Kimbrill

rayla wakes up,heart pounding,body sore,only to relize she dosent remember a thing as she lay on the operating table.but some one keeps calling her name...

           It wasn’t like I didn’t know what was happening .I could feel it in my blood, I was changing. But into what? I had no idea.

I suddenly felt the urge to want, to feel, to taste something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on something I knew I had to have.

I could feel my tounge dancing behind my lips ready and waiting for something more .if only I could figure out what that was.

          My skin sizzled for the missing piece, my brain ran in circles ,trying to catch up to what it was.

          And then my eyes flashed open, and I saw the light of extasy. My lips curled around the nape of his neck as I willed my teeth to sink into his vein. my mind went blank with only the feeling of desire and passion that exceeded anythingels.

          I press his limp body into mine, and I drank. I drank as if the sunrise depened on it. At that moment when his fresh, delicious hot blood passed over my lips, I was fully alive, for the first time.

          I drank him hallow, as I listened to his shallow heartbeat fade into utter silence, that intune, my own pulse made up for.

          That’s it! i knew what I wanted. i knew what I needed. this one thing that if I didn’t have it, desire would drownd my lungs.

          Blood. the mouth watering liquid is what I needed to fill me.

          I let his lifeless silhouette roll from my lap onto my deserted bed room floor. i didn’t take a second look at him .i never looked back. i wiped the dripping blood from around my mouth and with a look of deathly hunger in my alabaster eyes, headed for the door.

          A human life ment nothing to me anymore. all that mattered was quenching this burning thirst. for all of the agonizing years that I have been kind and gentel, that one breif moment where I had taken a life so unheartedly collapsed it all. and the pieces came crashing down around me.

I am a monster now and I know that .the moment his blood danced apon my tounge , my soul was ripped from within me. i have no more life, and wanting is the one thing that is keeping this wrenched mess from falling into a dark pile of nothingness that has become me.

          I am sorry to all for what I have become. i am sorry I now walk the earth as the wicked, wrenched undead.

          My apologizes burn in my veins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1:

Kimbrill

 

 

 

I broke out into the midnight sun. the full moon reflecting off my illumines skin and giving me the apperence of a glowing goddess.

          I had to figure where to go. my hunger had subsided and I needed a safe place to sort my thoughs; to understand what was  happening to me.

I staggered around the garbage filled streets of my beloved city.pop cans and dead leaves filled the street drains and paper littered and other avalible  ground. the night was stark, the twinkiling stars loomed over head dazzling in my new eyes. a new light shined from them. A light which I have never seen. they seemed brighted more breath taking than ever before as I tore my gaze from the heavens above to check the street in front of me before I crossed it, I noticed everything was different in my eyes. Colors seemed to breath into me, movement seemed slower, sharper.

           I neverminded this observation and focused on my trembling.the shaking started at my finger tips and worked its way up my arm.i could feel it in my merrow.my veins stiffened to the point of breaking the shook so violently my knees gave way as the tremors spread threw the rest of my body.i fell forward digging in to the ground underneath me the shaking hurt so bad.i couldn’t think threw the pain.then it started burning.and my skinn felt like liquid.like the fire in my veins was scorching it off.i clenched my teeth.wimpers slipping threw with every breath.

          Thrw the shaking I managed to bring my had up to my left forearm.remove the veins which bring the pain, was all I could think.i started scratching.my nails felt like sharred glass on rough porcilin.and I dug,deeper and harder.barley scratching the epidermis.i dug harder than before.and then the blood came.but the pain didn’t leave.the whimpers slowly turned to yells which turned to screames that rang out and reverberated off the surrounding buildings.

          It wouldn’t stop.my breathing became shallow panting.my eyes fluttered and I lost vision in my left eye.then the right.i stayed like that for a while.seconds bleeding in to minuets as those bled in to hours all the while my arm bled in to the concret leaving my left side warm and mosit.sound was my main scence.cars,,subway.then the shouting came.orders being barked out and then I fell unconscience.

I could feel the time ticking away like an alarm clock was settled in my head.counting every second.i watched the time flash behind my eye lids.wake up my alarm clock told me. You have to get up.their coming.the number 3 flashed in my head,then 2, then 1.

          My arm flew up and cought something firm in its grip. I squeezed and someone let out a gasp. “Rayla, “ another deep intake of air “Rayla its Kimbrill,let go of my arm, let go rayla.” His words were calm and collected. kimbrill? Where did I know that name from.where was I?my eyes still closed.i could feel this man fighting my grip, and then I squeezed tighter.”rayla! let go.ahh.God d****t some one help me!” and the it was the force of many hands fighting my grip.my fingers were uncurled from this mans arm and pryed away. M y eyes slowly opened.

          Bright lights. Like a light you would see in an interigation room,no like an operating light.It shone directly in my eyes,cutting off every thing but my periferials. I could only see men in surgeons masks. The smell of anticeptics and latex. Cold metal under my back. Needles in my arm. The drip of an IV.then some one stepped directly in my line of vision.

He was covered by a doctors mask like all the of the othe people rushing busily around the room.I felt a pang in my chest for him. He was wearing the same out fit as all the others but some how he seemed different. His every deminor seemed to pull me. Who was this man?

He let out a relieved sigh and brought a latex gloved hand to pull down the blue mask covering his nose and mouth. His features were narrow and sharp.his nose and his jaw seemed perfectly chizzled.  His skinn was fare,but there was something different.there seemed to be something there under it,something metallic. He had unnatural blue eyes.they seemed to give off light, more so then they could detect. He looked down at me but what was that look in his eyes.he seemed to look regretfully right threw me? Who the hell was he?

 

 

 

“Rayla” his tone was quite but urgent. That was my name I realized. He keeps calling my name”

His voice was silk.but it filled the air around me.urgency that’s what was in his tone.i needed to respond my brain told me. Thoughts swam in my head about what I should do for what seemed like ages.i calculated,measured.14 seconds it took me to respond to make my mouth move.

“kimbril” my voice did not deceive my weakness.it sounded strong and sure.He cut off my sentence and placed a gloved hand over my lips.”im going to get you out of here.i promise I will get you home” he looked almost lovingly im to my narrowed eyes.i didn’t understand what he ment.i didn’t have a notion of what was going on.

As though all its on my body jerked.and it heaved.i couldn’t control it and it felt like my spine would crack.i convulsed on the table slamming my body harder and harder into the metal.their was a frantic rush in the room.orders,that I could not make sence of were being yelled out.and then I heard the splash.a low soft yet thick splash.it was warm on my neck and back and the smell was sweet.deadly so.but wrong some how.the thrashing went on though.i could feel arms now embracing my limbs.masculin hands on my cheast legs and arms.my vision went fuzzy again and the noise sounded like we were under water,the last thing that I could make out:”good damnit clayton I told you she needed blood.fresh blood” and then silence hung in my ears and the darkness swallowed me.

Author's Note

work in progress

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[Matthew Ian Herrawood W]

WORK IN PROGRESS!!! damn if thats a work in progress then the finished version is gonna be Really good cant wait to see it!!!