Feral

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  Her eyes were always the hardest to look into. Yet they were my favorite feature of hers, once of which I could find myself lazily staring into. The deep, soulless pits of white-hot fury which only reflected my terror, concealed in a falsetto bravery.

"Why aren't you scared?" She chuckles, seemingly amused as I stare back at her. But her laugh was dry and mocking.

"Because I already know how this plays out." I whisper, but clear my throat once I realize how weak and naively pathetic I sounded.

"And how's that?"

I didn't notice she had gotten closer, if it weren't for her overwhelming aura. It held me down, and kept me in place. It was fearful, sure...but I liked the way it tasted on my tongue. Death was uncertain, yet the adrenaline she brought from it sent me reeling.

"It's like Twilight. You're gonna want my blood-"

"I fucking hate those vampiric depictions." She spits. "They're never right!"

"...Do you hate me?...."

"...Only more by the minute."

I scoff, rolling my eyes. But the milliseconds it took for me to do so, she got even closer, without the rustle of branch or kiss of wind to indicate her proximity. I could see the rush of blood in her lips and rising to her cheeks and highlighting her ears. I thought the undead didn't blush? She appeared flustered, but also red-hot with contempt and vile hate.

"I'm also guessing your love for blood is gonna overrule your hatred for me." As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I wished to facepalm myself right then and there. I always say the stupidest things, in the most ridiculous situations.

"You make no sense."

I refocus my eyes on her once again. Seeing her clearer than before. "Your tame."

"How so?" All throughout our interaction, I noticed she was stock still. It seemed as if the myth of them basically being stones were true. Yet the matter of her even having flowing blood was odd-

"It's not true. Answer my question. How am I tame?"

How'd she answer my speculations of what I was thinking? Though, this hardly shocked me. She always had such an odd way of knowing what I was thinking.

The aura around her seems to get even more thick, wrapping its tendrils of fury around my throat. I was definitely pissing her off by the moment. It was difficult to speak, but I pushed through it. Curse me to be the bigmouthed girl about to get eaten alive.

"Even when you think you talk too much." She hisses, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

"You guys do read minds. What else am I missing- mind control?" I offer, trying to waste time to figure a way out of my current predicament. There was no way she was letting me go, though...we were in the middle of nowhere.

"Sore loser." She sings, to both my question and frantic thinking.

"You aren't what I expected, though. I expected your eyes to be, ya know, black and red. Yours are just brown. A pretty brown though!" I say after noticing the slight curl of her lips.

A low snarl ripped through the woods, and I snapped my head everywhere to find the new threat. I searched for a wild animal, unknowing that the snarl was sounding from in front of me. That just scared and enticed me even more. The animalistic threat resounded, my nerves tickling the bones underneath my swiftly cooling skin.

"O-oh, and the long bloody fangs! You don't have that. Your just...simple."

A deep sound of distaste rumbles throughout her chest, eerily similar to the disdain of a hunting panther.

"I also expected you to sparkle in the light. To be blindingly beautiful." She didn't sparkle, but she was beautiful in her own way that could possibly burn this entire forest down. With eyes as sharp as her, a pair of gleaming ember, she might as well could.

She takes a couple more steps towards me, to which I match in my own pacing back.

"You can run all you want. I have all the time in the world to handle you how I want."

"Sure, sure. But doesn't sunlight affect you? Like, won't you shrivel into dust?" I giggle a little bit, fear creeping into my voice inch by inch. I'm certain I was shaking my ass off and trembling like a leaf in the wind. Not to mention it was midday...

"Once again, sore loser."

Was it just my imagination, or were her eyes slowly turning red? It was like a predator focusing it's senses on its pray. She honed in all her attention towards me, eyes focused on my pulsating throat, my skin thudding with the beat of my heart.

I knew I had to leave before those honey brown irises were fully hollowed out, only captivated with a harsh red.

"I was right about one thing." I mutter, backing away slowly.

It was then that the brown was completely gone, all too soon. Shit. I turned around to sprint, only to bang my head against a tree not far behind me. I could feel the bark splintering the skin on my forehead, but I didn't let that stop me. The sight and smell of my blood would only make matters worse.

As if I hadn't done that already.

I continued my run, heading for civilization. But she knew what she was doing by drawing me out here, in the middle of nowhere. If only I had more common sense not to follow someone I suspected to be a creature of the night. Who else follows their arch nemesis deep into the forest as the sun sets! No one would wonder where I was until hours later, when my remains are cold and mangled...if she leaves any.

"You can't run from me." She whispers in my ear beside me, licking my earlobe.

My body froze, stricken with fear. How was she able to catch up beside me so fast without me being able to hear her?! Her cold tongue left a lasting impression on my skin, and if we were in any other situation I would've blushed profusely. Fuck, I'm even blushing now despite literally being brushed with death.

She captures my throat with a slim hand and throw me meters across the ground, my back colliding painfully with an old tree. Pain shoots up my skull and down my hips as I embrace the impact, the breath stolen from my lips.

A fraction of a millisecond later she is on me once again, ripping my shirt apart to expose my neck and collarbone. I wince, in too much pain to move. If I make it out of this, I sure hope I wasn't paralyzed...

But a part of me held down, and I didn't like that part. The part that was completely enamored with her despite all the occurring events, despite her preparing to rip into my flesh and feast on my insides. I still saw the beauty in her brutality, the grace in her putrid loathing, the fire in her cold malevolent eyes.

I close my eyes, waiting for the painful release. Seconds pass. Minutes. I risk everything in slowly lifting an eyelid to see her holding my necklace with confusion. She stares intently at it, baffled. I too was confused. It was a simple red gemstone necklace with silver embroidery around it, encasing it in a shell. Nothing special, especially considering its a family heirloom I recently inherited.

"What the fuck? It couldn't be...you couldn't be..." She whispers. "This ruins everything!"

Then she disappears completely, despite my eyes never blinking. My necklace drops back onto my chest, and like clockwork I fall unconscious, my entire lower half numb and my entire back throbbing with immense pain.