Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the attractive kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? With completely white eyes and a sunken in face? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? As it slowly raises the corner of its cracked lips to an evil but alluring smile. Has your heart started racing, even though your legs refuse to even quiver? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room of darkness in the time it takes you to bat an eyelash?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that's seeking your artery, leaving a trail of warm saliva? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse-the flow that leads to your brain? Has the saliva warmly bubbled and fizzled against your skin, making you feel defenseless, but also relaxed? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you felt the acceptance that your life is finished here, that nothing you do in this moment will matter? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you realize that not all vampires feed on blood-some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?
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Breed Of Emotions
Short StoryI wrote each of these short stories between the ages of eleven and seventeen. Each and every story was written at a different point in my life, with a different state of mind, and a completely unique breed of emotions flowing through my veins. Keep...
