bored.

Eight

His lips brushed my neck; I thought I would melt. His fingers were entangled in my hair; I wanted him to never let go. His eyes, so crimson, so deprived of…me?; I wanted to hold him and tell him I was there. We gazed at each other; the dead bomb finally sparked.
“Scarz, what did you mean by “no choice”?” Though I knew the answer, I didn’t know what to believe. Were these emotions results from gazing into his eyes or was it just my doing?
“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” He smiled a… Continue

Seven

“Vince stop. You’re tearing her apart.” My protector ordered harshly as the pain controlling vampire narrowed his eyes.
“Zane, just let me go. I’ll only give him a drop, alright?” He nodded, promising me that he’ll pull me away once he thinks I’ve lost enough blood. Cautiously, I stalked up to Vince and held up my wrist. His liquid ruby bore under my skin and, as if in a trance, held my wrist up to his fangs. I closed my eyes, ready to feel ecstasy take over.
“Yo, Zane and Marius. Bet you… Continue

Six

“When I was really young, werewolves brutally tore apart my vampire family. I think I was around six or seven. Anyways, after they killed them, I had no one to help me and I was the one they were after. To start off their attack towards me, they went for my throat. Damaging my lungs, my body wasn’t strong enough to regenerate it fully after those mongrels tore apart my stomach. So only my stomach was healed and I know I need very rare blood to revive myself fully,” He described, a pleading… Continue

Five

The next morning, I could already hear the buzzing voices downstairs. I was surprised I could even hear anything near my coffin. I mean the coffin I slept in was at least four inches thick and padded with red velvet. Quickly jumping in the shower and changing into my newly bought clothes, I rushed to the living room to see who it was.
“Hey Tess, you’re finally up! Crashing here now, huh?” Zane greeted me. Vince still looked like he haven’t talked since we’ve last met.
“Yeah, pretty much. A… Continue

Four

We got back to the gigantic gothic mansion faster than we left. Or so it seemed. As we got out of Aubrey’s Mercedes, he offered to help me with my stuff since he had only one bag. Rejecting his offer, I held out the $280 I didn’t spend. He gave me a puzzled look, so I stuck the cash into his right jean pocket.
“Just go!” I commanded as he stood on the driveway, still confused.


We had paced into the manor and I was about to learn what “things” he had in mind.
“Tess, you get this room. I’v… Continue