the woman had been sitting calmly at a coffee shop. She had gotten a message on her cellular phone asking her to meet her 'friend' there.
The surprise on her face when he sat across from her. She asked a few questions...Who I was? Why was I there? Who told me to come there? Mostly things like that.
I calmly answered and said I was told to come here. She seemed suprised to find her 'friend' had told her to come and meet her there. She had been fooled by my calm manner and clever acting.
Good.
The night passed and she seemed to take an interest in me. My plan was going all too well...
I lured her in with an inviting smile, a charming flirt, and a cute expression of young naivity.
We stood and walked down a relatively busy empty road. I took in her appearance thoroughly.
Her hair was a thick, chesnut brown color. Her skin was a very light tanned color with two or three beauty marks dotting her face and somewhat large nose. Her left eyebrow was pierced...I thought that was a bad decision. It drew attention away from her hazel-brown eyes. Her lips were full.
My eyes searched down her body, moving from her delicately average face. Her body was covered in an Indian-type shirt, cotton and white...It seemed to symobolize her obvious innocence in my own head. Her breasts were maybe an B-cup. Her pants were simple jeans and she wore Converse shoes.
My eyes returned to her long, slender neck. What had drawn me to this patheticly average woman? Why this one? These questions ravaged my mind as we neared the park where fate would ensare her in its deadly hands.
Simple. Her scent and her neck combined. She smelled of Jasmine, a very delicious smell if one has ever taken a decent wiff of it. And...her neck...It was so very long...slender...virginous.
I wanted that neck. I wanted it so badly, I began to plot the woman's death for years...Three years to be exact.
I had to find her home, her phone numbers, her emails, her schools, her friends, her family, and a lot of other information.
But not her name. I never did, and never will, find her name...It gets in the way of...The want.
Finally, three years passed, and the woman was twenty-one at the most.
I used the cell phone of a friend of hers. It was easy...Woman are very easy to seduce into giving favors.
After getting that out of the way. I waited a few minutes as if to show up purposefully late, when really I was waiting to for the woman so I could prepare my act and enjoy my later feast.
And then we were at the secluded part of the park. It was on the edge of the forest...My she was trusting...So trusting...So delicately average.
I got her up against a tree. Our lips touched in a falsely lustful kiss. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her arms moved up against my arms. It reminded me of my strength and of her fragility.
Our kiss almost deepened when I began to move my way down her soft jaw, over one beauty mark, and down her neck. My lips and teeth began to search her neck for that lovely road filled with red cars carrying sweet flavors.
My fangs elongated and found that sweet artery carrying her blood. She was far-gone by now, off in a land of sensuality and pleasure.
A rough bit and hand covering her mouth didn't interupt that at first. He was drinking the fluid that leaked from her veins valiently, when she finally began to notice.
She screamed and struggled, but vampiric strength I had kept her pinned down and ensnared in my grasp.
Her body began to weaken, and thus I released her. She fell to the ground and lay there. He knelt down and drew a knife.
From there her neck became decorated with a murderer's fashion. Oh! Lucky me...I was able to immitate the way the current neck-slitter cut his...
I stood and licked my lips, and slowly took out a hankerchief I had and wiped my lip. Then, in a sickly manner if one watched, I liked the blood from the hankerchief like an addict.
The moon shone from the clouds for the first time on the autumn night. A limp corpse of a nameless woman lay in a pile of dead autumn leaves.
A vampire stared with bloodlust eyes at her body. Red droplets and one stain touched the white cotton shirt...
Red had tainted the white.
A vampire had taken an innocent.
The vampire blinked, then turned away from her body. He took in a deep breath, then disappeared into the night as many had before him.
((I posted it here because Quizilla is being stupid agian and won't publish it on my site. XO))