Post by wackycheese on Sept 16, 2007 11:50:59 GMT -5
I will rate this teen for mild profanity and some violence.
It is a story about a vampire who leads a girl to her ultimate demise and she leads him to his. So enjpy!
He had long red hair that shadowed his soulful, gemstone blue eyes and a smile that could stop any girl’s heart. He was well-muscled, but not overly toned, and his pale skin was decorated with various tattoos running up his arms. Every time I saw him, my heart fluttered in my chest. The room would spin.
I loved him so much, and the day he asked me out was probably the best day of my life. I know I sound like an immature, swooning teenager with nothing better to do, but when you’re tied to a chair in your boyfriend’s basement waiting to die, what is there to think about? When the love of your life kidnaps you and tortures you and you know it’s the end, what would you think about? I relive the good things. I think about what is dear to me and what I’ll miss, and even that I will die, but I don’t whine about how it’s the end and God it’ll be painful. Even though it will be.
Honestly, when everything’s gone wrong and can’t be fixed, it’s not really necessary to dwell on your mistakes and mishaps of the past. I didn’t used to see things like this. Before, I would whine about everything and blame everyone. Now I’ve come to terms that some things can not be fixed and so why should I worry myself with them? I’d rather have my first kiss again then fall down a hill again, thanks.
The cellar door slowly opens and light form the upstairs dimly illuminates the basement. I see his shadow, and my insides squirm with fear, but I’m still excited to know it’s him. Excited simply because he once loved me and I hope he’ll see this and let me free. But he’s already promised me that I’ll die, and hell, that excites me too. I’ve had enough of this.
He slowly walks down the groaning wooden stairs, his body radiating in this bare light. In one hand he has a plate and in the other a lighter. My insides were absolutely raving, dancing and squirming and making me sick. My heart fluttered in my chest. The room spun. And I wanted to puke.
He reached me and knelt down to eye-level, putting down the plate and lighter gingerly. However disgusting he was, I was still marred by his absolute beauty. I couldn’t be afraid and yet I was very afraid. My body shook violently as he smiled slowly, the grin not quite reaching his eyes. There was something intense in his eyes. Finally, would I perish? I’d given up on praying for it, now I only hoped, and rather vainly, too.
“Would you like some thing to eat? You look famished,” he said teasingly.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I nodded.
“Oh, that’s a sad shame.” He pouted mockingly, then smirked again. “All the food is gone, sorry. But I still have a little meal waiting.” He picked up the lighter and flicked it, the flame jiggling around. He extinguished it and glared at me through his hair.
That little meal is me, I kept thinking.
“I fancy myself a great hunter, you know,” he continued. “Like a cat. The cat catches his prey and plays with it before it dies, then he eats it and goes on to catch new prey. Unbelievably I have modeled myself exactly after that exact hunting regimen. I catch my prey” (me) “then I play with it a little before having a good meal. Usually I them catch when I’m only a little hungry, like I did with you, so that I could play with them. But tonight I am very hungry, you see?”
My heart was beating so hard that I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted to live. I cried silently, and he stared inquisitively. A strange looked crossed his face.
“You know,” he contemplated, “you don’t have to die really. I really did like you, you were one of my better catches. And a good kisser. I want to stay with you, it would be sad shame to just kill you off. And after this you’ll have so much potential. How would you like to be a vampire like me? We could be a team. Double threat.”
“No,” I muttered through clenched teeth. I wanted to die again. I would rather be cold and rotting physically then mentally, like him. I didn’t want to be a monster. I didn’t even eat beef, so I sure as hell wasn’t eating people. And I didn’t love him anymore.
“I’m afraid that you don’t have a choice,” he growled. “I need a partner, a mate, or I will die. And unfortunately I am a selfish creature. You are perfect for me, willful and strong. Imagine the greatness we could produce, my love. Just imagine it.”
