One word was all it took, 'Hey' and Neith was a goner. She couldn't decide whether it was the cool blue eyes of him or her, but it didn't matter. Her life was happily in her hands.
"Hey." He cooed, his voice was smooth like chocolate and he smelt sharp like mint. His eye brows where dark yet his hair was fair, his eyes that cool blue. He slid into the booth next to her, followed by a tall, slim girl with long brown hair and heavy bangs covering her eyebrows but showing boldly matching cool blue eyes. Her pink lips enclosed on a bubblegum coloured straw, sipping a bubblegum coloured drink.
"Hiya." Neith spluttered. The boy had his head cocked, his teeth slightly on show, he was staring at her neck. Neith smiled, finding it flattering.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" He whispered into her ear, Neith let out a unflattering laugh. The girl smirked, taking another sip.
"N-n-Neith. Neith Jones." Neith stuttered.
"Neith, I like it." He grazed a thumb over her neck. He looked to the girl.
"What's your name?" Neith managed to enunciate.
"Call me Bob." He laughed, the girl dragged her teeth across her tongue grinning. "That's Isla, my sister, I'm Riley. I like your top." He rubbed the translucent fabric between his fingers, his long fingers. "We're gonna get out of here, coming?" He moved to leave, Neith clutched at the material of his black blazer. She felt a weakness in her legs, he placed his hand on her back, holding her up. He cocked his head to Isla and she stood.
Isla walked ahead, Neith could hear her friends calling her but she was so fixed on the way Riley's hair blended into his scalp. His grip became forceful, leaving marks. She tried to squirm away, but his grip became like steel. Black tears streaming down her cheeks, by now she looked a mess. He shoved her into the alley, Isla refused to look at her she'd disposed of her drink. Her eyes were red now, she stared her brother. The stared was more like a 'whatcha-waiting-for' glare.
Neith sobbed further as he shoved her against the cold brick wall, holding her by her throat. He gave his other hand to the girl, she pulled a pin out of her matching blazer and stabbed his thumb with it. The blood that swelled was black. Neith stifled vomit. He rubbed the blood over her mouth.
That's when his mouth touched hers, his kiss sucking her dry. She lost control of her limbs completely, she fell limp against the wall. Riley let her drop, she crumpled to the ground.
The pain came, she shrieked and cried as the siblings walked from the alley. Riley slung his arm over her shoulder, that's when it all went black and Neith Jones was no more.
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Neith is the picture in the side.
This is a new horror, it's an experiment :P
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