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“Why are you doing this” her words trembled out.

A tear had escaped her no longer brave face. I saw the fear in my prey’s eye’s as I gripped her arms tightly, pulling her into my arms. Her fear had arose the thirst even more and yet it prolonged it for when I saw her eye’s I saw what I had become. I felt ashamed, and as I looked away from her horror stricken face. Her face white as a ghost, from the blood rushing down her face and into her racing heart. Every thump her heart produced I felt it in my chest. I let my grip on her die and I ran as fast as I could away from all temptation. One more moment with her I would have taken her off this world, one more second and I would have saw her soft brown eyes dim down to a dark onyx with no life in them. Empty. Her body turn from it’s beautiful soft caramel color to a cold, pale, lifeless stone. Then I would leave her motionless body their on the park floor under the night sky like nothing. Like she was nobody. How could I think of doing that, especially to my best friend who came to comfort me who told me she would stay by my side no matter what. I hated myself. I wanted to shed a tear yet couldn’t my cold heartless body was not able to or didn’t want me to. I ran to a near by forest away from any human life. Though I was away my thirst had not left my throat and I began fantasizing on how the sweet warm blood would feel flowing down my throat and into my veins. How pleasurable it would feel flowing throughout my cold hard body. My eye’s darkened in hunger as I kept thinking of this, intoxicating fluid entering my body. My fangs couldn’t take it, I could feel them piercing my lips in order to escape my mouth and pierce delicate living flesh. I couldn’t take it the thirst was driving me crazy. At that moment a deer had came by. In less then a second my nostrils began to flair with the wonderful smell of warm blood. Next thing I know the deer was on the floor and my fangs were in it’s neck, pressing harder with the desire to take all drops of this, addicting sensational drink going down my throat, away from the carcass. I spilled no drop and the wound was clean cut. I stood up with the blood racing through my blood feeling a sensation of pleasure and satisfaction. My thirst left as I licked my fangs clean and I slowly moved away from the carcass. As I turned away from the carcass I heard someone enter the woods a few feet away.

“Wasn’t it sensational, the blood flowing through your body. Wasn‘t it like nothing you have ever have felt” the voice said in a desirable angle like voice.

I turned and I knew who he was. My creator, my lover, and the person I hated most in this world.




want to see who it is you'll just have to wait for my next entry 4laugh i know you must be mad but don't worry i'll try to write more xd well comment this part at least ^_^ i want to know if i'm good or that i should stop writing sweatdrop
Okay Bye i hope it wasn't too bad