My story.
Chapter One.
Imagine that everything you thought, not believed, but thought about vampires. Were all lies compared to what truly is there. Imagine that your petty crosses were useless against them, that your holy water was just a toy. What happens then? Do you just curl up into the defensive fetal position, feeling your areas left completely vulnerable? Or do you put aside your beliefs and try to make things right? Do you play hero? Or. Do you just not know? Is everything what you thought it was? Maybe it is… Maybe it isn’t.
Again, Mr. Scuffles ran out. Again, and at night. The cool, crisp air welcomes her as she moves forward with gentle steps, being to the wind’s embrace. Well, it wasn’t that bad. Although.. Her electric blue eyes cast wearily towards the sky. “Cloudy… The perfect fault for the perfect sky.” Her tone is gentle, slightly worn merely from her constant need to yell at her siblings. She had two younger brothers, if only they could understand she wasn’t lying when she said she knew what she was talking about. Had Sane realized that if he leaves the door open, the poor creature would have fled by a natural born curiosity into the wilderness of the outside. Poor Mr. Scuffles. The creature was far to kind to be left out at night, thinking all are its friends. “Damn cat…” Her tone shows no hatred, not towards the now lost creature, at least.
Her steps are clean, soft striking sounds against the concrete, created by her heels. So she was 17, she was old enough to know how to dress herself, over-mature too. Yet in that she didn’t exactly have a choice, did she? “Mr. Scuffles?” A long, black, flowing skirt clings gently to the curves of her hips, leaving the rest for the imagination. She slowly crouches before a couple of bushes, she wore a matching shirt that held to her chest and made sure to not be shy with her curves, being fairly low cut, and yes, black. “Come on Scuffs. You have to be in here, you know.” She reaches her pale hands into the depths of the bush, scanning the interior for the missing cat. She had long, blonde hair, a perfect contrast to what she decided to wear. The cat was a natural scared one, afraid mainly of feet, due to forever thinking one of the giant human creatures would crush it with their feet.
A soft mew erupts from across the street and she turns to look at the slinky frame of a young male cat, a black cat, of course. “There you are, Scuffs. Now its time to take you home.” She slowly straightens and as she approaches her beloved pet, it runs from her, as if the years of being raised from kitty hood meant nothing. “You coward, come on.” She sprints after the fleeing cat. It almost made it look like she was the bad guy, trying to bring it down to the ground with all cruel intentions.
Each one of her now sharp steps echo in the silent streets, almost seeming to help the cat’s fear be kept at high levels. Not realizing its only caring owner was just trying to bring that fear away and return it to the warm bed it seemed to be seeking. The cat stops, trapped in an alleyway. “Gotcha!” She swoops her arms down and gently clasps the young cat. Although it had been running like death itself was chasing it, he seemed to now be favorable and nuzzles to her jawline, causing her to smile, something rare to see.
“See Scuffs? I’m not going to hurt you. Never have, Never will.” She says softly to the cat, stroking its sleek black fur with her soft hand, cradling it to her chest with the other. The cat tenses and suddenly tries to get free with all its might, mewing and raking its claws across her collarbone before she drops him and runs as if there is no tomorrow.
“Scuffs!” She sharply calls to it, ineffectively. She places one of her hands against the shallow wound, bringing it back to see the crimson red of fresh blood, and softly groans. She didn’t care that it was blood, even though it was Her blood, she just didn’t tend to like being injured, and to such a manner as her fearful cat.
“Ahh… Oh how you taunt me so, Mari.. How you taunt me so…” The words curl in a soft whispery voice from behind her, causing her to draw all the way around to face a slim, deathly pale male. Her palm returns to her minor wound, to slow the bleeding as she takes a slow step backwards. The male was dressed in loose black pants that are kept to him by means left unseen as an untucked black, button up shirt hides that specific trait from view. The male seems to smile, in a way she didn’t particularly care for. “How long do you suppose it took me to learn your name? Or even your place of residence?” The soft, whispers of words continue.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Her tone wasn’t even, damn it. She draws back once more, only to have the male step forward with silent, swift steps, hence why she hadn’t heard him. She’s drawn against a wall, and he smirks as he soon presses against her gently, just enough to partially pin her to the wall.
“Ah, harsh language. I know you would prefer to not use it, save for the few that work your nerves.” His tone becomes ever more of a whisper as he draws nearer. From here, his eyes could be read as a tainted clear blue.
