Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 5

Well this chapter is in the point of view of Obsidian,

Once in a while it may be in his view... so enjoy

P.S. PICURE IS OF HEATHER

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That girl… She annoyed me. Everything about her made my insides scream. She was nothing but a pest, an unnecessary creature in this world just like every other human being. The way she talked clearly unintelligent, with all her meaningless questions and statements.

Her oblivion to what I actually could have really done to her was surreal and all her actions dense and redundant but her facial expression… at some points was the thing that was most annoying. The unreadable expression that presented it’s self leisurely but obviously makes my mind pursuit.

What was she thinking about at that instance- in that moment, that time? It looked as if she was thinking a mile a minute but at the same time had nothing to think about and no time to think about it, which makes me crazy.

Ugh why couldn’t I be one of those vampires who could read somebody’s mind? But no, I had to only in actual fact be born with abnormal vampire strength. I would never understand why some vampires wanted my power, so what if I was much stronger than the average vampire and so what if I could take down some of the oldest strongest vampires.

Right now that doesn’t matter. I groan annoyed while ruffling my hair. I roll onto my back on my massive king sized bed and clutch the vacant feeling sheets. There is too much space with no body to fill it. I hate people touching or being my bed but right now on my empty bed only brings my annoyance further up. I sit up to see my cat lying on my carpet in the center of my room.

“Why are you sleeping there? I hate cat hairs on that rug.” I say grabbing him up and stoking his fur.

“You know cat, I had you for a long time but still I haven’t given you a name, what name would you like?” I continue to stoke the cat’s fur and a couple of minutes pass by.

“Meow.”

What the hell am I doing, stoking my nameless animal who I don’t like that much to give a name?

“Oh just get off of me, cat! Who am I kidding this is not a distraction!” I nearly throw the cat off of me, where was Heather when I wanted her? She is another useless human but however, I suddenly feel the need to have her nearby.

I notice the calming smell of Heather and I follow the sweet smell lusting it the more I got near to it, it enhanced all my senses, opened up my taste buds, and I could nearly taste the nectar like nutrients that came in the form of a dark velvet red. I see her in the kitchen cooking for herself, the smell of her food like air. Sometime I just really forgot that she even had to eat. She jumps when she sees me.

“Geez you scared me,” she say holding that tiny little hand to her heart.

I sit on the counter and motion for her to come. When I see that she hesitates, however, I flash her a look.

 “What are you doing?” I question.

“Nothing, just cooking.” She replied.

She starts to shift a little uncomfortable in my intent gaze, unable to make contact with my eyes.

“Look at me when I speak to you.” I say, a little aggravated.

“You know I’m not always in the best of moods to be playing like this.” I finish making sure to emphasize all of my words.

 I motion for her to come again and this time she listens, standing right in front of me eyes only glancing at me for a second before they fall to the ground. I brush the side of her face with my fingers and she blushes, then I grab her face a little too roughly and make her look at me.

“I'm hungry.” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh.” She sighed, sounding a bit disappointed.

Heather is my personal slave or a more classy way to say it she is my servant. She must give me anything that I want at any time I want it, she no longer is her own being she is my being.

Everything on and in her body belongs to me especially her blood it was just my type. I brush her feathery blond hair away from her neck and she tenses something she has never done before and it highly annoys me.

 “Are you disobeying me?” I smile dangerously.

“Huh? N-no, sir, I just thought that since I always give-” she stops finally sensing my mood.

“I'm sorry.” She hastily apologizes.

“You want me to let you make a request, Heather? Are you forgetting your place?” I asked, already thinking of a suitable punishment for her.

“No I’m not,” she responses quickly fear laced in voice.

“You’re already lucky and graced that I even asked for blood I already own.”

I grab her waist and dig deep into those pretty little hips, begging her silently to let out a delicate yelp of pain. I lick her neck teasing myself before I nearly rip her jugular vein out to let all my anger out from today. She gasps from the pain but I continue as if I don’t hear her until I hear her whimper.

I don’t know why I’m so mean or why I feel so good when she cries.

I release her, and she nearly falls- blood still trickling down her neck. I stop the bleeding, and leave her as she continues crying in the kitchen. I am, by then, feeling ten times better than before.

 “Obsidian, how could you do that to her? You are so mean!” A tiny, pest-like voice nags me suddenly.

“Damien do you want some?” I ask knowing the answer . . . He blushes, embarrassed. He would drink any blood, very much unlike me.

 “Sorry I’m only teasing,” I laugh walking away from the nagging little monster.

Damien was crazy liking that human girl's blood some much he ran away from home, the smell of her blood alone made me want to puke. It was so close to a vampire's blood taste… how could any vampire want it I just couldn’t fathom?

 That human… she was weird. She acted a little different from other human girls who would just fall in my lap or was really scared of me; it was like a different mixture of feeling that radiated from of her.

Her face was different too, her onyx hair was like a dark waterfall that looked like it felt like clouds, her eyes so monochrome gray it looked white, like white crystals, the luminosity… like platinum and shined like white gold. What am I thinking about? Why am I thinking about that? She isn’t anything to me, nothing but a human with vampire like features.

So why was I so energized at that time, why was it so fun, why did I push for more, why do I want to feel her emotions, why do I want to know what she’s thinking and why is it fun to figure her out? Why does she leave me with curiosity?

I hope I never see her again because I just don’t know how I would react if I did.

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So Heather what do you think should she get a part because i think she may have alot to say.