Love under the Stars

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🔞 Violence and Mature themes. Not meant for readers under 18 🔞

September 12, 2004

       He was moving again, going somewhere he could be without to many people wandering around. He moves me every few weeks. At least, I think it's weeks. It's so hard to keep track of the days. We're leaving through an ally this time. I don't see anyone around, but it wouldn't matter anyways. I only saw people once before. I made the mistake of disobeying him by screaming out to them. I thought it wouldn't matter if I disobeyed because if I saw anyone surely, they would help me. Oh, how wrong was I. I learned not to disobey after that.

His van was at the end of the alley. The same van every time. The same van he first snatched me in. He kept me close to his side. One hand gripping my arm so tightly I knew there would be more bruises. The other around my shoulders, once again his grip is painful. I hated it, hated his hands on me and hated simply doing as I was told. I wanted to run or scream or kick and bite. Something, anything! But it was no use. I've done all of that and all it's gotten me is more pain. What could I do?

We were almost to the van now. Just a few more feet. My god! Please, no! I have to do something. So, I did. I felt his grip loosen to open the door of the van and as he let go of my arm, I swung my fist straight into his dick. I heard him groan in pain as he slid to his knees holding himself and his other hand let go. I ran or tried to. He reached out and yanked my ankle before could I make it three steps. I fell to the ground and had the breath knocked out of me.

He climbed on top of me, muttering curses at me. I brought my hands up and tried to punch or scratch at him. I scratched his face and he grabbed on of wrists before punching me in the face. I lost my senses for a moment as I became dizzy. I felt his weight lift off of me and prepared to feel him grab me before throwing me into the van. But that never happened.

I only saw a blur before I heard a grunt of pain. I rolled to my side and saw a tall man holding him up by the throat. Part of me wondered where the hell this man came from, but I was mostly enjoying the view of him turning purple with pure fear on his face.

"I hate men who pick on little girls." The man said before doing the strangest thing.

The man bit him. Like literally bit him in the neck. He screamed in pain, and I relished it. I slowly sat up as I tried to comprehend what was happening. A man just appeared and is now killing him. Sweet! But he's doing it by biting him. It's too weird. This man is still biting him like some kind of... No! I might be a little messed up in the head right now but there's no way this man could be that. Right? But I'm looking right at this man, and he is still biting his neck. The evidence is right in front of me.

The man that just killed him is a vampire. No sooner did I think that did the man drop him. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. I stared into his empty eyes and for once I didn't see his evil staring back at me. I say nothing. He was truly dead. And I did something I haven't done in so long, I laughed.

I couldn't stop laughing. Even as it made my ribs ache after the beating, I received a few hours ago. Even as the man turned to face me, looking like a monster with blood dripping down his chin and red eyes. Even as I started to cry. Tears streamed down my face as I laughed so hard no sound came out. I lost my breath laughing and crying as I sat on the asphalt, staring at the man and his lifeless body.

I don't know how long I laughed but it was a while, I'm sure. The man eventually came and crouched down in front of me. This man should have frightened me. I just saw this man kill him. The man has red eyes and blood on his face. And I'm pretty sure this man is a vampire. That should scare me, but it doesn't. This man looks like a monster, but I've seen true monsters.