Lunar Cry

Lunar Cry

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I shivered as I felt the razor sharp fangs drag from under my ear to the nape of my neck. "Are you ready little one?" My vampire asked, her warm breath sending goosebumps across my flesh. "Y-yes." My voice trembled, what else could I say? I couldn't escape her arms, so much stronger than my own, wrapped around my waist. Even if I could, I wouldn't, I was her helpless prey and she, my beautiful predator. Without so much as a warning, she plunged her fangs into my neck, muffling my scream with her hand. Pain, horrible, mind-numbing pain blossomed across my neck and shoulder as tears streamed from my eyes. Faintly, I could feel a miniscule amount of her ice cold venom seep into my neck. Gently, my beautiful predator removed her fangs from my neck, licking the puncture marks to seal them with her saliva. "You're mine, now and forever babygirl."
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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