The Blood Runs Cold

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He came to our school. He captured the hearts of all the young girls. He even captured mine, the outcast's heart. My name is Charlene Richards and this is my grusome twisted romance.

Cold, dark distant eyes stared toward the black board as mine should have been, but instead they looked at the new boy in our class. How could I not? He was handsome, with dark long hair, pale radiant skin, and those distant black eyes. He had an odd name not fitting of his handsome features. His name was Killian Egan. The first day he came to our class he explained its roots. Through his accent I (and the rest of the girls in my school) were able to tell he was originally from Ireland and I guessed his name was too. Apparently in Gaelic Killian meant "small and fierce". As odd as it was and as unfitting to his appearance it also in a sense fit his demeanor. He had a ferocious almost demonic demeanor about him but yet I was still drawn to him.

He caught the eye of many girls in my school including my own. At the very mention of his name girls would swoon, go weak in the knees, fumble over their words, or even have a blush arise to their cheeks. The girls in my class never stared at him though almost afraid to cause attention to themselves or give the notion that they liked him. Yet I was unafraid and for the past week that he had been here I stared at him everyday in this one class. I had others with him but in this class he sat directly across from me and it was easy for me to look. I had engraved his features in my mind, his almost innocent look upon his face as he hung on every word the teacher spoke. Deep down I knew it was an act, he was almost to perfect, his innocence soon faded as he caught my stare. I looked away but his gaze rested on me and the innocence that had radiated off of him soon faded and an ominous almost demonic aura was replaced. I glanced his way and he still stared, with a small smirk upon his face.

"Miss Richards! Are you with us my dear? Or are you too busy staring off into space?" I jumped at my name and turned my head towards the teacher. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and I feverously nodded my head, as a small blush formed on my face I hated drawing attention to myself in class. I was shy amongst most girls in my class.

The teacher shook her heard at me and was about to say more but the bell rang signaling my time for lunch. I filed out of the class with the rest of the students and started to walk towards the lunchroom. I was abruptly stopped when a hand grabbed my arm. I spun around and there stood before me Killian, his ominous aura stronger now that I stood next to him. "Hello, your Charlene right? You're in my English and History class right? Um", I was wondering could I sit with you in lunch?" his accent was spinning in my head, he was asking me if he could sit with me? I looked at him and my voice caught in my throat so I couldn't speak, I just slowly nodded my head yes. He smiled and said "great lets be off then." He grabbed my arm and lead me to the lunchroom. This was the start of something I wouldn't like, or would grow to hate. I just knew it but I didn't listen to that feeling.

We sat together in lunch everyday, from that day forward. He was my first high school friend and I trusted him. Weeks pasted and everyday was the same we would sit in English and History together and the head to lunch and eat together. I trusted him and he trusted me…or so I thought. After months past it was finally December, and boy was it cold. As I saw a change in the weather I saw a change in Killian he became as cold as the weather, just like he was before he spoke to me.

Just as Killian changed I saw a change in myself as well. Sweet dreams I once had turned into nightmares. I thought that I should be dreaming of happy things as the holidays grew closer, I thought I should have been dreaming of sugar plums and candy canes. But instead I dreamt of horrid murders, my dreams were filled with blood and gore. As my dreams grew closer and closer together, it seemed a serial killer was running free through our town, killing young girls in grossly terrible manors. My dreams were filled with these girls' cries for help and of their terror I couldn't understand why I dreamt such things.

One Saturday that I had spent with Killian I confessed my dreams to him and told them in great detail. His warm face soon turned cold as stone. He looked at me, grabbed my arm harshly and then dragged me to his house. His parents we "away visiting the family" he told me as he dragged me up towards the attic. He took a key and opened the door, the door opened and I was hit with a foul odor, with my free hand I put it to my nose. I was thrown into the middle of the room and looked around; there lay his parents covered in blood. His mother was missing her head and what I believed to be her leg was dangling from the ceiling. His father was cut in half and his face was one of sheer horror. I couldn't understand why would he do such a thing? Was he the one killing the young girls? He turned and looked at me with a bloodlust greater then I had ever seen in his eyes.

