"I'm Not Edward"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Not all vampires are sweet and sensitive.

Submitted: February 11, 2010

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"You just don't want to get close to anyone, because you're afraid you'll hurt them." She said matter-of-factly. He sighed.

"I'm not afraid of loving, and I am not afraid of hurting people. I do that frequently." He said.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you would ever intentionally hurt someone."

"Believe it."

"I won't."

"You should."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because if you had any sense you would have ran off when you found a vampire, instead of trying to piss him off," he answered.

"I know you won't hurt me," she said defiantly. He smiled.

"You're right. Everything you said was true." He said defeatedly, stepping towards her.

"I already knew that." She said. He wrapped his arms around her.

"And the one I was afraid of hurting," he murmered softly into her ear, "was you."

She gasped and her eyes widened. "That part I didn't know,"

"Oh yes, I've loved you from afar for a while." He said, his lips brushing her forehead.

"I love you too," she breathed. He leaned down and kissed her neck.

In a very small fraction of a second, his teeth turned from human to somewhat miniature saber-tooth tiger. They pierced her neck, and she screamed. He licked the blood as it flowed from the wound, feeling her useless struggling.

Her screams of terror and pain didn't worry him in the least-- that was why he'd had his house soundproofed. As he drank greedily from the gash, he reflected on how stupid this girl was. She had tracked down a (fairly sadistic, he added to himself) vampire, then went to his house, and decided to annoy him.

He left her on the cuch as he went over to a shelf, to get his knife. It wasn't that he neede it, but he liked to hve it near when he had guests over, in case he wanted a particular cut that would be difficult to do with his teeth or nails. Also, he liked iy because it was very pretty. He couldn't think of anything more beautiful than his jeweled blade dripping red next to some pretty little rose writhing in pain.

When he returned to her, she was crying. He had expected that, but what happened next he did not expect.

"Edward wouldn't do this," she sobbed, her voice cracking. He rolled his eyes. He should have known that damn book caused this.

""Edward isn't real, and I am not him." He said. He walked over to her, thinking about how messy his living room was about to get...


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