Prologue: The Party and the Bite.A Chapter by †The†Emo†Girl†The Party and the Bite. Full off drugs, sex, drinks and.... vampires?!Prologue: The Party and the Bite. "One
thing vampire children are taught is, never run with a wooden stake." I didn’t
even want to be here! I hated parties,
and my best friend knew that. I wasn’t
very good at dancing " I was so clumsy I constantly fell everywhere " I
couldn’t hold my drink properly " in other words, it didn’t take a lot of
drinks to get drunk " and I didn’t even know anyone. I’d been at home an hour ago, working on my
essay for Mr Jacksons Science class when she’d come running round, long, black
hair tied back, short skirt on, a top that barely covered her breasts and heels
that made her look a couple inches taller than she actually was. She’d also been wearing a lot of make-up
which made her look like a Barbie. “Come on,” she’d said, “we’re going to a party.” I’d told her I couldn’t, but she had somehow managed to
win the argument, and here I sat, surrounded by drunken people dancing or
making out, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. I’d been wearing sweats and a jumper before
and I’d stated that I wanted to stay in them, but Samantha had told me to
change. So I had, but I wasn’t going to
wear anything as revealing at her. She
may have a boyfriend who humps her daily who loves her to show everything off,
but I didn’t want to show anything off.
I didn’t even know I had this tank top in fact. I was sat on a comfy, black leather sofa, a drink of Coke
in one hand, the other hand resting on my lap.
My legs were crossed and I was tapping my foot clad in a black converse
along to the beat of the music. Two emo’s
were making out heavily besides me. Sam
had long since disappeared into the upstairs of her best mate’s house with her
boyfriend, still kissing, barely still in their clothes. I had a good mind to leave her here and go
back home, but it was nearly two am and everyone was too drunk to drive or walk
me home. And I didn’t know anyone; they
were all mostly Goths and emo’s, each with several facial piercings, tattoos
and way too much make-up on. Their place
faces turned to me as they danced or walked back. I was out of place here. Even though my pale skin matched some of
their faces, my long, flowing light brown hair, no facial piercings, and no
make-up on stuck out here like a Kiss fan at a JLS concert. I sighed and sipped my Coke. It had long since gone flat but I didn’t mind. It still tasted the same, just without the bubbles. I was bored, and the music was starting to give me a headache. I had no idea why Sam had decided to bring me. I wasn’t a Goth or an emo, I wasn’t Scene, and I defiantly didn’t fit in here. Maybe she was trying to hook me up with someone, it had been months since my last boyfriend, and we’d only broken up because I didn’t want sex. I’m seventeen years old and probably the last virgin in my class! Not that I cared, I wasn’t the sort of person who slept around, like most of my class and Sam. Before Blake, she slept with anyone who she wanted too. I rolled my eyes at myself and sighed again, putting my drink on a small table next to the sofa. The room around me was dark, with DJ decks set up in the corner next to the drinks table. The walls were a dark colour, but I couldn’t really see them since the only light in the room was a strobe light either side of the DJ decks. I tried not to look at them since they hurt my eyes. People blocked my view of the DJ; they were all using the floor of Sam’s friend’s basement to dance. There were sofas along each wall, each with at last one couple kissing on it. I was tired. And I
was bored. And, because I’d been sat
down for the past three hours, my butt was numb and my left leg had pins and
needles. I stood up and stretched, my
tank top riding up slightly so my belly button appeared. I dropped my arms and my belly button
disappeared. I looked around, still
bored. And that’s when I saw him. It was like the crowd of dancers had parted,
giving me a full view of the tall, muscular figure leaning against the bar,
watching me. His hair was short, but not
spiky. His fringe flopped over his left
eye. There was a small smirk of his pale
pink, full lips. His skin seemed to
stand out more with each flash of colour from the strobe light. He was clad in black, with a black leather
jacket to match. He looked… sexy! I couldn’t make out the colour of his eyes,
but they were locked onto mine. I
blushed a light pink colour, my cheeks warming and turned to grab my Coke. When
I turned back, he’d gone. I frowned a
little, searching the dance floor and the edges of it for him, but he’d gone. D****t!
I sighed and headed over to the drinks table where a little wash box was
set up. The water had been changed and
it was clear, with bubbles sitting on top.
I quickly cleaned and dried my glass before sliding it back onto the
table. I didn’t care about Sam anymore,
she could stay upstairs f*****g Blake all night, I was going home. I headed for the front door, coughing when I walked
through the smoke seven girls were producing.
All Goths, sat on a corner sofa, puffing away whilst their boyfriends
sat next to them, some with their girl’s legs over theirs or with their girls
on their laps. I walked straight past
them, a few of them turning their heads to me.
It was understandable, I guessed.
I wondered if that guy at the bar was staring at me for that same
reason. He fit in perfectly here with
his dark clothes, I stuck out. Or he was
just wondering if I would be a good f**k.
Screw him anyway, I’d off home to my warm bed. He could go and eye f**k some other
girl. I smiled as the cool night air
flew into my face as I stepped outside.
The basement had been stuffy and smelt like sex. Out here it was nice, cool, and smelt like
the wood the town was surrounded by. I
smiled, tucked my hair behind my ear, pulled on my jacket that I’d grabbed on
my way out and set off down the road.
The moon was full tonight, casting a silvery glow on the houses, front
lawns and road. It was nice, it made
even the rubbish covered pavement look pretty.
