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ONE.

ACT I: ENCOUNTER


IT WAS THEN. When I drank in the orange hue littering the soon to become dark sky,when I hit my foot against the grass under my boots,I thought my eyes were playing tricks with me. Was I seeing things? Heart palpitations fast, heart beating like a wild animal against my rib cage, wanting to jump out from my pale body. Frail hands started to shake violently, mind fogging with only you in front.

For the first time in my four hundred and seventy eight years of living, my knees went weak.

The same orange hue splattered across your heavenly skin, you was wrapped in some type of aura I've never seen before(but it was somewhat familiar). Who are you? I stood up cautiously (wouldn't want to fall), inched you with breath I didn't notice was held firm, both ends of my mouth stretched into something I've never felt in years; a smile. You eyed me up and down, I'm not sure if it was those intriguing,sharp gaze or those plump honey glazed lips, but my heart skipped a beat.  Your aura was heavy and thick, like those of my fellow kind told me to stay away from. But I've never listened to them, did I?  So I did the exact opposite,I inched in closer. You stood up, our eyes on the same level now. I looked and wondered what lies under those bronze colored orbs. "Do you feel the same as I feel?" I asked,wondering if he knew what I was talking about.

"Yes,but ten times stronger ." You said before flashing your biggest grin that almost made me go blind.

Oh,Oh.

Along your grin came that dimple that was worth dying for. I reached out my hand(still shaking),wanting to caress your cheeks. "Ouch!" I retreated my hand immediately. I looked at my fingers,now crimson and hurt,I looked back at the ethereal man standing in front of me. Realization was thrown on my face as I realised who was standing before me. Any other vampire will have ran for their life(or fled) when they saw the sight of him,or maybe would not have the chance to do so before he killed them with nothing other than utter malice. But here I am,standing in front of him,alive and in love, with a so-called monster.

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