Falling for the Devil

Falling for the Devil

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My heart stung, it felt as though I had been holding my breath the whole time. My body shook with the bass of my heart drumming wildly against my chest and my blood boiled in my veins. His hand snaked its way up and around my neck, pulling me in and crushing my lips beneath his while the other traveled along the smooth curve of my hip and around my thigh. My fingers had a mind of their own, although they trembled they worked their way along the buttons of his collared black shirt and severed each one from the small holes that held them in place. I parted my lips against the slow but urgent motion of his for air and he quickly replaced my breath with the warm sweep of his tongue against mine. The connection was electric. It was as if my very soul was on fire, molten heat that soaked into my very tissue and muscle
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The night was cold and the wind was blowing. Their wasn't a being in sight, but that's understanding considering is around midnight. The leaves crunch under my feet and white fog surrounds my face after every exhale of air. I hear a snap from behind me and quickly turn to see what it was...nothing. Turning back, I began to quicken my pace. I'm suddenly shoved to a wall with my neck crammed to the side. "You smell delicious." A voice said. I turn my head only to see a man with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. "P-please. Let me go." I cried. He smirked, "Where's the fun in that?" With that his eyes turned red with veins under them, fangs peeked from his mouth. He latched his fangs in my neck, draining me of my blood. I can slowly feel myself become weaker, slowly start to fade away. I now lay on the ground, my own blood pooled around me, waiting for my life to end...that is until I feel warm liquid run down my throat and hear the sound of my own neck snap. __________________________________________ A/N: I literally hate this story but I don't want to delete it because it's the first one I ever wrote. Fair warning....it sucks.

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