Its ten to ten, Leonardo quickly dashes toward the second floor and banishes him self to the chamber where rusher is spread dead. I can hear ripping of skin. Screams of pain and now… silence
A scream of terror submerges from the streets as a window shatters from the second floor.
I exit the front door in a frantic panic; I see Leonardo or at least what’s left of him tearing apart a young man limb from limb. A single spec of the mans blood cam tumbling through the air towards me.
It feels like time is slowing down as the blood hurls its self towards me taunting me with its sweet. Sweet scent, I inhale the humans bloody fumes sweet and fresh.
It triggers the most exhilarating rage I have ever felt, my own blood starts to boil, my leg begins to shake, my fist start to clench and my fangs pierce the way through.
In a mad dash I sore up in to the night sky. I weave my self through the city of London, with hope to my right, in a search of the warmest, freshest, purest and sweetest blood there is.
All of a sudden I feel a tug on my right arm I wonder what it is but suddenly I am getting dragged through the air and smashed in to a wall of the high tower of the church. It was hope, she seems to be a bit ‘horny’ she sinks her teeth in to my neck, completely distracting me from my first for blood.
But she activated a huge sex drive with my blood flowing through my veins I just cant control my self. I lick my lips and kiss her neck, cores her arse and sink my teeth into her neck, her blood flood past my teeth. Her hand shakes as it slides across my waste line. Unzipping my black skinny jeans she hurls me into the priests old bedroom, I rub my left hand up her top and unhook the lacy leopard print bra. She rips off my black and red robe.
Here we lay fully naked as hope kisses up my pale ice cold skin until our lips met, I slide my penis into her vagina, with a slight moan and a squint of pain we started making the most passionate love anyone could ever make. As I kiss down her neck I rub my hand over her breast with a gentle touch admiring ever aspect of her beautiful body .Her red eyes and her black hair, her hourglass figure and her perky breasts, a perfect woman for a man of this time period. If only we where human I would be able to see her for her beauty with her silver blue eyes and her light ginger mucky blonde hair.
Her deep breathing sounds excited and full of pleasure, she grabs my hair and pushes my head to wards her chest and in a loving gaze she smiles as if she had achieved an indescribable pleasure, as she starts to move faster I can feel my blood going down stream and my muscles tensing I rub my hands up her back and grip her shoulders a huge moan escapes her mouth and with a squint in my eye she pulls off of me and we lay on the priests bed. Holding each other in a romantic slender way, we lay in the blood that had escaped our necks.
A crash of window and a screaming mob from out side, me and hope thrust our selves up. Pulling our clothes back on, hope and I dash toward the top of the tower and look down on the mob.
I see torches lit with fire, a wooden stage wrapped with a old rag marinated in oil, and some petrol.
Holding a crucifix in one hand and a torch in another. Me and hope look at each other and snigger like little children and launch our selves into the night sky hover our selves over the full moons blaze. The people look up at us in terror and launch their crucifixes at us every one soaring 17 feet under mine and hopes hovering feet. We screech at the stupid people, who try to attack us, a young ginger hair boy looked to be the leader of the cult that is set out to kill us, as he held Leonardo’s impaled head over a pit of fire which the twats set our .
“This is just a warning Vladimir next you will be impaled” the ginger one yelled up at us.
In an outrageous act I witnessed something I had never seen before.
Hopes face burns with anger.
Her fists clench.
Her muscles larger a bit more.
Her body sharpens that little bit more.
And BANG
She splurges her self through the young ginger mans white suite.
After she ripped through his skin is all I can see that all of his internal organs are missing there was a mid thirties man stood directly behind him she manages to paste the wretched brown haired mans white robes in the blood and organs of the ginger one.
She levitates herself towards me. Her face is full of terror and she breaks down in tears.
Blood alerts its self from her eyes and she launches her self on to me …….
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so this is death
Teen Fictionso this is death is a tale of a 20 year old male who was murdered and told to do the work of the devil. along the way he befreinds his holy father his future wife and a warewolf which have a natural instict to hate vampires but the two have no probl...
