Okay, it's not very gory...yet, but I plan to take it into that direction.
A young love blossoms within the fearful world of humans. Will this creature, his little lady have mercy upon them…or will we prove to be the true monsters of this tale?
I’m writing this journal, as a recollection of prior events to my dear cousin Anita, whom I refer to in affection as my “little lady.” She is a petite one, which adds to her subtle beauty. She is not baby faced, a rarity for one this young. That is why I call her my little lady…she’s mature not only in nature, but also in mind and spirit. It’s almost disheartening to see her as a child, with little to no youthful playfulness.
Dare I say I’m in love with her? Perhaps, but love is not something I can afford at this precious moment. Be it even possible to have a relationship with such a creature, which I found. Oh, she isn’t my cousin by blood…well, wasn’t that is to say.
What could I possible mean by that? Well you see, a few years ago I found this child with the coldest stare, lost in the cold breathing heavily as she struggled for her very life. At first it seemed as if she and I were in mortal danger, there gorily laid a number of bodies. Blood catered upon the cold snow, almost beautiful if not considering the material for the artwork.
Strangely enough, I noticed blood upon her…most concerning was the blood draining from her mouth. Had these men injured her, had they been bandits willing to have their way with this young girl? I would forbid it, yet…what was to happen next was quite a shock. Should I have listened to this dying man’s words?
No one said passion was without the color of blood after all….
There I go again, losing track of myself as I ponder this creature’s beauty. Anyway, one of the men had survived from whatever fate fell upon them, and crawled fearlessly toward us. At first I could not make out the ramblings, until I lend a more cautious ear. “Get out of here…not human….” The dying man had warned.
Not human? I scoff at such a ridiculous statement. She may be what she is, but that’s not to stop me from understanding her, and her place in the world. After all, one cannot help the hunger of life, as we all must feast upon what gives us life.
Surprisingly the young girl, whom would later become known as my dear little lady, Anita, took hold of the man’s face and muttered so angelically “You have taken my family,” exposing the sharpest teeth I have ever seen…a row of spikes if you will.
The man whimpered, “Please don’t!”
I fell backwards as the girl feast upon his flesh, exposing his skull and other bits only the bravest of artists had dare painted. She turned to me, as I horrified, as I was; those eyes, I could not help but admire those round eyes, filled with a bit of lust and even adoration at my very own fright.
Before we could exchange phrases, I threw up. Had never seeing such a thing so gruesome, and so close…perhaps I’d not been sick then? It was nature at it’s most grotesque, and yet here I was throwing up. I wiped off the remains; disposing of the glove I wore, looking back up to the girl too scared to even move. Finally realizing what fate had befallen these men, I could not help but wonder if this was my last few moments alive. Just who was she, what was she? I scrambled away, begging for my life to be spared.
“I have no intention of harming you, lest you attack me or pose any threat. Do both of us a favor, and never speak of what you have seen, nor ever describe my face. For if you should…” running her fingers across her lips, she drank the man’s blood and consumed whatever was left of the poor man’s face before finally finishing her warning, “I will relieve you of your life.” Her teeth returned to normal.
She gave me a twisted smile, and that’s when my heart was pierced. She proceeded on her own, but despite my original destination, decided to follow her, which she was reluctant to have me with her, at first….
It was beginning to darken, as I noticed her begin to become slow and weak. Despite my unwelcoming presence, she would answer my questions. Even if not all mysteries were solved.
I guess she felt some sort of apologetic nature towards me, because in the start of our journey, she had seemed so frightening to me, when being requested not to follow I had fallen and injured my leg, scratching it upon the prickly twigs and roots. After that, in some sort of apology asked for my name.
Which I replied to, “I’m Joseph, Joseph Harkins,” I choked out. “I’m in search of work as I need food, and shelter.” I looked down, afraid to acknowledge her presence.
“A farm boy?”
“Please, don’t call me that.”
