Beauty of a crystal

CHAPTER 8

The moans of a sinner filled the room as a woman being fucked from behind inside a storage room indulged in a steaming cup of vampire sent. Soon, the moans turned into screams as the victim's blood was painfully drained out of her life.

"That was fucking amazing" came the whispers of vampire as he turned her around to face him. With her last dying breath and tears of horror running down her face. Her mind too scared to comprehend the monster before her.

"W-hat t-the fuck a-are you" She asked as she felt her own heart slowly fade from loss of blood.

"Shhhh," the vampire said. The woman cried as realization hit her.

"P-p-please don't k-kill-"

"Don't talk, love. It will hurt less if you stay quiet, " he said, motioning with his finger on his lips.

As she shook her head and turned for the door and tried to escape, it was locked...

Using the last bits of strength in her, she pulled and banged on it.

"HELP. SOMEONE, PLEASE.
HELP ME, " she screamed with tears. But they were in a club and in a random storage room. Her screams were all drowned down by the loud music and life inside the club.

"God. They never listen, " he tsked as he grabbed a chunk of her hair. Bring her teary face smudged with mascara, running down her cheeks closer to his face.

"Isn't that the same why your 14 year old son screams everything you molested at night?" He asked, his eyes glowing red inside the dark storage room.

"I-im s-orr-"

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... you're sorry. They all are when facing death for their sins, " he spoke in a sinister grin. "But I'm not going to stop." his grin widened as her screams filled the storage room, mixed with the back round music in the club.

"OK, Marissa. I'll see you in hell in... about a couple of thousand years, " he said with a final stab to the heart.

Moving away from the body, he dusted the imaginary wrinkles on his suit as he opened the storage room, walking out into the crowd, wiping the blood off his face with a white handkerchief. He pale skin, looking even paler in his black suit.

Walking out of the club and down the dead streets of the city. He bummed into some. A human.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Mister." The man looked down but was immediately intrigued by her. "Texting while on your phone at night. No the smartest idea" she said as she bent down to gather what looked like groceries with his help.

"I'm not very accustomed to human activities but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to go grocery shopping at 11:26 in the middle of the night at a gas station" he asked after they both stood up.

She gave him a questioning look but then he motioned behind her. The gas station

"Oh!" She with a breath. "Yeah. Ahm. I felt like talking a walk then realized I had nothing in my fridge so I decided to just say fuck it! Just caught my boyfriend of 2 years cheating on me. Why not go ahead and get groceries? " her smile was brilliantly brighter as she spoke.

But then she realized where she was.

"Great. Now I'm talking to a random stranger on the sidewalk, " she muttered. The man stood there with his hands in his pockets in amusement.

"It's good to let all out," he advised.

"Yeah, right now I wanna let out a stick up his ass," she said with an angry pout. "Sorry," she whispered with a final smile. She stepped out and started walking away. To lost in her thoughts to feel the man's eyes on her.

"Well, Ight that a glowing beam of sunshine," he whispered, suddenly feeling thirsty even after drinking a woman's entire blood.

He felt his phone vibrated in his pockets. He took it our and answered.

"Looks like the Mancini Brothers have themselves a new priceless accessory," he smirked. Staring as she disappeared into a corner.

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As soon as she got back from work, she hastily rushed into her apartment. She was evidently exhausted as if she had been running for hours. While she was trying to catch her breath, she received a text from her college friend. It contained a picture of Chris, the same girl she had once glimpsed in the background of a video.

In the picture, they were both kissing passionately behind what appeared to be the main cafeteria. The memory of that location came flooding back to her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and confusion.

As she sat alone in her apartment, her mind couldn't help but wander to the memory of the first time and the first place she had kissed him. She remembered the electricity that had coursed through her veins, the warmth of his touch, and the feeling of being swept off her feet. But now, as she looked back on that moment, it was tainted with regret and embarrassment.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about how she had let herself be fooled by him. She knew deep down that he was not a good person, yet she had still agreed to go on a date with him. He had been persistent, showing up at the library every chance he got just to convince her to give him a chance. And like a naive little lamb, she had fallen for it.

As she sat there, lost in thought, her eyes shifted to the photo on her desk. It was a picture of the two of them, taken on the day of her graduation. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she looked at it, knowing that everything had changed since then.

Suddenly, her phone beeped, interrupting her thoughts. It was a message from her friend Molly. As she read the words, her heart sank. Molly had known all along that he was no good, but she had kept quiet because she didn't want to ruin her friend's happiness. But now, after seeing the photo, she had had enough of his lies and decided to speak up.

Feeling both grateful and betrayed, she wiped away her tears and composed herself. She knew that she deserved better than him. She felt empowered to move on.

She spent several hours grieving about the photo and running into a strange man while wandering aimlessly at night. She was exhausted and drained by the time she got back home. However, despite her tiredness, she was determined to finish the pint of ice cream she had bought earlier.

As she entered her room, as per her usual routine, she expected to find two roses in her kitchen counter. But this time, to her surprise, there was only a note. The note had a cryptic message that read, "He isn't deserving of your tears, princess. And for that, he will pay." She was confused and puzzled by the message and read it over and over again, trying to figure out who could have left it and what it meant.

As she drifted off to sleep, her mind was once again consumed by that strange and unsettling dream. In it, she found herself standing before a towering castle, surrounded by a vast field of vibrant red roses. But this time, something was different.

The two figures she had always seen in the distance were now much closer, their faces becoming clearer and more recognizable with each passing moment. Despite the familiarity, their presence only added to the eerie and disorienting nature of the dream, leaving her feeling unsettled and on edge.