“What would you know?” She tries to slip away, and finds his cool, pallid hands to her hips, forcing her to remain as she was with an unseen strength. What he had said about harsh language happened to be true, no matter how many times Kenai tried to say she was full of it for saying as much.
“Much more than you would like for me to say..” His tone remained the same, dropping only as his lips drew closely to her earlobe, their cool presence skimming along her earlobe, causing her eyes to gradually come to a close.
She responded with a chilling silence, his touch drawing unwilling shivers from her as she raises her hands to have her palms press pointlessly against his stomach in an attempt to draw him away from her, however reluctantly.
“Oh Mari..” The male’s lips slowly skim along her neck, teasing the sensitive flesh with his lips, almost seeming trained to particular sweet spots. He also managed to prevent her hand that had previously kept the wound from bleeding freely. His hold tight, but gentle.
“Where did you get my name?...” She spoke now, only to draw attention away from teasing her, slowly draining her resistance as his movements grow further.
The male slowly lifts her hand, drawing his attention from her neck, gently licking at her palm as he comes to reply to her, “It wasn’t very hard to miss. Your siblings could be heard pretty far away.” He took a particular liking towards her blood, his tainted eyes momentarily closing.
Her fingers curl slightly, although she fails to resist his to any great degree, each of his seductive movements having their effects, ten fold. As for his comment, she always fought with her brothers, always screaming and yelling at them. She didn’t know why they managed to work her nerves so well, perhaps it is more the working of her mother…
Her change of mood was well noticed by him, as he returns attention to her neck, softly releasing her wrist. Unable to hold back any longer, his lips brushing from her neck while he licks gently at the wound, the bleeding having slowed, yet not entirely stopped. He softly laps at the wound, following the path it had trickled and finally raises his lips to her neck once more, he was trembling just slightly.
“What are yo-“ Her voice breaks as his nibbling sharply changes to a bite. Two slimmed canines slowly enter her neck, shifting her speech to a soft gasp. She clutches to his stomach as her blood swiftly flows freely into his eager mouth. After a couple of moments her hold slackens to him as she slumps gently back, last hearing his cool tone, “Sleep well, my sweet Mari.” And darkness enveloped her.
Imagine that everything you thought, not believed, but thought about vampires. Were all lies compared to what truly is there. Imagine that your petty crosses were useless against them, that your holy water was just a toy. What happens then? Do you just curl up into the defensive fetal position, feeling your areas left completely vulnerable? Or do you put aside your beliefs and try to make things right? Do you play hero? Or. Do you just not know? Is everything what you thought it was? Maybe it is… Maybe it isn’t.
Again, Mr. Scuffles ran out. Again, and at night. The cool, crisp air welcomes her as she moves forward with gentle steps, being to the wind’s embrace. Well, it wasn’t that bad. Although.. Her electric blue eyes cast wearily towards the sky. “Cloudy… The perfect fault for the perfect sky.” Her tone is gentle, slightly worn merely from her constant need to yell at her siblings. She had two younger brothers, if only they could understand she wasn’t lying when she said she knew what she was talking about. Had Sane realized that if he leaves the door open, the poor creature would have fled by a natural born curiosity into the wilderness of the outside. Poor Mr. Scuffles. The creature was far to kind to be left out at night, thinking all are its friends. “Damn cat…” Her tone shows no hatred, not towards the now lost creature, at least.
Her steps are clean, soft striking sounds against the concrete, created by her heels. So she was 17, she was old enough to know how to dress herself, over-mature too. Yet in that she didn’t exactly have a choice, did she? “Mr. Scuffles?” A long, black, flowing skirt clings gently to the curves of her hips, leaving the rest for the imagination. She slowly crouches before a couple of bushes, she wore a matching shirt that held to her chest and made sure to not be shy with her curves, being fairly low cut, and yes, black. “Come on Scuffs. You have to be in here, you know.” She reaches her pale hands into the depths of the bush, scanning the interior for the missing cat. She had long, blonde hair, a perfect contrast to what she decided to wear. The cat was a natural scared one, afraid mainly of feet, due to forever thinking one of the giant human creatures would crush it with their feet.
A soft mew erupts from across the street and she turns to look at the slinky frame of a young male cat, a black cat, of course. “There you are, Scuffs. Now its time to take you home.” She slowly straightens and as she approaches her beloved pet, it runs from her, as if the years of being raised from kitty hood meant nothing. “You coward, come on.” She sprints after the fleeing cat. It almost made it look like she was the bad guy, trying to bring it down to the ground with all cruel intentions.
