I had a feeling I was being followed. I looked behind me, nothing there. The pouring rain was cool on my burning checks. They were probably bright red from the night club. Why did I even go there in the first place? I was looking for answers; I know what I have to do. Leave. I know it's not safe.
The darkness can be a scary place. Especially when you’re on your own. My imagination always runs wild. Always.
My body feels numb. Goose bumps run up and down my arms as a cool breeze washes over me. The stale air rushes through me as if I am merely a sheet of paper being shoved around by the element of air.
Then the smell hits me. A smell of someone. Someone close. Too close. Them.
I continued running through the abandoned narrow, never ending alley way. I can hardly concentrate, as the load thudding of my heart fills the silence of the night. Every heart beat echoes louder that the one before. The shallow breathes escape from my mouth aren’t helping me stay less paranoid. Nothing's there. Nothing's there. Is all that runs through my mind. But the truth is even my mind knows there, there.
It's foggy and dark, only the light from the spaced out street lamps guide me a faint pathway infront but I can hardly see. I could be stepping in dog crap for all i know. The full moon shines high in the cloudless sky with its companions the stars. Making me feel less lonely but not less scared.
The sounds of the whooshing breeze sweep across and through the hollow large willow trees and bushes. There branches and the 6ft tangled up fence look as if they are stalking and taunting me. The wind whirls through me, knotting my hair. I can almost see myself in a mirror right now, soaking knotted hair; make up all run down my face. Very attractive. Erh.
I can feel the branches now as they scratch across my face from the overgrown trees but my feet are not failing me. For once. Even with water soaking through to my socks and between my toes. Disgust-
"NAME...?" The familiar voice echoes through the silent night, My body freezes instinctively. My legs slow down weakly into a mere jog. I cringe and move further and faster away from the voice. NAME voice. That was-
Feet don't fail my now. My feet pick up speed. Yes. But they will catch me, sooner or later. Shut up and Run!
The thudding noises of footsteps follow heavily behind. Getting louder and louder. I know they can hear my footsteps splashing though the puddles, but the shallow breathes escaping my lips aren't exactly helping and-
"Where do you think you're going then, aye. “NAME?" Said a familiar voice. I know its NAME. His whole body was standing in the exit to the alley. I have to get out of here. Now. My eyes scan around. Trying not to draw attention to where I'm looking, keeping my head still. Stay calm, I slowly turn around.
"Ha-ha."
There all here. Everywhere. No escape. Over the fence? Oh damn. Too Small. Forget it, worth a try.
"Aww, Look what we got here lads. No escape little NAME. Where are your heroes now aye?" NAME’s voice is eager to slice my thoughts.
"Right behind you, bitch." Now Jump.
"Huh?" He looks around but in the same split of a second someone has hold of my leg. Oh crap. "Haha, really? How pathetic, still fighting. You haven't a chance darling." If I move he will have me, but heck he's gunnah have me anyway. I pull my leg away from his grip.
A massive sweaty palm stretches wide infront of my face. Getting closer and closer. The hand grasps me. Grasping a tight hold around my top. I'm going to die. I'm not longer touching the ground and I have feel the arm tense. My eyes automatically shut. I don’t want to see what one of them it is, I just want the pain to stop. Well, at least NAME and the family I always saw me being apart of are away safe. I can never put them at danger or risk to the world again. They can live- "
"Open your eyes I want to watch the fear in your eyes as I kill you. The memories in my mind will be a great and welcoming opportunity when NAME touches me-"
My eyes flash open. I can't breathe."He will never touch you."
"Oh, on the contrary he will want to know how his little bit of humanity was killed. He will turn rouge. Into one of us."
"Never." I meant to spit the word as if he didn’t scare me. The truth is he don't but the word barely came out. Hearing his name again...Just-
"Any last words."
What the hell. "Yeah I have a few things to say. One Tristan will never be any of you." Laughter erupted but that isn't going to stop me. I'm not finished. "Two, you are not scary. None of you. You are all scum. I mean even my little sister is scarier than you. Ha. What a disgrace. Oh and three-"
I had been building saliva up in my mouth. I spat at him. He didn't even flinch.
He wiped his hand across his face as if he was sweating and removed my saliva. I smiled. I mean, you got to die fighting right and they are really getting on my nerves. Heck I'm gunnah die anyway lets just get it over with. He laughs.
"Go to hell."
"Aww sweetie, still to last breathe you fight. Ha and surely you should know I don't cave to such flattery."
