Silhouette

Silhouette

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 8, 2015
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Mystery
Chris Hartley's life changed after his transfer to Crestmont High, former school of the deceased, Madison Sinclair. Her death left Chris with questions like Madison's promise to him that he didn't get. As days pass, Chris started to see humanoid silhouettes. Each one is a signal something will happen. Each one resembles a person and it seems like his new friends are its target. Everyday, Chris's life changes and he didn't realize he's becoming into someone he isn't. WARNING: IT CONTAINS SOME MATURE CONTENT
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"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

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