Someone In The Mist

Prologue

...Sam...



                I stormed through the night, following my nose. I sensed a leak somewhere; copper and salt fill my nostrils. Blood. I growled in pain as I yelped, unable to control my desire. Absentmindedly, I followed the aroma of that scent. I didn’t know how long I have been searching through the night surrounded by this fog, but the scent just seemed to grow stronger. So strong I could feel the warm liquid burst into my mouth and down my throat, soothing my black heart. I looked up, and saw the figure right in the middle of the road.             

                "She'll learn her lesson, eventually." I said, a laugh escaping my throat.  

                A sinister and unknown laugh, something I knew would be happening more often, came out of my mouth. Why am I doing this? This feeling overpowered my self-conciseness, bringing back a dark persona that soon mixed with my own, and funnily enough, I – I liked it. I turned my focus back on my victim. Ha, a red head. Red is the color of blood. A thought that I did not recognize as my own, but I knew that it was coming from me. And, I was smiling, so she smiled back. Yes, red is the color of blood, my sweet savior. As I crept closer towards the girl, my longing for my fangs to pierce her cream colored flesh increased. My hair stood at attention as I got closer to biting reach. 

                Something is not right. I have this weird emotion, my sub-conciseness responded to my head.             

                "Fight it,” it bellowed. 

                 But why? I – I like this feeling… 

                 "Screw the feeling,” I heard it scream. “Would you rather bath in this emotion for eternity or live another month or two?" 

                 I don't know. I don't know. 

                 I inched my fangs closer to her neck until the aroma of her vanilla scent was so strong, that my nostrils seemed to tickle in delight. I licked my lips. This is going to be fun. 

... Jade ...               

                I knew he was here on this road. I felt his presence, even though I knew the reason for him being here. No matter how much I yearned for his love, it wasn’t to tame his love for me. The amount of evil in his soul was over powering – but definitely no match for my amateur skills. But, I – I love him. When will he realize this? Even when I knew his fangs were more than dangerously close to my jugular vein, I didn’t budge. Should I just let him take my life? Maybe he'll feel this love – this passion that I do when I'm a simple soul. But, how can I feel him, touch him, if I'm merely a mist?   

                At that moment, I knew I was facing him – my monster, my lover and instantly, I made him stop. He froze in mid-bite, but his eyes still darted around, until they met mine. I stared at him, and studied his facial features, every scar, zit, and even his facial hair. He seemed to be human, except for his blood red pupils, and this crazed hunger lingering on his face. His jaw muscles tensed as my pale hand touched his smooth tan face. He seemed agitated. Trying to break free from my hold, I felt him squirm. Slowly, he relaxed, as our hands intertwined in a perfect passion. I released his head from my control, letting him stare into my eyes as I studied his. What became of this once tame wolf I watched roam the streets? He was lost then, but he still was roaming the street searching for something. This version of him was more determined and blood thirsty. 

                I was lured to stroke his face, but I held my desire. This monster wasn’t some guy I could hit on. Listening to my inner longing, I inched closer until my lips met his. The kiss was brief, but I felt the flaring power. The monster kissed me back tenderly, and as he started to deepen the kiss, I felt myself growing nervous and tingly. He didn’t feel like the crazed thing that thirsted for my blood. He seemed … different. When the kiss was over, I opened my eyes and looked at his red pupils as they faded away. Gasping, I pulled myself back. He smiled when I merged with the mist. This relationship will never be, I thought to myself, but it doesn't mean that I can’t toy with the guy.