The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

So cold. Everything was cold. My throat ached with a strange thirst, I had never reached this level of parched before. Each and every breath was a razor on my dry throat. I stumbled home it was about 9:15 when I finally reached the door. My yard was flooded with moonlight and my heart with sorrow at the loss I had just endure {See THE NIGHT I DIED}.



The door was locked, and in the struggle I had lost the key. I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. Desperately and with every ounce of strength i could muster I banged on the door once more. "Who is it"?! My mentally and physically abusive boyfriend of three years shouted.



"Baby please opened the door" the words felt like I was regurgitating daggers. He opened the door and my bloody broken body was greeted with an overwhelming impulse to kill. Without knowing what I was doing I lunged at him. I bit hard into his neck but the blood flow wasn't strong enough, so I dug my nails into either side of his throat and pulled as hard as I could with both hands.

It was magnificent how thick and sweet the geyser that sprayed from his neck was as I open my mouth catching the blood mist like a child in a sprinkler. As i grew stronger anger filled me at the sound of his screams, remembering every time he'd hurt me.



"I always loved your best friend, and before I came here to kill you I was kissing him by the beach". His eyes filled with as much hurt as his body portrayed. I could never hurt him enough to make up for his cruelty over the years, but good as it gets is better than nothing. I plunged my hand into his chest and grabbed his heart. As i squeezed i watched the life force ring out of his body like water to a wet rag.



No feeding has satisfied me nearly as much.

COMMENTS

-

---

TheVampyreNico
04:25 Nov 12 2014

I can't recall my first bite must be pushed back in my minds eye.its very beautiful story indeed bravo.

---

POST COMMENT

I could still hear the bass roaring from the rave that was now two miles behind me. I had one more street and a park to cross until I was at the after party when I saw a dog run across the grass and collapse just short of the other side of the park. I ran to help the beast, but was stopped short when I noticed the large puddle of blood draining from the poor things body.



I took out my phone and call animal control but got voice mail, I tried the cops and they said there was nothing they could do since it was not an emergency involving a human. Knowing my boyfriend would be to fucked up to help me I called Peter, his best friend and the host of the party. He picked me up about three minutes after i called, the dog had lost so much blood and i was freaking out that we were too late. Peter held my hand the entire way to the emergency vets office on the other side of the city. We arrived at the office at 10:57 PM and then twelve long minutes later at 11:09 PM the dog died.



I begged Peter to just drive me home, but he refused he said "even when there no miracle an angel deserves to be rewarded for her deeds", I asked him if he was drunk and he just smiled and drove. He took me to the beach on the other side of the train tracks that ran along side the amphitheater and we sat on the rocks drinking a bottle of fire ball whiskey.



The song Mea Culpa came on his phone and he turned to ask if I knew what they were saying, the song being by Celtic group and not in Englsih. As I replied with a no Peter gently swept my hair behind my ear. "She's singing about her deepest fantasies, and mea culpa do you know what that means"? He asked.



My breathing was staggered I had always had feelings for Peter ever since the first time my boyfriend ran out of cocaine and starting beating me during a mood swing over taking out the trash. Peter had been over and was in the bathroom when it started, he rushed out when he heard the racket, he pinned James against the wall and told me to get in his car, he took me here then too.



"What does it mean, Peter"? I asked as I let my eyes lock onto his. His hand was now cupping my cheek softly, slowly but all at once he leaned in and kissed me sweeter than I'd ever dreamed. As our lips parted he pulled me close and whispered "It means I'm guilty, and I am, I am guilty of loving you". My eyes burned as I fought back my tears, I could never leave James he would kill us both. "You can't do that Peter... Please we need to go" I didn't want to leave our spot and I was dying for him to kiss me more.



As we walked to the car the air around us dropped a significant amount, I started to shiver and he told me to put on his coat. It reeked of blood from the dog and I wasn't the only one to notice. We heard a man scream from the parking lot behind the amphitheater where we had parked. Peter ran ahead of me to make sure it was safe he yelled my name and he told me to run but I couldn't leave him.



I ran to the car his body was laying next to it gasping for air, drowning in its own blood. I was frozen for what felt like forever when I was finally able to force my self to his side. The tears I had fought earlier poured out as I held him against me. "Please run" he gasped, I couldn't talk so i shook my head. He was fading so fast I tried to call 911 but he hit the phone out of my hand, "its too late, just run"! I heard him but couldn't listen. "You can't die, I need you Peter" I pleaded "I love you" he whispered.



As I leaned in for our second and last kiss someone grabbed around my waist and I was quickly lifted onto the roof of the amphitheater. I didn't see a face just a shape looming over me, and then I felt the most seductively painful stabbing in my neck. My body surrendered to the bite, melting into my capture fangs, my soul and mind scream clawing to be free, but my body remain limp and helpless.



The air was cool and crisp as it licked the blood that dripped desperately from my porcelain neck. November laid its claims on the world as I watched my last sunrise lay rest to Halloween. The rays burned deep through my flesh, deeper into my muscles, deeper through my bone into my aching soul setting my entire being a-flame.



I laid there on the roof of an amphitheater burning and bleeding for hours and hours until the sun went back to sleep and there was no blood left to bleed. It wasn't until the moon hit its peak that the burning stopped, all at once I became cold and I've yet to feel anything but cold ever since.



The closest I can get to warmth is the succulent sea of blood streaming from a living being into my mouth, flooding my tongue, slithering gracefully down my throat and coming to rest on brim of my morality. The blood smelling so warm and tasting so sweet turns cold as it hits the night air and leaves a bitter taste on my lips as my victims heart ceases to beat, but i can't resist. Blood is my all or nothing, my saving grace, my air, my love and my drug so I will keep drinking until I am not cold any longer...After all it makes me stronger.

COMMENTS

-

---

TheVampyreNico
04:21 Nov 12 2014

Nicely written story indeed bravo

---

POST COMMENT