Behar Duten

Prologue- A Repugnant Need

“Hey, wait up Canton!” A voice coming from behind Canton exclaimed.

            “No, go away,” he said menacingly, wishing he could walk faster instead of having to stop at his locker.

            “But Canton-” The boy said. Canton interrupted him, spinning around to face the boy. This boy was a ginger, with a splattering of freckles on his usually smiling face. Right now however, his face was upset and his gray eyes pleaded innocence.

            “You betrayed me Duane. I don’t trust you anymore, and I never will. You not only embarrassed me, but you endangered my life! We were best friends and I trusted you, I can’t believe that I trusted you! I don’t want to see your F***ING face anymore you STUPID F***ING BACKSTABBER!” Canton cried and slammed his locker door shut. Duane’s face fell and he tried to make more excuses but Canton just left, nearly running down the halls and out the back doors. As soon as he felt the cool air embrace him he sprinted a few blocks to his favourite hang-out spot. As he came up the path that entered into the forest, he noticed a few freshmen sitting on the rocks that he and Duane had claimed years ago. When they saw him they hurried away in fear, and seeing his expression, they apologized profusely.

            “Never mind,” he said, waiving their defence, ”Just go for now, I don’t care if you come back later.” They all nodded and left, thanking the Lord above that it hadn’t been Duane instead, he was no where near as forgiving. Canton sat down on the rocks for a bit, looking at where he and Duane had carved their names into the rock when they were still in Junior High and everything had seemed so much simpler. He rubbed his thumb on where he and Kaylie, his first and only girlfriend, had carved a heart and their initials together. A raindrop fell on his hand and he looked up surprised, there hadn’t been any forecast of rain, had there? Then he touched his cheek and realized he’d been unconsciously crying. He quickly mopped his face off with his sleeve, embarrassed even though there was no one in sight.

              Getting up, he decided to leave, so he grabbed his discarded backpack off the ground, brushed it off and threw it over his shoulders. Canton knew that he needed to hurry because it was almost time for supper. His foster parents were nice enough, but they didn’t like it when he was late for supper, which was a rare occurrence; even with the debate team, tutoring younger students, French horn lessons, art lessons, and soccer games and practices. Canton also miraculously managed to keep up with his Advanced Placement classes somehow, though he often felt like he might crack under all the pressure. Suddenly, he heard a sound ahead of him. It was the sound of a car whizzing by on the street up ahead. Without realizing it he had almost walked all the way up the path again. Canton picked up his pace a bit, remembering that tonight he would feed again , and it had been almost week since the last time. Out of nowhere a dark figure leaped in front of him and he blacked out.

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Author's Note:

 If you don't like sex scenes skip to chapter one now (but it's not graphic, don't worry).

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A girl sat at a booth in a bar. She had long flowing curly black locks and bright violet eyes. Her body was slender and lithe with nice tight and well-sized breasts. Her beauty, though slightly faded (in her mind anyway), was breath-taking and no woman in the room could compare in the least. The way she carried herself, you would never have expected her to be in a bar as grungy and low as The Mob. All around the room were prostitutes rubbing shoulders with drug dealers, or more accurately, grinding against them. It might also be surprising that a woman of such pure beauty and sex appeal was not surrounded by legions of males, all clamouring to be chosen by her. That was why she'd chosen the booth, so she could be isolated from others, yet still maintain a clear view of the room. She glanced around the bar as though searching for someone. She was driven to this point by bare need, not desire. It was uncommon for her to resort to such measures, but had been weeks since her last time.  She looked at each man's face, studying them as they passed by her. Few did because of her placement but that was good, she could be more selective despite her haste.