the wanting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is a snippit from a novel i was thinking about writing,it would of been a mix between twilight and resident evil.but i do love the undead,so here is THE WANTING for you pleasure.....

Submitted: August 30, 2008

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THE WANTING

it was like i didn't know it was happening.i could feel it in my blood, i was changing.But into what? i had no idea. I suddenly felt the urge to want, to feel, to taste, something that i couldnt quite put my finger on. something that i knew i had to have. I could feel my tounge dancing behind my lips, ready and wanting for something more.if only i could figure out what it was. And then my eyes flashed open, and i saw the light of extasy. my lips curled around the nape of his neckas i willed my teeth to sink into his vein.my mind went blank with only the feeling of desire and passion that exceded any thing els. I pressed his limp body into mine and i drank. i drank as if the sunrise depended on it. at that moment when his fresh, delicious blood passed over my lips,i was fully alive for the first time. I drank him hollow,as i listened to his shallow heart beat fade into utter silence, that, intune, my own pulse made up for. Thats it! i knew what i wanted.i knew what i needed. this one thing that, if i didnt have, desire would drownd my lungs. Blood.The mouth-watering liquid that is what i needed to fill me. I let his lifeless silhouette roll from my lap onto the deserted bedroom floor.i didnt take a look at him. i never looked back.i wiped the dripping blood from around my mouth and with a look of deathly hunger in my alabaster eyes, i headed for the door. A human life ment nothing to me anymore.all that mattered was quenching this burning thirst. for all the agonizing years that i have been kind and gentle, that one brief moment where i had taken a life so unheartedly, collapsed it all. and the peices came crashing down around me. I am a monster now, and i know that. the moment his blood danced apon my tounge, my soul was ripped from with in me. i have no more life, and this wanting is the one thing thats keeping this wrenched mess from falling into a dark pile of nothingness that has become me. I am sorry to all for what i have become. i am sorry i now walk the earth as the wicked, wrenched, undead. My apologies burn in my veins.


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