Beautiful Killer, The Latrodectus mactans

About 5 to 6 chapters after 'Untitled'. I'm working on the inbetween chapters. The two are alittle older now and he reveals his true state; a vampire, thus breaking out into a fued between the two. Edit, Sunday, March 29th, 2009 - Isnt that how you spell

 

"Imagine how I feel, as my little girl turns from a crystilis... to an Empress Liva Butterfly" He smiled and then stood up.
I paused, “Since when do you know about butterflies?" chuckling "Gay much?" I was in a giddy mood and knowing my parents wouldn’t tolerate it, smart-alyic.
Evans smiled his perfect smile, irresistible by sight, exposing his snake bite piercings, he shook his head, hair covering his blue eyes, "It interest me ok?"
“I hate bugs.”
“Why do you hate them? They are beautiful.”
I got quiet.
“Or do you hate them because they are beautiful? No one wants a shriveled, hairy caterpillar. But butterflies are so easily trapped.”
“Easily,” I repeated.
“I hate how they are pinned through the abdomen and preserved as specimens.”
I looked down. “That’s not their fault.”
He sighed. “Us humans. We are so beautiful on the outside. Yet, ugly on the inside. And all the things we do to one another, makes us horrid.”
I looked up and smiled to the point where I giggled a little, “Like a beautiful killer.”
He raised my chin and smiled, “Like a beautiful killer.”
I chuckled, joking at the thought, “Like me.” Knowing, I couldn’t hurt a common house fly.
“Hehe. No, I was thinking of a… Latrodectus mactans.”
“What the…?”
“A southern black widow spider. They are amazingly beautiful. Especially the females. But, they are the homicidal ones.”
“Homi…?”
“Killers.” He flashed his eyes at me. His pupils dilated. “They are the ones that kill the males, all for selfish gain.” He sat fiddling with the shoelace of his Converse All-Stars. We starred at each other for a moment blinking, and then he shot up and laughed. Humming the “Bill Nye the Science Guy” theme song; arms clutched with each other, we strolled down the field, flowers rising where we had lain once before. As we walked, I got conscious, I put up my defenses up. My facial expression changed. I turned to him and asked slowly, “What number girl am I?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know, I bet you do this romantic walk through the flowers all the time with other girls. You are immortal, plenty of them," I released his arm. "What number am I?" I started tearing up.
He firmly grasped my shoulders and whispered, drawing in on my neck, “I will never forget you, you are irreplaceable to me." He kissed me suddenly, unexpectantly, and yet… the best view of two eyebrows I have ever seen. "Promise," He said licking one of his piercings, "Never forget me."
I relaxed, "Promise."
His smile appeared again, the one that had got me over and over again, "That comforting."
Evans looked up into the air; he wrapped his jacket around me. “Stay here.” He walked off into the wooded area, hands still in pocket. He then returned out of the forest as calm as he was before. Eyes still glistening and checkered scarf still around his neck.
Evans flung his self around, startled to see me and smiled an “Oh snap” smile. He replied, “You need to leave. We must find safety for you.” Under his breath he said, ‘They are close’ He pushed his hair over his eyes, looking at the ground. The newly dewed grass had a faint scent of blood and was tinted red. His eyes widened. He fell to the ground rustling through it. My facial expression was confused in many ways. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time I tell you.” He looked up in a shy remark, jumping up fast.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “A vampire!”
They sat on the top of the meadow talking about this, coincidence, He would say.
“So you’re a real, hundred billion year old, blood leeching vampire?” I asked, many thoughts flying through my head.
“That’s a thing that we hate. Stereotypes.” He sighed and pondered at the grass.
“Oh. Like, you die in sunlight, and you can’t stand garlic?”
He hissed and jumped up. “Even the sound of the word. The smell rings through my nostrils and scares me.”
“Garlic,” I asked.
 “No, sunlight,” He laughed and sat down next to me, his hand gripped on hers. “But yeah. Garlic is one of the few true things about us.” He shook his head. “That sunlight crap is preposterous. How do you think we lived for hundreds of years? We didn’t fight our battles at night.” He replied with a chuckle.
I got a little quiet. “I thought you slept in coffins.”
He retracted his hand and stood up quickly with a menacing look. “Is that how you see us, as a cowardly race of cryptids?!”
I got scared, “I haven’t seen you like this.”
“I haven’t seen you like this! This is like, racism!” He grabbed his coat and trotted off. “I must go. The sun is rising, and I have to sleep in my coffin.” He closed his eyes. Laughing at his pathetic joke. “Good night.” He walked off the scene; all I saw was the back of his head, outlined by the half moon.

Author's Note

Spelling most likely is a problem.

Reviews

[~D.A. Phoenix~]

I think that you need better lead ins to your dialogue because it is a little all over the place to me. I like how you took on common vampire rumors. I think what is true and untrue depends on the author. My vampires have no aversion to garlic. I like this and i want you to keep working on this.

[LostinKristina]

Spelling is just a little bit of a problem.
but you can fix that.
This is a really great story though.