I loved the night, which was the funny thing about me. You could see the stars and the moon at
night. I knew that sometimes you could
see a faint moon in the sky in the day sometimes, but I liked to see it at
night. I didn’t live far from Sam’s mate’s house. The town was only small and the only thing I
really had to use my car for was when I went to do some serious shopping. You had to drive to the next town for
that. We have a few shops in
Morganville, but they weren’t big enough for when you needed a big shop. Sure, there were a few small food shops and a
HMV, but that was it really. The only
other thing was a walking equipment shop.
There were quite a few trails going through the forest. I’d used one or two in the past sometimes
with my parents. I looked to my left to
see the forest, bathed in the silvery glow from the moon. In the dark, the forest looked menacing and
dangerous usually, but in the glow of the moon, it looked… perfectly normal,
peaceful and beautiful. Not that I didn’t
find the forest beautiful anyway, I loved nature. I suddenly stopped, the hair on the back of my neck
standing on end, a weird tingly feeling swept over my body, making my
shiver. Suddenly, it was really
cold. I pulled my coat tighter around me
and glanced around. The street was
empty, the houses had no lights on at the windows. I could hear the faint music of the party
just down the street. I kept walking,
almost jogging now. I rounded the
corner, running along the side of the storage building next to me. I stopped again when I saw someone stood just
up ahead. I could just about see
him. It was the guy from the party, the
one that had been staring at me. I froze
as his eyes locked on mine. In this light, his skin was silvery, and his eyes
were a dark colour. He took a step
towards me, I took a counter-step backwards.
He smirked, one corner of his mouth lifting up, a wicked glint in his
eyes. I bit my lip and took another step
backwards. He started walking towards
me, without pausing. I gasped and turned to run, but two, cool hands clamped down on my shoulders. No way could he have gotten to me that fast. I gasped and struggled, trying to get out of his grip. He pushed me up against the wall, I gasped when my back hit the cool brick. He pinned me up against it with his body. Tiny, electric shocks ran through my body. Was he going to rape me?! Why else would he follow me from the party and ram me up against the wall?! I gasped as his lips came into contact with the base of my throat. They were cool, cooler than usual, they sent more shocks through me. My hands gripped his forearms as he grabbed my hips, keeping me against the wall. He growled, yes growled, against my skin and I gasped again, breathing heavily now. He pulled back, and that’s when I saw his eyes. They were blood red. I screamed. No-one can have red eyes! And not that red! They were pure red, not even contact lenses could go that red. It was like his eyes were swimming with blood. His plump, full lips pulled back into a smirk, revealing two very sharp teeth protruding from his gums. Fangs! I gasped again, a lump showing up in my throat. I tried to scream but nothing came out. He clasped one hand around my throat and lightly squeezed, not fully cutting off my hair, but he put slight pressure on my wind pipe. I drew in deep breaths as he growled again. I tried to knee him in-between his legs, he growled and grabbed my leg with his free hand, pushing it back down. The hand on my throat moved to my hair and he wrenched my head to the side, exposing the side of my neck. Oh, God! I struggled as he kissed the skin on my neck and then licked it. I shivered and he growled. It was an animal growl, nothing human in it at all. Something sharp brushed my neck and then a stinging pain as he plunged those razor sharp fangs into my delicate skin. I let out a silent scream, my body rising up onto its
tip-toes. He was taller than me, and my
movement meant his fangs buried themselves into my skin more. Wet heat bolted through my body. There wasn’t any pain, just hot, erotic heat
that washed through my body like waves on a shore. I closed my eyes against it as he groaned
against my skin. I could feel him gripping
my hair as he drew mouthful after mouthful of my blood. I was already starting to feel
lightheaded. He lifted me and my legs
automatically wrapped around his cool waist.
I gripped his arms tightly, leaning my head back against the cool bricks
behind me. He grabbed my hands,
entwined our fingers and pressed the backs of my hands against the wall, his
palms pressing against mine. I felt
myself slipping away. My body felt like
jelly as my legs tightened around his waist. I felt something hard against my
thigh but I couldn’t care at this moment.
The wet, erotic heat threatened to overwhelm me, drowning my body from
the inside out. A trickle of blood slid down my neck and onto my tank
top. The vampire gripped my hands as he
pushed me against the wall more, groaning against my neck as he drew mouthful
after mouthful of blood from me. I was
going to die, right here, pressing up against the wall by a vampire. I felt his fangs slide out of my neck and I moaned
at the feeling. He wasn’t drinking my
blood anymore, but the wet heat still coursed through my body, making me breath
heavily. He was still hard on my leg as
he pulled back to look at my face. There
was blood on his lips and I felt more blood slid down my neck and join the
blood on my tank top. His eyes were a
brighter red now, if that was even possible.
He bent down and licked from the top of my breast to the bite
marks. I shuddered a little, barely able
to open my eyes. He lifted his head,
kissing and sucking along my jaw, probably leaving a trail of blood. He finally reached my lips with his kissed; I
could taste my own blood on my lips. I’d
remember the coppery, tangy taste for years to come. He probed my lips with his tongue, demanding
entry. In my weakened state, he pried
them open and moved his tongue in, probing and remembering every inch of my mouth. I moaned and he growled in response. He pulled back and I let my head roll so my
left ear was pressed against my left shoulder.
I’d subconsciously offered my neck to him again, but he didn’t seem to
care. He looked at me, worry suddenly
crossing his features. My eyes fluttered
and I heard him say something. But I never heard it, I’d passed out. © 2010 †The†Emo†Girl†Author's Note
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StatsAuthor†The†Emo†Girl†United KingdomAboutI'm me.... no-one else. Basically, my life is a dump, but I gave up caring years ago. I don't care anymore, both my parents ignore me and I ignore them. Nothing ever changes. more..Writing
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