"What.... do mon- Vampires cave on."
"Innocent blood, power, and the truth is you will never know who you truly are. Goodbye NAME."
His hand grips tighter. My lungs are gasping growing tighter and tighter. Who I really am?
My eyes stay fixed on the piecing red eyes.
Images of dripping blood fill my mind. Please be fast. Please not the same torture. No ghosts. No holes. Just fast death.
As If he knew what I was thinking my whole body slams to the floor. Agony hits like a double Decker bus. Legs and arms pound me and my body feels odd. I can feel my body being torn and broken. I hold the screams, close my eyes and I just lay here silent and waiting for death to come.
The thudding of the body parts that pound me echoes through the night. I hold my legs tightly up against my chest. The pain in my chest hurts so badly. He winded me. I hold my eyes shut and the darkness slowly and finally has started to emerge.
Tires screech in a distance. Car doors slam. Great there's more of them, come to watch the final episode. Seems so far away but they will be here in seconds. I jolt as the guy holds me by the scruff of what’s left of my torn top. His red piercing eyes scar through my soul. He smiles admiring his work.
"It's only just begun. They're here. You're the live of the party. Bag her."
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I wake up disorientated. Broken with blood. Why aren't I dead?!
GRAVEYARD
"Get off her." My head snaps up. Blood pour, and drips from my face. Can it really be? I can't feel the pain as I see him walk out of the darkness and into view. To me. My body is frozen on the floor. My attack looks at him. Happy to have made him squirm. Happy to have made him in pain. I stare at him. It's really him. I follow him gaze unwillingly to the attack. His eyes still on me hungry. So this has to be it. I can't move and I can see my family, my angel, my world going to disappear infront of me. The scene of hatred. If looks could kill. I wish they could.
NAME, my attacker leans forward ready to strike. I know what’s coming. So do you.
"NO!!!!!!!!!"
The blade is sharp. It was like, I was a soft amount of butter as it seeped into me. Deep into my stomach. My voice and lips gave out a gasp. My body wasn't going to give out the satisfaction of a scream. Well the truth was I'm too tired to move. Too tired to fight. Too tired to live anymore. But they aren't save, the voice of NAME made my body shake.
My eyelids are like shutters, constantly opening and shutting. Flicking. I can see everyone. I can see, I just can't hear.
The darkness can be a scary place. Especially when you’re on your own. My imagination always runs wild. Always.
My body feels numb. Goose bumps run up and down my arms as a cool breeze washes over me. The stale air rushes through me as if I am merely a sheet of paper being shoved around by the element of air.
Then the smell hits me. A smell of someone. Someone close. Too close. Them.
I continued running through the abandoned narrow, never ending alley way. I can hardly concentrate, as the load thudding of my heart fills the silence of the night. Every heart beat echoes louder that the one before. The shallow breathes escape from my mouth aren’t helping me stay less paranoid. Nothing's there. Nothing's there. Is all that runs through my mind. But the truth is even my mind knows there, there.
It's foggy and dark, only the light from the spaced out street lamps guide me a faint pathway infront but I can hardly see. I could be stepping in dog crap for all i know. The full moon shines high in the cloudless sky with its companions the stars. Making me feel less lonely but not less scared.
The sounds of the whooshing breeze sweep across and through the hollow large willow trees and bushes. There branches and the 6ft tangled up fence look as if they are stalking and taunting me. The wind whirls through me, knotting my hair. I can almost see myself in a mirror right now, soaking knotted hair; make up all run down my face. Very attractive. Erh.
I can feel the branches now as they scratch across my face from the overgrown trees but my feet are not failing me. For once. Even with water soaking through to my socks and between my toes. Disgust-
"NAME...?" The familiar voice echoes through the silent night, My body freezes instinctively. My legs slow down weakly into a mere jog. I cringe and move further and faster away from the voice. NAME voice. That was-
Feet don't fail my now. My feet pick up speed. Yes. But they will catch me, sooner or later. Shut up and Run!
The thudding noises of footsteps follow heavily behind. Getting louder and louder. I know they can hear my footsteps splashing though the puddles, but the shallow breathes escaping my lips aren't exactly helping and-
"Where do you think you're going then, aye. “NAME?" Said a familiar voice. I know its NAME. His whole body was standing in the exit to the alley. I have to get out of here. Now. My eyes scan around. Trying not to draw attention to where I'm looking, keeping my head still. Stay calm, I slowly turn around.
"Ha-ha."
