The Enchanting Sounds of Darkness.

{ Chapter 1 }

“Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

Any other given moment, and I would have laughed at such a poor pick-up line.

But when I turned to see one of the most striking guy I have ever seen, I felt myself flush. This guy had the face and figure of a Greek god. He didn’t appear much older than me, and carried himself with a confidence that only someone who has found success can exude. He was tall, far taller than me, with perfectly tousled brown hair and mysterious blue eyes that gazed at me with a burning desire.

My first thought?

It should not be legal for a guy to look that good.

“It’s loud in here.. Would you like to go outside and maybe get some fresh air?”, he asked, and I had to do a double-take to be sure he was actually talking to me.

I nodded eagerly, a smile plastered to my face. “I’d love to.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd of drunk partiers, until we finally made it through the door and out into the starry night.

It was unusually chilly and he must have noticed me shiver for he pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around me.

It was dark, and I suspected that it was somewhere around midnight. Nonetheless, I could still see the smile playing at his lips.

“Thanks,” I smiled, glad that it was dark enough so that he couldn’t see me blush.

“So what’s a girl as pretty as you, doing at a party like this?”, he asked, curiously.

“I came with a friend because his girlfriend couldn’t make it. Of course, I was generous enough to come and then he abandons me for football and beer pong.”

He laughed lightly. “His loss.”

“I’m Violet by the way.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Violet.”

I gazed up at him, and my heart did a little flip. “So.. Are you from around here?”

He shook his head. “I’m actually visiting one of my friends here. I’m a student at Yale, visiting for fall break,” he replied, still craftily avoiding to tell me his name.

“That explains it,” I stated, still smiling. “I can’t remember ever having seen your face before.”

He stepped forward, looking down at me with an unreadable expression.

Unexpectedly, he leaned over and our lips met. It was as if silence had swept across all of Chicago and my heart began to race, wildly. I could feel his fingers running through my hair, as I laid into his touch.

After a few moments, he pulled away, staring down at me.

“Wh-What was that?”, I asked, and couldn’t help but smile.

He kissed me a second time, this time more softly. I leaned into him, kissing him back and when he tried to pull away again, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He held me so tightly, I was sure he was going to break my ribs. I loved it. I loved being held so close, like he’d never, ever let go.

His soft lips slowly traced down my neck, biting the skin ever so lightly, making me shudder.

And then came the sharp pain.

At first, it merely felt like a needle prick.

But it grew into something more.. into something larger.

And it was agonizing.

Screams rose like fireworks in my chest, never managing to escape past my lips.

I felt the flames of excruciating pain as he bit deeper into my neck.

I watched as my blood stained the green grass a dark, sticky red.

There was nothing I could do but suffer through the unbearable pain, waiting for it to end.

And then I was falling.. Falling to the ground, as the world seemed to dim, and the pulsing music of the party was the only thing I could hear.

And as I slowly began to give way to the darkness, I couldn’t help but think..

He never told me his name.