Violent Delights And Violent Ends

The way his eyes looked in that moment brought terror to my heart in a way i never thought id feel with him. This boy had become my safe haven in more ways than one but in this moment, with his eyes trained on me in these deserted woods where no one would ever hear my plea's for help, i began to realize he was not a boy, but a monster.

A monster ive now come to love.

A monster i was now afraid i could no longer love and have to run from.

But his eyes, those cold eyes that once shined gorgeously bright and kind now held the fierce gaze of a predator i had no doubt could kill me.

"Don't move" His voice came out in a husky tone that sent shivers down my spine in a way that was less than appropriate for the predicament I'm in.

God i hate myself.

"Please" i cried, stepping back for distance.

A growl slipped past his lips causing me to whimper in fear. Not again, i couldn't go through pain like this again.

Within seconds he was before me, before i could blink, move or even so much as react. It was then everything became very prominent and i could no longer avoid the truth. For it is weaved in his blood red eyes, in his strong exterior and his animistic acts. You could see it in his inhumanly fast movements and the extraordinarily sharpness of his teeth. There was no way to deny what i already knew and before i could even stop it, i found myself whispering it so gently i almost wondered if he could hear at all.

"Vampire"

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On the night of what was supposed to be fun for Azalea Striker ends up being a disaster when she falsely gives into popular boy Ryan. Now months later the tragic events she can no longer fight are getting to her, especially with Ryan flaunting it in her face every chance he has. Shes living in a hell that slowly eats away at her soul and the longer she hides the easier it gets to not exist. But when she meets a mysterious new guy who seems to have dark secrets of his own, she begins to wonder if maybe she isn't alone as she thought.