Love is Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lillian was bitten in a alley way, who would be the victom though? Her or her prey?
*For SkySkyy's quote challenge!* Number 11.

Submitted: July 14, 2010

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 The darkness in the alley consumed everything except two things: A red right eye and a left red eye; they were staring at me trying to evaluate how much of a fight I would put up. “Don’t worry Lillian. I won’t hurt you.” I could hear the lies in his voice but for whatever reasons my body didn’t listen to my head.
 I took a step closer to him; I tried to get myself to stop but did not listen. One foot in front of the other is all I saw happening. It was like those eyes, which I could not break a gaze with willed me to take another step. “Y-y-you’re lying.” I retorted, my voice was weak and scarce but I knew I had to say something. Even if it only made it more worse.
 The last thing I remembered that night was a flash of pain and an evil laugh.
 I woke up the next morning my head pounding, a thirst in my throat that could not be quenched by mere water, but only by blood that pounded in the veins of every living mortal could my thirst be extinguished.
 I envisioned my first kill, my teeth meeting there veins and sucking the blood out, them trying to stop me with there puny little arms flailing all over.
I walked out into the dark merciful night and looked around, there were plenty of people whom I could kill but my eyes landed on a tall guy. He had black hair and one blue eye and one brown eye. He was gorgeous, he was wearing a trench coat and black jeans. Our eyes met and he stood up, muscles tense.
 He knew what I was; he knew what I was thinking about doing, he knew my evil desires. He started walking into a alley. What an idiot! I exclaimed in my mind, and I followed him. He was waiting for me at the corner and bam! His fist connected with my face. It didn’t hurt but it sure took me off guard. I felt the pavement under me, it was cold and unmoving.
 The guy stepped closer now, above my legs. I did a sweep kick and he fell to the floor. In the next second I was on top of him, and he and I were wrestling for the upright position. It was a powerful fight, both with the passion of fire.
 He was on top, I was on top, we were seeing whose will was stronger and that question was answered. I felt a stinging sensation in my chest and I crumpled to the ground; screaming in pure agony. The fire sensation was spreading through my body, it was wretching every which way possible. And at the last second I felt something that I knew was missing when I first woke up but ignored: I felt my soul.
 It was wonderful and full of bliss, and when my eyes closed for the last time I was glad. My last thoughts were: It’s true! You never know what you have until it’s truly gone. And God how I missed my soul...


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