Her breath reeked of alcohol while I tried to kiss her. I grabbed her waist and started kissing her roughly. Her neck was throbbing and I couldn't take it any longer. I looked her in her beautiful hazel eyes and told her not to scream. She nodded her head without any dispute. Such a waste of a beautiful specimen. My fangs grew as I thought of her warm blood. I suddenly gripped her hair and pushed her head aside and bore my teeth into her soft delicate neck. Her thick warm blood tasted like ecstasy as it slid down my chin. I couldn't stop, so I finished her off. I watched her once tanned body turn into a cold white corpse as I drank away her essence. As I let go of her chocolate brown hair, she slid down the brick wall of the alleyway and hit the cold concrete floor with a thud. I licked the remains of her blood off my lips and wiped the blood on my chin on the end of my leather jacket sleeve.
The cold autumn midnight air was refreshing. It brought back memories. With my hands in my pockets, I took a seat on a park bench. Autumn always evoked a certain memory. I still remember that one night, October 31, 1932, Halloween. They really did mean it when they said that demons and monsters roam freely on that peculiar day. I was just an eighteen year old boy in love with his girlfriend. Vanessa wanted to do something romantic instead of dressing up and going to a party, so I took her to the movies. When the movie was over, I walked her home. We walked into an alleyway and she started hearing voices. She got scared and wanted to go back. But before we could do anything, two men came from each side of the alleyway. One of them grabbed Vanessa with his muscular arms and pale skin shining in the moonlight. And the other one, with broad shoulders and tattoos, me. They were too rigorous for me to do anything. I watched as the one holding Vanessa started to look at her with powerful hungry eyes, and his teeth suddenly got bigger. He bit into Vanessa and in a matter of seconds, blood spilled from her neck and she fell to the ground. I was speechless. I forced my knee into the guy's groin as he let go of me in pain. I ran to Vanessa's cold body and let out a whimper. One of the guy's grabbed my shoulders and ripped me off Vanessa, throwing me on the wall like a rag doll. I fell to the ground. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me up and pushed me to the wall. His two canine teeth grew into fangs as he sank them into my neck. It was the most excruciating awful thing I've ever experienced. A burning tingle erupted in my neck. I hollered out in pain. The man chuckled and left with his partner.
I ran to Vanessa and carried her bridal style to her house. I didn't know what to do, I was so paranoid and in pain. Her mother answered the door with her hands wrapped around her mouth, fear and shock clearly present on her face. Ms. Smyril started to scream and cry. I told her what happened, but she wouldn't believe me. She checked Vanessa for any life, but she was gone. She yelled at me to leave, so I did. I couldn't take seeing Vanessa like that anyway. Not sure of what to do, I ran home. When I got home and entered my house, my mother caught sight of me and started to inspect my neck in a caring motherly way and demanded to know what happened. I tried to tell her but I got distracted by something. It was a confusing feeling. I was so hungry, and all I could think about was the sound of her heart beat. While my mother was trying to pry the information out of me, all I heard was the blood pumping in and out of her heart. My little brother came downstairs from hearing mothers yelling. I stared at him in anticipation and hunger. I don't know what was going on, but my teeth suddenly started to shift and it hurt like hell. I soon found myself on top of my brother, digging my teeth into his warm skin. His blood tasted like comfort and home. My mother screeched. She pried me from my brother and pushed me away. She was quivering and sobbing, clearly in shock. She fell to her knees, and picked up my brother. I couldn't believe what I just did. I loved Theodore. My mother yelled at me telling me never to come near them again. Tears slowly caressed her cheeks as she called me a monster.
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Bloody kisses (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionA lot of life is dealing with your curse, dealing with the cards you were given that aren't so nice. Does it make you into a monster, or can you temper it in some way, or accept it and go in some other direction?-Wes Craven