A Victim of Love

A Victim

Katniss P.O.V.

I trail my finger across his jawline. And stare into those deep brown eyes. I slowly trace the buttons on his chest. His brown hair sticking out of the side of his roundish head. I bite my lip in a sedicivly way and lean in almost touching his lips.

I grab his arm and pull him to the nearest janitors closet. The dim lighting cannot over power the scent of mold and mildew from the old mops and rags.

I grab the back of his head and turn him to me. I tussle his straight hair and kiss his lips. He smiles in shock at my aggressive kisses. I work my way to his neck leaving small kisses on his cheeks, chin,jawbone, and lips.

I finally reach his throat. I search around for his pulse. Once I find it I push him against the wall and pin him there.

"Katniss?" he asks.

"Shhhhh" I whisper.

"Katniss! You have a boyfriend!" he shouts.

I give his neck one last kiss before I look at him. "So? what's it matter? no one will know."

"Y-Yes they will" he stutters.

"No...It'll be our little secret..." I whisper and put a finger to my mouth before pushing my lips to his and bring the finger down.

"What about Peeta?" he whispers.

I say noting and I continue to kiss his neck. He moans his eyes closed. Nows the time...

I hiss and clamp down in his neck with my fangs. The sound if metal hitting metal comes from the violent bite. I clamp my left hand over his widened mouth as he struggles against me. All of a sudden his body goes limp and he falls to the ground with me still locked on his neck. The thick liquid spewing from his wounds.

His eyes roll up and I smirk and start to lap up the bitter sweet liquid with my tongue. I fill my body with his blood and sigh as I sit back in pleasure if a full stomach. I sit down and rub my belly and wipe my mouth with some toilet paper from the mahogany shelfs.

I one last look at his body before it disappears into a puff of human vapor and floats away. I grin satisfied and sigh.

I feel a little bad for Marvel. But Hey! A girls gotta eat! I giggle as I turn the door nob. I can already feel my strength slowly returning. I open the door quietly and peek my head around the wooden door.

I've been late for third period. I swear under my breath. I make a quick stop to my locker and pick up some books. I quickly shove them into my bag and scurry around the corner.

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Just a filler for ya! hehe to show you the process of how the whole thing works. Sorry no update yesterday...or the day before my great great grandpa is in the hospital and we visited for a few hours. Pray for him please. He's a fighter.

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~Natalie