Post by Torrid on Sept 12, 2005 17:30:08 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Title: Blood
Author: Jenny P.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R later. not sure yet)
Warnings: vampire story
Category: Original writing
Crossover? No[/glow]
A famous vampire once said, “The blood is the life.” He may have been fictional but he was completely right.
Blood… it is what drives us—us meaning vampires. We need it desperately and hunger for it constantly.
Most of us are not the mindless savages that you might think we are. We have our minds and we have our souls. That is our curse. We must hurt or kill others even if we know it is wrong.
Some vampires—like some humans—ignore what their conscience tells them and do what is wrong. They do not feel guilt about their wrongdoing because they care only for themselves.
Some do what they think they must do and kill innocent lives. They feel guilt beyond all else because they cannot ignore what their conscience is telling them.
Some feed only off of animal blood but are weak in the process.
Others try to deny themselves of what they need—what they hunger for—only to go mad in the process.
And the ones like me… we drink but do not kill. Sometimes we even find willing hosts. But this… this leaves us known to mortals. So, some humans become crazed and some try to hunt us. Only the strong ones have great enough mind powers to rid them of this knowledge or find the ones who will not speak of it.
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I couldn’t believe it. I was finally having my first night out at a club. It was now my 21st birthday and I had an exciting night in store. Little did I know that it would be exciting in ways I couldn’t have possibly imagined beforehand.
I was sitting at a table with a few of my friends. We were chatting away, drinking, and looking around. That was when I noticed him.
I looked around for an interesting face and I got what I wished for when my eyes landed on a tall and pale figure.
He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen with his long black hair and slender frame. He looked mysterious and that was the type of man that interested me most. I liked a challenge. Someone who would tell me everything right away would bore me too easily and I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed with this guy.
I smiled to my friends and told them I was going to check out the dancing and made my way over to the man who had caught my eye.
As I walked over to him he looked at me, knowing I was coming right to him. His gaze intrigued me so much I didn’t even notice the slight chill that ran through me.
When I was finally standing a foot away he looked down at me. I was in awe and couldn’t think of what to say for a moment. But I regained my composure soon and smiled flirtatiously at the man. He remained silent but kept his gray eyes on me. This only made me even more attracted.
“Wanna dance?” I finally asked him.
I saw a slight nod then felt a pair of cool arms wrapped around my waist. I in turn put my arms on his shoulders and danced, moving my hips to the beat. I was surprised at how well he danced. He didn’t look like he was the type to like to dance but I knew looks could be deceiving.
“So what’s your name?” I asked while we were dancing.
“Jonathon,” he told me.
“I’m Eve,” I said.
“Ah, Eve,” he said. “The bringer of life.”
“I’ve always thought of it as the night,” I told him.
“But it isn’t,” he replied. “Eve is the mother of all. Haven’t you ever heard the story?”
“Yes,” I said. “I have.”
Moments passed and he didn’t say anything. I tried to keep the conversation.
“Do you come here often?” I asked. Ah, I always did foolish things around guys. Somehow saying pick up lines without meaning to was one of them.
“I come here from time to time,” he told me, either realizing I wasn’t using a pick up line or choosing to move on with the conversation seriously. “But I go other places too.”
“So how old are you?” I asked, wanting to keep up conversation.
An expression played over his face. Was it a smile? I couldn’t tell. His features went back much too quickly for me to see.
“How old do you think I am?” he asked.
I laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I want you to guess,” he stated.
“Hmm…” I said while in thought. He looked to me a man of his mid 20s. “26?”
A smile ran over his face. “You’re close.” He went silent and I could tell he wasn’t going to tell me but that was alright with me.
“I’m 21,” I said. “In fact, today’s my birthday.”
“That’s good,” he said. “I was hoping I’d be able to take you home tonight.”
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There I was, letting him into my house. Never in my life had I brought someone I had only just met into my apartment for the night. I was always the type to wait for love rather than just attraction but there was just something about him that I couldn’t resist.
I led him to my room and lied down on my bed, waiting for him to join. He slid on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Stroking my hair he pushed the brown strands off my neck then brought his mouth to my neck.
“I’m sorry,” he told me, his voice humming against my neck. “I only came here for one reason.” His voice seemed genuinely sorry. I couldn’t think why a man would be sorry for wanting to sleep with a girl when that was his intention all along.
Even though I didn’t quite understand what was happening right away I got my answer when a sharp pain came to my neck. I sighed from the pain rather than screamed. It was as if I was paralyzed and could barely make noise. I couldn’t move and I wasn’t sure if that was his doing or my fear. I could feel the blood in my veins move to that spot of my neck and I began to figure out what was going on.