“And how old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
She began to walk again, yet I just had to ask of her name as well. “Who…what are you? Aren’t you cold in that dress?” She just smirked briefly looking back at me.
“I’m your death.”
I gulped at the words, had she intended to kill me for disobeying her warning? She saw that I had taken it seriously enough, with a face as pale as the snow and answered me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you…yet. I’m Anita.” I pressed on, asking for her being. “Those men, they killed my family for what they were…and tried doing the same to me. I couldn’t let them get away with it…I became exactly what they viewed me as, and that’s a monster.”
I felt sadness for her, even though I had seen exactly what she had done to that man, a hint of the horrors that befell them. Was I falling in love, with this monstrous beauty? I would stare at her, relishing at her demonizing stare that pierced my fear.
I was afraid of her, and falling in love. I took a closer look, and noticed her short blonde hair, and how it barely graced her neck, exposing neck and shoulders ever so sweetly. With pouting lips, finished with the peach skin of smoothness. The collar she wore made me think of her as someone’s lost pet, and it so artistically went with her black dress, a contrast in the snow.
She didn’t appear much younger than me, yet I had to call her a child. That’s what she was, and though I hate to admit it, I am one as well. She only looked about thirteen, or fourteen….
Suddenly, she fell to her knees. I rushed to her, and requested what was wrong. “I haven’t eaten….” That surprised me a little, as what she had done earlier. “I did a number on those men, but I did not feed upon them.”
“What is it do you need to eat?”
“Blood.”
At first, I couldn’t help but become flush. Was I to be killed, in order for her survival? I stumbled back swallowing hard.
“Do not worry, I’m too weak to move. I couldn’t kill you, even if I need to. It looks like I’m the one at your mercy. If you think me a beast, now is the time to end it all.”
I was shocked at her words.
“I couldn’t hurt anyone.”
She smiled at me.
“What happens if you don’t feed?”
“The same thing that happens to any other creature when they can’t eat…I die.”
I was speechless, and tried thinking hard as what to do for her. Then bravely enough, I asked if somehow I could provide the blood she needed. She seemed shocked by the statement, and frowned.
“Why would you do that? Why would you mercifully aid me?”
I couldn’t help but think hard on that question. Why did I want to help her? Did I feel sorry for this creature, or was I flat out in love with the girl at this point? That is to say, what fate would befall us?
Either way, I asked how we proceeded to do this. She told me to lend out my arm, and so I did. Her teeth became fearsome again, and I recoiled in fright. “Do not worry, I am only going to penetrate you enough for bleeding…they’re sharp enough, as you won’t feel as much pain from say glass from a broken window or something less condensed.”
I closed my eyes, and turned away holding out my arm. I could feel the sharp burning sensation as my skin was ripped apart, for some reason the pain reminded me of pencil lead. Then I could feel my warm blood drain from the fresh wound, feeling like sweat but more stable and even somehow relaxing to me.
Anita licked the blood off, returning her teeth to normal as not to cause any more damage, as I opened my eyes looking back at this creature of beauty. Her eyes graced mine during the act, shy yet somehow in control of the situation. I couldn’t help but feel some sort of excitement, and held back a gentle smile.
Suddenly her eyes turned red, and her face became less pale. At this time, she blushed. She was actually embarrassed.
“This is your blood within me, allowing me to live and relate emotion. It is the fate of one such as I…a demon, better known as the blood drinker. This is who I am.”
“I thought your kind existed only in legend, and you’re telling me that you are…”
“Yes, but I tell you the truth, our kind is not of a religious affair. The fear from humans is what makes us the stuff of your nightmares. I am a berserker, a shape shifter, a werewolf, and a vampire…whatever you want to call it. Our kin…is dying off.”
To be continued....
What the smeg?
Nice! Looking forward to the continuation of this...
I like. The obession with fear, with fate and one's own fate. I like this alot. I could not bet allow her to comsume me boddy and soul.
Bump. Are you going to write more of this?
Yep, just have some faith!
