To Love A Vampire
- LECTURAS 601
- Votos 35
- Partes 5
First chapter originally written for the #loveshot contest: Those Blue Eyes.
Vampires --vile, dangerous creatures of the dark that replenish and survive on the blood of all things mortal. Creatures that hunt and kill without remorse or mercy. The most lethal of predators hiding beneath the ethereal beauty, grace and perfection. However, a savage beast ponders beneath the surface, having lost all ties with compassion and care. They don't have beating hearts in their chests, they aren't careful when handling a fragile thing like a living being.
Then why did HE feel something towards the delicate and unearthly gorgeous human? Why did he feel flutters in his stomach whenever she smiled? Why did the raging, uncaring beast inside him went insane with blood-lust at the thought of her being harmed and harassed? Why was it that whenever he saw her eyes glossy, he had the urge to burn the earth to ashes, to torture the cause of her sorrows to death, to find a way to ease away her pain in whichever way it was possible?
Yet, at the same moment, he couldn't stand being in the same room as her. He barely controlled the longing to suck her dry. He would find himself glaring at her long, delicate throat, the translucent skin showing him the veins and arteries in a beautiful web of blue, green and purple.
He would listen to her beating heart which -consciously or unconsciously- brought him comfort that she was breathing when she was out of sight. At the same time, the heinous desire to rip it out of her chest would burn his entire being. It would fascinate him when her heart fluttered, picked up its pace, or slowed into a steady rhythm. It would also force him to imagine... its taste... its scent... the feel of it in his hands...
Torn between affections and ardour and the compulsion to slay and slaughter... What is a vampire to do when he can neither love, nor destroy?
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