Each one of her now sharp steps echo in the silent streets, almost seeming to help the cat’s fear be kept at high levels. Not realizing its only caring owner was just trying to bring that fear away and return it to the warm bed it seemed to be seeking. The cat stops, trapped in an alleyway. “Gotcha!” She swoops her arms down and gently clasps the young cat. Although it had been running like death itself was chasing it, he seemed to now be favorable and nuzzles to her jawline, causing her to smile, something rare to see.
“See Scuffs? I’m not going to hurt you. Never have, Never will.” She says softly to the cat, stroking its sleek black fur with her soft hand, cradling it to her chest with the other. The cat tenses and suddenly tries to get free with all its might, mewing and raking its claws across her collarbone before she drops him and runs as if there is no tomorrow.
“Scuffs!” She sharply calls to it, ineffectively. She places one of her hands against the shallow wound, bringing it back to see the crimson red of fresh blood, and softly groans. She didn’t care that it was blood, even though it was Her blood, she just didn’t tend to like being injured, and to such a manner as her fearful cat.
“Ahh… Oh how you taunt me so, Mari.. How you taunt me so…” The words curl in a soft whispery voice from behind her, causing her to draw all the way around to face a slim, deathly pale male. Her palm returns to her minor wound, to slow the bleeding as she takes a slow step backwards. The male was dressed in loose black pants that are kept to him by means left unseen as an untucked black, button up shirt hides that specific trait from view. The male seems to smile, in a way she didn’t particularly care for. “How long do you suppose it took me to learn your name? Or even your place of residence?” The soft, whispers of words continue.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Her tone wasn’t even, damn it. She draws back once more, only to have the male step forward with silent, swift steps, hence why she hadn’t heard him. She’s drawn against a wall, and he smirks as he soon presses against her gently, just enough to partially pin her to the wall.
“Ah, harsh language. I know you would prefer to not use it, save for the few that work your nerves.” His tone becomes ever more of a whisper as he draws nearer. From here, his eyes could be read as a tainted clear blue.
“What would you know?” She tries to slip away, and finds his cool, pallid hands to her hips, forcing her to remain as she was with an unseen strength. What he had said about harsh language happened to be true, no matter how many times Kenai tried to say she was full of it for saying as much.
“Much more than you would like for me to say..” His tone remained the same, dropping only as his lips drew closely to her earlobe, their cool presence skimming along her earlobe, causing her eyes to gradually come to a close.
She responded with a chilling silence, his touch drawing unwilling shivers from her as she raises her hands to have her palms press pointlessly against his stomach in an attempt to draw him away from her, however reluctantly.
“Oh Mari..” The male’s lips slowly skim along her neck, teasing the sensitive flesh with his lips, almost seeming trained to particular sweet spots. He also managed to prevent her hand that had previously kept the wound from bleeding freely. His hold tight, but gentle.
“Where did you get my name?...” She spoke now, only to draw attention away from teasing her, slowly draining her resistance as his movements grow further.
The male slowly lifts her hand, drawing his attention from her neck, gently licking at her palm as he comes to reply to her, “It wasn’t very hard to miss. Your siblings could be heard pretty far away.” He took a particular liking towards her blood, his tainted eyes momentarily closing.
Her fingers curl slightly, although she fails to resist his to any great degree, each of his seductive movements having their effects, ten fold. As for his comment, she always fought with her brothers, always screaming and yelling at them. She didn’t know why they managed to work her nerves so well, perhaps it is more the working of her mother…
Her change of mood was well noticed by him, as he returns attention to her neck, softly releasing her wrist. Unable to hold back any longer, his lips brushing from her neck while he licks gently at the wound, the bleeding having slowed, yet not entirely stopped. He softly laps at the wound, following the path it had trickled and finally raises his lips to her neck once more, he was trembling just slightly.
“What are yo-“ Her voice breaks as his nibbling sharply changes to a bite. Two slimmed canines slowly enter her neck, shifting her speech to a soft gasp. She clutches to his stomach as her blood swiftly flows freely into his eager mouth. After a couple of moments her hold slackens to him as she slumps gently back, last hearing his cool tone, “Sleep well, my sweet Mari.” And darkness enveloped her.
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