This man, Jonathon, was a vampire.
Author: Jenny P.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R later. not sure yet)
Warnings: vampire story
Category: Original writing
Crossover? No[/glow]
A famous vampire once said, “The blood is the life.” He may have been fictional but he was completely right.
Blood… it is what drives us—us meaning vampires. We need it desperately and hunger for it constantly.
Most of us are not the mindless savages that you might think we are. We have our minds and we have our souls. That is our curse. We must hurt or kill others even if we know it is wrong.
Some vampires—like some humans—ignore what their conscience tells them and do what is wrong. They do not feel guilt about their wrongdoing because they care only for themselves.
Some do what they think they must do and kill innocent lives. They feel guilt beyond all else because they cannot ignore what their conscience is telling them.
Some feed only off of animal blood but are weak in the process.
Others try to deny themselves of what they need—what they hunger for—only to go mad in the process.
And the ones like me… we drink but do not kill. Sometimes we even find willing hosts. But this… this leaves us known to mortals. So, some humans become crazed and some try to hunt us. Only the strong ones have great enough mind powers to rid them of this knowledge or find the ones who will not speak of it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn’t believe it. I was finally having my first night out at a club. It was now my 21st birthday and I had an exciting night in store. Little did I know that it would be exciting in ways I couldn’t have possibly imagined beforehand.
I was sitting at a table with a few of my friends. We were chatting away, drinking, and looking around. That was when I noticed him.
I looked around for an interesting face and I got what I wished for when my eyes landed on a tall and pale figure.
He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen with his long black hair and slender frame. He looked mysterious and that was the type of man that interested me most. I liked a challenge. Someone who would tell me everything right away would bore me too easily and I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed with this guy.
I smiled to my friends and told them I was going to check out the dancing and made my way over to the man who had caught my eye.
As I walked over to him he looked at me, knowing I was coming right to him. His gaze intrigued me so much I didn’t even notice the slight chill that ran through me.
When I was finally standing a foot away he looked down at me. I was in awe and couldn’t think of what to say for a moment. But I regained my composure soon and smiled flirtatiously at the man. He remained silent but kept his gray eyes on me. This only made me even more attracted.
“Wanna dance?” I finally asked him.
I saw a slight nod then felt a pair of cool arms wrapped around my waist. I in turn put my arms on his shoulders and danced, moving my hips to the beat. I was surprised at how well he danced. He didn’t look like he was the type to like to dance but I knew looks could be deceiving.
“So what’s your name?” I asked while we were dancing.
“Jonathon,” he told me.
“I’m Eve,” I said.
“Ah, Eve,” he said. “The bringer of life.”
“I’ve always thought of it as the night,” I told him.
“But it isn’t,” he replied. “Eve is the mother of all. Haven’t you ever heard the story?”
“Yes,” I said. “I have.”
Moments passed and he didn’t say anything. I tried to keep the conversation.
“Do you come here often?” I asked. Ah, I always did foolish things around guys. Somehow saying pick up lines without meaning to was one of them.
“I come here from time to time,” he told me, either realizing I wasn’t using a pick up line or choosing to move on with the conversation seriously. “But I go other places too.”
“So how old are you?” I asked, wanting to keep up conversation.
An expression played over his face. Was it a smile? I couldn’t tell. His features went back much too quickly for me to see.
“How old do you think I am?” he asked.
I laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I want you to guess,” he stated.
“Hmm…” I said while in thought. He looked to me a man of his mid 20s. “26?”
A smile ran over his face. “You’re close.” He went silent and I could tell he wasn’t going to tell me but that was alright with me.
“I’m 21,” I said. “In fact, today’s my birthday.”
“That’s good,” he said. “I was hoping I’d be able to take you home tonight.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There I was, letting him into my house. Never in my life had I brought someone I had only just met into my apartment for the night. I was always the type to wait for love rather than just attraction but there was just something about him that I couldn’t resist.
I led him to my room and lied down on my bed, waiting for him to join. He slid on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Stroking my hair he pushed the brown strands off my neck then brought his mouth to my neck.
“I’m sorry,” he told me, his voice humming against my neck. “I only came here for one reason.” His voice seemed genuinely sorry. I couldn’t think why a man would be sorry for wanting to sleep with a girl when that was his intention all along.
Even though I didn’t quite understand what was happening right away I got my answer when a sharp pain came to my neck. I sighed from the pain rather than screamed. It was as if I was paralyzed and could barely make noise. I couldn’t move and I wasn’t sure if that was his doing or my fear. I could feel the blood in my veins move to that spot of my neck and I began to figure out what was going on.
This man, Jonathon, was a vampire.