Bleeding Love

Bleeding Love

A Story by lost_in_thought
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Vee Muroni, a young vampire girl, finds herself in a love triange. Cale and Warren are both great guys, except Warren's species hunts and kills vampires...

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“We found your parents.” I almost missed the words coming from a mysterious man’s mouth.

“What? Where are they?” Why I wasn’t greeted with two faces similar to my own. In that moment I imagined my mother’s mousey, brown hair kissed with a bit of sunlight. Where was my father? Were his lips still locked as if he were hiding a secret still?

The man interjected my thought, “Did you hear me, we found your parents dead.”

 

Suddenly the world crashed around me, and I began to weep uncontrollably as if my life’s purpose was to exult all the tears from my body. My parents had been missing, but something told me they weren’t dead.

 

“Vee! Vee! You’re doing it again!” I opened my eyes to meet a set of jade green ones that belonged to none other than Cale McAllen. Just a dream, my parents hadn’t been found. I’m not sure what was worse, them dead or missing. “What was it this time? Did you dream about the Djada? If you dreamed about me leaving you, I understand what brought on all the tears.”

A small smile escaped my lips and met his; I wrapped myself around his neck allowing me to plunge deeper into the kiss. As much as I enjoyed kissing Cale, something about us didn’t feel right. He was sweet and gentle, but I always felt like a piece of me was missing when I was with him.

“It was about my parents again. How dare you think I, Vee Muroni, would be afraid of the Djada” In all actuality, I am afraid of them. The Djada’s soul purpose was to kill vampires. I being a vampire didn’t find that comforting. My grandmother told me stories of how our two worlds lived simultaneously. She spoke of a peace, but that was long since gone. The Djada also feed off humans, but they do it in a different way. Instead of drinking their blood, they drink their life source. Djada see my kind as competition. If you can’t beat them, kill them off.

 

“One day you are going to find out what happened to your parents. I can’t imagine how it must feel to not know if they are dead or alive.”

 

It was true he can’t imagine what it is like. His parents are still very much alive, probably feeding off their servants. Cale comes from a family of money, while I on the other hand come from a family of nothing. My grandmother is the only family I had left.

 

“Cale, can we go out to the city tomorrow?” my only reply was the sound of deep breaths filling his chest. His soft auburn curls lay against his angular jawline. I knew why I was so attracted to the man before me, but what was missing?

 

Unable to fall back to sleep, I went to the bathroom. I was greeted by the reflection of a tired olive-skin girl with hazel eyes. My hair, although a mess, still appeared silky smooth and looked even darker without the sun bringing out the natural highlights. As I looked harder and longer at my reflection I noticed all the beauty and poise others noticed, but then I wondered why did I feel so unstable? As if at any moment my life could be ripped to shreds, and I would be okay with it. Somewhere deep inside me, I hoped that the Djada would find me and end my life. But no matter how shattered and broken I felt, I knew if they did find me I would put up one hell of a fight.

I decided that if I couldn’t fall back asleep I was at least going to make myself presentable for the day to come. I hopped in the shower and was relieved to feel the hot water sliding down my skin. I lathered up my raven hair with shampoo and hummed a tune my mother use to sing to me when I was a child.

 

 As I stepped out of the shower, steam filled the room and clung to the mirror. I took a towel to it so it could reveal my reflection once again. I stood there naked, and analytical. When I was sixteen I didn’t appreciate my build as much as I do now. Years of combat training proved to do my figure justice. I turned slightly, my chin grazing against my shoulder. To an outside viewer it might appear as if I was checking myself out, but I knew I was looking for weaknesses in my physique. Being hunted meant predator versus prey, and I refused to be easy to kill. This meant learning how to fight, and fight well. I started when I was ten years old, just after my parents vanished. Fighting is what first brought Cale and I together. As the years progressed so did my skill, unfortunately for Cale.

 

Once, he and I were sparing and he managed to get a hit on me, making me fall to the ground. Usually I faked my injuries to draw him in nearer. As he was crouching down, I swept my feet under his. He immediately lost his balance and fell hard against the mats. I grabbed his wrist and pinned him down. “I’m starting to think you’re never going to beat me.” I mockingly jabbed at him. I was expecting some snide remark back about how I never play fair, but instead he flipped me underneath him. The weight of his body kept me down, and it was then I noticed how beautiful he was. Those jade green eyes pierced my soul and left me speechless. Suddenly his lips were on mine. His tongue graced the bottom of my lip as he lightly bit against it. Feeling his fangs in that moment sent a cold shiver down my spine. Him and I never expressed those kinds of feelings for each other. His lips moved from my mouth to my cheek, slowly making his way to my neck. With each kiss my back arched more and more almost begging him to bite me. Then without warning he stood up and held out his hand and said, “I might not be able to beat you, but I can definitely do other things to you.” a sly smile crept across his face.

 

I snapped out of the flashback and threw on an oversized long sleeve forest green shirt, and headed for the kitchen.

 

“Breakfast for me? You shouldn’t have, but then again you know a way to my heart is through my stomach” his voice smooth and charming. I turned around and saw him there shirtless, right hand behind his head playing with the tousled bed head curls. His plaid pants hung loose on him letting my eyes find the V shaped muscle that marked his lower abdomen. He certainly was a beautiful creature, damned or not. Maybe I was imagining this missing piece to us. It could just be the disappearance of my parents left me feeling broken. I just didn’t see how it was possible to feel incomplete with someone like Cale.

 

“You’re lucky you’re easy on the eyes,” I teased. “Last night I asked you if we could go into the city today, and you so rudely replied back with snoring”

This allowed me to see that winning smile of his, “Well maybe if you weren’t so boring I wouldn’t have fallen asleep”

“I’m hungry Cale, I need to find some blood tonight.” My eyes hardened, and my stomach quivered knowing my next meal was soon. 

© 2014 lost_in_thought


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Yes it does get your attention ...though it is a bit Twilight!

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Added on August 10, 2014
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