I came to eventually with a pounding headache. It felt as if my collar bone was fractured as well as my wrist being sprained. I couldn't see anything. It is pitch black where I am. My mouth is throbbing, and I have the slight taste of blood on my tongue. It smells kinda musty and stale, like an old cellar or basement. It's amazing how your senses kick into overdrive when you loose one sense. I am even able to smell an old, coppery smell. Suddenly, it hits me. I'm smelling old blood. My pulse begins to race. Surely this can't be happening to me I think to myself. I try to move a little, just to realize that I'm bound at my wrists and ankles. I hear a shuffle behind me and pray that it's a rat.
Suddenly, I hear talking. It sounds like a little girl talking to a boy, about teen aged. "Riley, I think this one is a pretty good find. Good job," says the little girl. A slight breeze blows across the nape of my neck. "And he smells deliciously repulsive!" laughed the girl. "You did a very good job!" The boy spoke up, "What do you mean Vi... dear?" The girl seemed a tad irritated for a second when she replied, but her toned softened quickly as she spoke, "I told you before that some have special abilities. The group that is trying to take our food has a mind reader. This one has something that makes people avoid him. It will be interesting to see how it develops."
"Listen to his pulse. It's going pretty fast. Would you like me to leave so you can...take care of him?" Riley asked. The girl gave a girlish grunt to signal Riley's depart. She giggles as she says, "I can smell your blood. It's not as tempting as some bloods I've smelled in the past, and I'll have to force myself to finish, but the end result will be an awesome reward."
She rubs a piece of ice across my neck, which is a great confusion. Am I about to be sexually assaulted? I feel the breeze again. She whispers in my ear, "Be good for me," and the ice is spread on my ear. The sudden realization that it was her tongue, not ice, and her breath, not a breeze, hits me as she sinks her ice cold fangs into my neck. The pain is severe, but not as painful as the ice on her fangs trailing from the puncture through my body. As I begin to black out from the pain, I feel my blood spilling off my shoulders and hear the girl noisily drinking from me.
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Fredrick: The Peaceful Ruler (A Twilight Fan Fiction)
FanficThis is a fan fiction story based around the death and second life of "Freaky Fred," a minor character from Twilight's "The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner." Fred is just the typical art student. Very shy and reserved, no one noticed he was gone.