I didn’t know hat he was talking about, with the greatness and such, unless it was kids, and I was having kids with him. Not ever. I wouldn’t aid him in creating more monsters. Not ever.
“It is time that the rightful owners of this world took it back, love. I am tired of living by your human status quo, your petty rules. When I am finished there will still be humans, as many as there are now, as they are necessary, but there will be vampires too, and they shall be more in abundance. Not as many as humans, but many, all the same. It will take a long time but it will be accomplished. We will be unstoppable,” he was hissing in my ear now, on top of me. I knew that this would now be torture gone to rape, but I never thought about it. Of course, I only saw that because rape is an unconceivable horror, and so were my other ordeals. I never actually expected it, though.
“Please,” I croaked, my voice dry as well as my throat, “don’t do this to me.”
He was kissing me on my neck, and I was very afraid.
“Why? It’s not rape if you like it,” he breathed. “And I know you do.”
d**n, I did. But that didn’t mean I wanted it.
“No,” I moaned. “Please. Please kill me.”
“I can’t,” he whispered and sank his fangs into my neck. For a minute there was just white, white everywhere, and then it exploded into blackness and horrifying pain. I don’t how long I stayed like that, or if I screamed or not, but know that it took so long. And then I felt normal again. Yet stronger, and more capable.
When he came back down he untied my ropes and took me into his arms, telling how great things would be and how we would rule the world. It was all very cute, but I still hated him. So that night, as he slept, I killed both him and myself, and it was surprisingly easy to do. Who knew vampires could be killed with a meat cleaver? I hacked at his torso after stabbing him and he barely stirred. All I had to do was slit my wrists and it was over.
And I am happy I did it. I’ve saved mankind, kind of, so I’m like a superhero. Except for the fact that we didn’t die completely, only our bodies. Our souls remain, needy for a host, and he’s out looking for one, and easy, beautiful one like the last. I, on the other hand, plan not to find one and live out my eternity in peace, as it’s not really being alive when you’re a soul in somebody else’s body. As I’ve said before, the past can’t be changed so I will just wait for the future, and think about our first kiss, at peace still in his basement.
It is a story about a vampire who leads a girl to her ultimate demise and she leads him to his. So enjpy!
He had long red hair that shadowed his soulful, gemstone blue eyes and a smile that could stop any girl’s heart. He was well-muscled, but not overly toned, and his pale skin was decorated with various tattoos running up his arms. Every time I saw him, my heart fluttered in my chest. The room would spin.
I loved him so much, and the day he asked me out was probably the best day of my life. I know I sound like an immature, swooning teenager with nothing better to do, but when you’re tied to a chair in your boyfriend’s basement waiting to die, what is there to think about? When the love of your life kidnaps you and tortures you and you know it’s the end, what would you think about? I relive the good things. I think about what is dear to me and what I’ll miss, and even that I will die, but I don’t whine about how it’s the end and God it’ll be painful. Even though it will be.
Honestly, when everything’s gone wrong and can’t be fixed, it’s not really necessary to dwell on your mistakes and mishaps of the past. I didn’t used to see things like this. Before, I would whine about everything and blame everyone. Now I’ve come to terms that some things can not be fixed and so why should I worry myself with them? I’d rather have my first kiss again then fall down a hill again, thanks.
The cellar door slowly opens and light form the upstairs dimly illuminates the basement. I see his shadow, and my insides squirm with fear, but I’m still excited to know it’s him. Excited simply because he once loved me and I hope he’ll see this and let me free. But he’s already promised me that I’ll die, and hell, that excites me too. I’ve had enough of this.
He slowly walks down the groaning wooden stairs, his body radiating in this bare light. In one hand he has a plate and in the other a lighter. My insides were absolutely raving, dancing and squirming and making me sick. My heart fluttered in my chest. The room spun. And I wanted to puke.
