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Wanted For Blood

Novel By: P3anut

Gates is just walking around one ordinary night. Until he turns onto that same old desolate street and sees what he wishes he hadn't. That same night, he makes a friend who may be forever his love. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 15, 2014    Reads: 66    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Chapter One:


I don't know why I like walking around at night. I just do. There's no blinding sunshine. Hearts speed up at the thought of being alone in the dark. Adrenaline sort of kicks in. Every little noise sounds like somebody's behind you, watching your every move and following your every step. I like it. Sure it's sort of creepy but who cares. When wouldn't you watch horror movies at night? Obviously when little kids are around. You don't want to have to clean up some pee. Or have to worry about fucking nightmares.

When I walked onto that same old dead, empty, dark alleyway, I let out a little squeal. I saw a dead person on the ground. That dead person was drenched in blood. A man who wasn't facing me stood over the dead body. In a second, I was thrown into the fucking brick wall. I barely could get to my feet before a hand grabbed me by my jaw and neck. The hand slammed my head into the wall behind me.

The hand belonged to the living man. I couldn't make out much of the man's face. Did I mention it was dark on this alleyway? All I could really see of him were his crimson red irises and the blood trailing from his lips. Cannibal. Great.

I had already lost all hope of survival when he revealed his switchblade. He pressed the cold, glimmering silver blade to my right cheek. The point was merely millimeters from meeting my eyelid and eye. My eyes welled up with horrified tears. I never thought my favorite activity would get me killed.

"What do you want with me?" I finally gathered the courage to speak. Even so, my voice came out small, shaky, and weak.

"What were you doing here?" His voice was low and soft in my ear.

"I go this way to get home."
"How much did you see?"
"I only saw you standing over the person. Then I hit the wall."

He moved his knife, slashing my cheek. Not deep or anything but enough to draw blood. His breath was warm against my neck. I think he's kissing my neck now. Now he's biting me. I was starting to get really tired. The alleyway was starting to become a mesh of blurs. His hand moved to my waist. Both of his hands.

Suddenly my legs buckled beneath me and he quickly grabbed a belt loop near both of my hips. He was holding me up. He kept me pressed into the wall.

"Ryan, what the hell are you doing?" An unfamiliar voice called.

The man stopped biting my neck immediately. He kept me standing though. I doubt he really cared that I was probably seconds away from fainting.

"What would I be doing?"
"You found him, didn't you?"
"More like he found me but yeah."
"Don't. Don't kill him. You cause this city enough trouble as it is."
"You're the one who bit me."
"You're the one who decided to mess with Cheyenne's brother, Adrian."
"You could have just let me die."
"I should have."

I have no idea what they're talking about. What I do know is that I could really use a nap right now. I fell straight to the ground when the man took a step back.

"You have to stop doing that, Ryan."
"And you have to stop treating me like a child."
"Ryan, you're going to get us exposed."
"It's only a few."
"It's one every night! We've only been in this city for a week."

Suddenly a dark blurry figure began squatting in front of me. I couldn't see anything else really. Then the figure held out what I'm guessing is some sort of cookie. More like what I'm hoping is a chocolate chip or snicker-doodle cookie.

"Eat this. Now." The figure (I think) growled.

I barely held the cookie. It tasted like an oatmeal cookie. Ew. I was really in the mood for a snicker-doodle too. I felt less tired once I ate the cookie though. Slowly, my vision became clearer until it was back to how it normally is.

What used to be a dark blurry figure is now a fair skinned boy my age who had black hair and ice blue eyes. He helped me to my feet and the copper-skinned man had an angry glare directed towards us. The man's large hands were clenching into fists.

The boy pushed me into the wall only seconds before the man swung a hard uppercut that was followed by a right hook. That was it. The boy had been knocked out.

"Always pathetic, Dakota." The man grunted with a smirk on his face.

He swung and I was out instantly. It was a really strong punch. I didn't think anybody could punch that hard. I don't blame the boy for getting knocked out now.


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