"Yes Charlie it was me, I killed them, I killed them all, but you must understand if I didn't then I wouldn't have stayed alive. You see my dear all those people were out to hurt the two of us, they wanted to tear us apart. Didn't you see? All those girls liked me for my looks but never tried to talk to me, befriend me. They hated you because you and I were so close and my parents wanted me to never speak to you because they thought that you would be safer. I didn't I wanted to stand by you and protect you, that's all I did, I protected you. Please understand it as an act of love and compassion. Please Charlie" I looked at him with fear, who was this man standing in front of me? It defiantly wasn't the sweet Killian I knew.

The ominous aura returned and I shivered. This explained the murders but what about my dreams? How could I have dreamt it all when I didn't have a physic bone in my body. He just glanced at me and through a rough demonic voice that was not his own he said: "Charlie I'm not a mere mortal like yourself I sold myself for power and to protect the one I love, that's you Charlie. I killed all those who would cause us harm and sacrificed them for us. Join me Charlie join me or pay the price of my love."

All I felt was fear, what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to go with him and join the ranks of evil or remain simple Charlie Richards? I looked at him and those black eyes slowly turned a blood red, at this point I knew I had to get out of there as fast as I could. I shook my head at him and on shaky limbs rose to my feet. I backed out of the room and ran as fast as I could out of that house and into the cold December air. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to my home where I hoped I would be safe.

As I reached my home I saw the door broken down and from afar I saw blood on the floor of the kitchen, I knew I was too late. I turned swiftly at the sound of the snow crunching he stood there with the warm eyes I remembered and spoke softly to me "Charlie I'll give you one more opportunity to join me, please do before I have to hurt you." I just looked at him and turned and ran into my house. The strong smell of blood hit me but I didn't falter. I found a large knife in the draw and grabbed it put it behind my back just as Killian advanced on me.

"Charlie stop making it so hard for me." he spoke in a voice that cried for blood. I looked at him with mock compassionate eyes and spoke in my kindest voice I could muster: "I'm sorry Kill what was I thinking? I do love you and would go to the ends of the earth for you." He wrapped his arms around me and just as he leaned in for the kiss. He felt the cold metal of the knife that was now protruding from his back. He screamed and I ran to the train

One year later and I still fear him; I'm still not sure if he was dead or not but I left my life behind me and started to live under the alias of Karen McKenzie. I still lived my life in fear of him, and am as careful as can be to where I go and who I meet. I will always fear him because I still believe he is alive and waiting for me. "I think I hear the doorbell ringing" my roommate Nicole said. I told her to go get it and when she opened the door instead of a 'Hello' or 'Hi' there was a blood curdling scream, and at that moment I knew Killian wasn't dead.


P.S. I'll leave you there and let your imagination take hold…

Submitted: July 17, 2007

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excellent. that was great.
ps: i loved the ending

Tue, July 17th, 2007 9:05am


thankyou! =)

Sun, July 22nd, 2007 10:19pm

Aleksander Azrael

That was some creepy stuff, Miss Page. I enjoyed it a lot.

Fri, July 20th, 2007 7:14am


thankyou =)

Sun, July 22nd, 2007 10:02pm


Wow, very captivating. You had a clue to what was going on, but refuse to believe it's true, then it happens. And the ending, wow, unexpected, yet not. Great job. I'd love to hear what you think on my work, if you could glance at it.


Tue, August 28th, 2007 7:59am


Thankyou =) And I'll definatly check your stuff out =)

Wed, August 29th, 2007 12:42am

Ozzie the Redneck

That was some wierd stuff, but a good read and I enjoyed it. Well done.
Write on.


Wed, January 9th, 2008 7:02am


Hey what can I say I like weird. Thankyou!! =)

Wed, January 9th, 2008 5:49pm


I loved your ending!
Keep writing brillient stories!


Wed, January 9th, 2008 8:55pm


Thankyou!!! Don't worry I shall!! =D

Wed, January 9th, 2008 5:46pm


I sort of love how weird that was. Great job, the ending was really good.

Wed, August 5th, 2009 3:14pm


Aw thankyou. lol

Fri, September 25th, 2009 7:35am

Lozzy G

wow, this is amazing, carry on with the great work! Lozzy :3

Mon, March 4th, 2013 8:59pm

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