He reached me and knelt down to eye-level, putting down the plate and lighter gingerly. However disgusting he was, I was still marred by his absolute beauty. I couldn’t be afraid and yet I was very afraid. My body shook violently as he smiled slowly, the grin not quite reaching his eyes. There was something intense in his eyes. Finally, would I perish? I’d given up on praying for it, now I only hoped, and rather vainly, too.
“Would you like some thing to eat? You look famished,” he said teasingly.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I nodded.
“Oh, that’s a sad shame.” He pouted mockingly, then smirked again. “All the food is gone, sorry. But I still have a little meal waiting.” He picked up the lighter and flicked it, the flame jiggling around. He extinguished it and glared at me through his hair.
That little meal is me, I kept thinking.
“I fancy myself a great hunter, you know,” he continued. “Like a cat. The cat catches his prey and plays with it before it dies, then he eats it and goes on to catch new prey. Unbelievably I have modeled myself exactly after that exact hunting regimen. I catch my prey” (me) “then I play with it a little before having a good meal. Usually I them catch when I’m only a little hungry, like I did with you, so that I could play with them. But tonight I am very hungry, you see?”
My heart was beating so hard that I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted to live. I cried silently, and he stared inquisitively. A strange looked crossed his face.
“You know,” he contemplated, “you don’t have to die really. I really did like you, you were one of my better catches. And a good kisser. I want to stay with you, it would be sad shame to just kill you off. And after this you’ll have so much potential. How would you like to be a vampire like me? We could be a team. Double threat.”
“No,” I muttered through clenched teeth. I wanted to die again. I would rather be cold and rotting physically then mentally, like him. I didn’t want to be a monster. I didn’t even eat beef, so I sure as hell wasn’t eating people. And I didn’t love him anymore.
“I’m afraid that you don’t have a choice,” he growled. “I need a partner, a mate, or I will die. And unfortunately I am a selfish creature. You are perfect for me, willful and strong. Imagine the greatness we could produce, my love. Just imagine it.”
I didn’t know hat he was talking about, with the greatness and such, unless it was kids, and I was having kids with him. Not ever. I wouldn’t aid him in creating more monsters. Not ever.
“It is time that the rightful owners of this world took it back, love. I am tired of living by your human status quo, your petty rules. When I am finished there will still be humans, as many as there are now, as they are necessary, but there will be vampires too, and they shall be more in abundance. Not as many as humans, but many, all the same. It will take a long time but it will be accomplished. We will be unstoppable,” he was hissing in my ear now, on top of me. I knew that this would now be torture gone to rape, but I never thought about it. Of course, I only saw that because rape is an unconceivable horror, and so were my other ordeals. I never actually expected it, though.
“Please,” I croaked, my voice dry as well as my throat, “don’t do this to me.”
He was kissing me on my neck, and I was very afraid.
“Why? It’s not rape if you like it,” he breathed. “And I know you do.”
d**n, I did. But that didn’t mean I wanted it.
“No,” I moaned. “Please. Please kill me.”
“I can’t,” he whispered and sank his fangs into my neck. For a minute there was just white, white everywhere, and then it exploded into blackness and horrifying pain. I don’t how long I stayed like that, or if I screamed or not, but know that it took so long. And then I felt normal again. Yet stronger, and more capable.
When he came back down he untied my ropes and took me into his arms, telling how great things would be and how we would rule the world. It was all very cute, but I still hated him. So that night, as he slept, I killed both him and myself, and it was surprisingly easy to do. Who knew vampires could be killed with a meat cleaver? I hacked at his torso after stabbing him and he barely stirred. All I had to do was slit my wrists and it was over.
And I am happy I did it. I’ve saved mankind, kind of, so I’m like a superhero. Except for the fact that we didn’t die completely, only our bodies. Our souls remain, needy for a host, and he’s out looking for one, and easy, beautiful one like the last. I, on the other hand, plan not to find one and live out my eternity in peace, as it’s not really being alive when you’re a soul in somebody else’s body. As I’ve said before, the past can’t be changed so I will just wait for the future, and think about our first kiss, at peace still in his basement.