There all here. Everywhere. No escape. Over the fence? Oh damn. Too Small. Forget it, worth a try.
"Aww, Look what we got here lads. No escape little NAME. Where are your heroes now aye?" NAME’s voice is eager to slice my thoughts.
"Right behind you, bitch." Now Jump.
"Huh?" He looks around but in the same split of a second someone has hold of my leg. Oh crap. "Haha, really? How pathetic, still fighting. You haven't a chance darling." If I move he will have me, but heck he's gunnah have me anyway. I pull my leg away from his grip.
A massive sweaty palm stretches wide infront of my face. Getting closer and closer. The hand grasps me. Grasping a tight hold around my top. I'm going to die. I'm not longer touching the ground and I have feel the arm tense. My eyes automatically shut. I don’t want to see what one of them it is, I just want the pain to stop. Well, at least NAME and the family I always saw me being apart of are away safe. I can never put them at danger or risk to the world again. They can live- "
"Open your eyes I want to watch the fear in your eyes as I kill you. The memories in my mind will be a great and welcoming opportunity when NAME touches me-"
My eyes flash open. I can't breathe."He will never touch you."
"Oh, on the contrary he will want to know how his little bit of humanity was killed. He will turn rouge. Into one of us."
"Never." I meant to spit the word as if he didn’t scare me. The truth is he don't but the word barely came out. Hearing his name again...Just-
"Any last words."
What the hell. "Yeah I have a few things to say. One Tristan will never be any of you." Laughter erupted but that isn't going to stop me. I'm not finished. "Two, you are not scary. None of you. You are all scum. I mean even my little sister is scarier than you. Ha. What a disgrace. Oh and three-"
I had been building saliva up in my mouth. I spat at him. He didn't even flinch.
He wiped his hand across his face as if he was sweating and removed my saliva. I smiled. I mean, you got to die fighting right and they are really getting on my nerves. Heck I'm gunnah die anyway lets just get it over with. He laughs.
"Go to hell."
"Aww sweetie, still to last breathe you fight. Ha and surely you should know I don't cave to such flattery."
"What.... do mon- Vampires cave on."
"Innocent blood, power, and the truth is you will never know who you truly are. Goodbye NAME."
His hand grips tighter. My lungs are gasping growing tighter and tighter. Who I really am?
My eyes stay fixed on the piecing red eyes.
Images of dripping blood fill my mind. Please be fast. Please not the same torture. No ghosts. No holes. Just fast death.
As If he knew what I was thinking my whole body slams to the floor. Agony hits like a double Decker bus. Legs and arms pound me and my body feels odd. I can feel my body being torn and broken. I hold the screams, close my eyes and I just lay here silent and waiting for death to come.
The thudding of the body parts that pound me echoes through the night. I hold my legs tightly up against my chest. The pain in my chest hurts so badly. He winded me. I hold my eyes shut and the darkness slowly and finally has started to emerge.
Tires screech in a distance. Car doors slam. Great there's more of them, come to watch the final episode. Seems so far away but they will be here in seconds. I jolt as the guy holds me by the scruff of what’s left of my torn top. His red piercing eyes scar through my soul. He smiles admiring his work.
"It's only just begun. They're here. You're the live of the party. Bag her."
***************************************
I wake up disorientated. Broken with blood. Why aren't I dead?!
GRAVEYARD
"Get off her." My head snaps up. Blood pour, and drips from my face. Can it really be? I can't feel the pain as I see him walk out of the darkness and into view. To me. My body is frozen on the floor. My attack looks at him. Happy to have made him squirm. Happy to have made him in pain. I stare at him. It's really him. I follow him gaze unwillingly to the attack. His eyes still on me hungry. So this has to be it. I can't move and I can see my family, my angel, my world going to disappear infront of me. The scene of hatred. If looks could kill. I wish they could.
NAME, my attacker leans forward ready to strike. I know what’s coming. So do you.
"NO!!!!!!!!!"
The blade is sharp. It was like, I was a soft amount of butter as it seeped into me. Deep into my stomach. My voice and lips gave out a gasp. My body wasn't going to give out the satisfaction of a scream. Well the truth was I'm too tired to move. Too tired to fight. Too tired to live anymore. But they aren't save, the voice of NAME made my body shake.
My eyelids are like shutters, constantly opening and shutting. Flicking. I can see everyone. I can see, I just can't hear.
Powerful stuff Camilla! "Broken with blood" - I like that as well as many other lines - and the piece all together is quite brilliant!
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