The Love of Blood

Chapter 1

"Blaze! Come here boy!" I called for my dog. Blaze was a husky; his eyes, one was blue, the other was a fiery reddish color. His fur; the color of it consisting of both gray and white, making an astonishing pattern.

I heard the pattering of his feet against the floor and the jingling of his collar. The sound got louder and louder until I could see him coming out of my peripheral vision. "Hey Blaze!" I said while squatting down to welcome my dog. I patter his head and felt the need to do it longer than usual. His fur was just so soft, I never really had gotten used to it.

"You want something to eat?" I asked, expecting him to hang his head down in shame like he usually does when I ask him this question. Taking me by surprise, he barked and licked my face with his wet, slimy tongue. I chuckled and wiped my face with the back of my sleeve, some of my makeup coming off in the process. All of a sudden, Blaze stopped wagging his tail and became stiff with... fear?

Blaze was staring directly behind me, and I began to grow afraid of what was to come. I slowly stood up and the little beads of sweat were dripping from my face. I turned my head around cautiously and what was behind me made relief was over my face. There was nothing there and Blaze was back to wagging his tail furiously and barking happily. "You scared me, boy!" I chuckled while rubbing his temple.

Not forgetting that he wanted some food, I grabbed his dog bowl with his name engraved onto the front and brought it into the kitchen with me. I tried to reach the cabinet with all of his dog necessities, but couldn't. This happens every time! Every. Single. Time. I hopped onto the counter, my bare feet touching the cold marble making it feel like it was burning into my skin. I reached the cabinet and opened it fully, taking out his food. I was running low on food, dog food that is. I need to make a quick trip to the store when he's asleep.

Closing the cabinet, I hopped down from the counter with the dog food in my hand. I placed the bowl in my other hand, and began to pour the food into Blaze's bowl. I filled the bowl up, until the bag was empty which wasn't much. I'll feed him a pork-chop along with the dog food. "Blaze!" I called out and he came running into the kitchen as I was placing down the bowl of his favorite food.

I began to make the pork-chops, the grease sizzling every which way. When they were done, I placed the two delicious meats onto a plate and set it by his dog bowl where he was happily snacking away. That should be enough to settle his needs for today. 

Not to long later, Blaze was asleep in his comforter. This left me to catch up with my latest artwork. I, I am an artist; Auburn McCoy. I paint, sketch,  and draw realistic, abstract, and anime. I know it doesn't sound impressive, but I guess I'm doing something right because of the amount of money I make from each "work of art". as an artist, I like to surround myself in a beautiful landscape and peace and quiet. It helps me focus more on what I am doing. That's why I live by myself in the middle of nowhere with Blaze.

As Blaze was peacefully sleeping, I remembered that I had to get more dog treats. I grabbed my coat and slipped on my tan colored heels; the first shoes that my eyes laid upon. I grabbed my key off of the table in the dining room and quietly made my way to the door, careful not to awake my dog. I slipped out the door and immediately the gush of the cool breeze brushed against my skin, leaving goosebumps to travel up and down my arms.

I felt like there was a million eyes on me as I walked over to my white GT3 parked by my house. I looked around, feeling myself becoming paranoid with each passing second. I quickly got into my car. I knew nothing was happening , but it doesn't hurt to be prepared in times like this. You never know... something could be happening, and if there was, your instincts said it first.

I turned on the engine with a simple push of a button and the car roared to life. You know what my favorite part about this car was; the backfire. The backfire was so loud and perfect, it put me into a bliss each time I did it.

I backed out of my driveway and stopped at the gate. I turned around and put in my password to the gate. The creaking noise of the gate filled my ears, signalling that the gate was now fully open. 

I pulled into the nearest Walmart; the Walmart on the outskirts of the city. This Walmart was planted perfectly where I wanted it to be; not too close to town, but not to far our there either. It was right where I wanted it to be. My face was known around this Walmart. None of them know about my art career, but if they do, they choose not to say anything about it.

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I exited the Walmart with a bag of dog food and things I would need for diner tonight in my hand. I always leave Walmart with more than what I had originally came for. 

I pulled out of the almost full Walmart parking lot and arrived onto the main road. I drove for about 13 minutes, until my house came into view, well more like my gate, but you get the picture.

I closed the door to my car, and struggled to open the door to the house with all the bags in my hand. Finally getting the door opened, I placed the bags down onto the kitchen table and kicked off my heels. I slid the coat off of my arms, and decided not to make dinner until later tonight. I walked around back and to the backdoor; a sliding glass door that sat there waiting to be opened.

I stepped out onto the soft grass of my garden. It gave me a lot of privacy, not that I needed any because I live in the middle of nowhere. It just felt like I needed this place. I do spend a bunch of my free time back here. When I leave my back-up job, I immediately come right back here; my happy place.

I sat on the stool that was placed in the middle of the yard, in front of my latest artwork; a realistic naked woman. This picture is obviously not for children, and it has a lot of meaning behind it that children or men wouldn't understand. This picture was mainly for the woman to get.

The feeling of paranoia began to rush over me as I felt another presence in the garden with me. I scanned all angles of the garden and didn't spot a thing; that is... until I looked directly behind me.

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This chapter was published by D'Erica!

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