Authors note: The star thingies represent that one point of view is ending
and another is beginning and once the characters' names are mentioned I
will also put so-and-so's POV. I hope that you all like this story. I know
that you're kind of in the dark at first but it'll get better I promise. I
have the tendency to write things backwards where the actual body of the
story is revealed long after I begin.
Rachel: Get on with it! I want to sleep!
Grr, fine
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I sit on the park bench watching him. He's faraway now but I can envision him in my mind. His pale forehead is dappled with sweat, his black hair swishing with his movements, and his golden eyes filled with the excitement of the hunt.
He's wearing a tight pair of black jeans, which are tucked into his black boots. A black shirt contrasts with his pale Asian skin and the glittering silver dagger pendant that he's had ever since.
He's hunting, always hunting. A predator, sleek and dangerous just like a black panther. But. I think perhaps I am more dangerous. I chuckle softly to myself. We shall soon see.
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I hear him, my prey. I can hear his pitiful little mortal heart beating fast within his chest. He's crashing through the bushes; fear making him oblivious to the cuts and scrapes he's receiving.
I will catch him, though. I could right now if I wanted to but it's not the same as chasing your prey into a corner and watching them emotions that flood their face as they realize there fate, disbelief, terror, and finally hopelessness. I shall continue the chase.
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Hmm, he did always enjoy the hunt more than the rewards that come at the end of it. He's finally cornered the prey, he slips the small dagger off the chain that holds it. HE holds it out, smiling cruelly as his prey whimpers and tries to hide curling up into a shaking ball.
I smile, he's learned so much since I was last with him. Of course he would have learned it much more quickly if he had stayed with me.
He kneels down and makes a quick slash against that prey's neck. He begins to hungrily lap at the deep wound, ignoring the man's frenzied screams. Almost absentmindedly he passes a hand over the prey's neck and screams cut off abruptly. He returns to his feeding as the man screams in silent terror.
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My prey's blood has gone cold and it no longer spurts into my waiting mouth. But I still lap hungrily at the wound because I am hungry for the tangy taste of human blood.
"Are you quite finished?" an impatient voice questions from behind me.
I spin, thoughts racing through my head. How did he sneak up behind me? What does he want. and why does his voice sound strangely familiar?
I step back, surprised, he's right in front of me. I catch a glimpse of his sapphire eyes before his lips press down upon mine.
His tongue flicks against my lips my lips licking away the blood from my feeding. His strong arms crush me against his deathly cold body.
And then I know.
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Teresa: that was mean to leave them hanging like that.
I know *grins maliciously* But maybe if I get some nice reviews I'll continue to write. Oh and for those of you who haven't figured it out this is slash. And for those of you who don't know me personally the sex scene will come before I really give this a plot, if it ever gains a plot besides the angsty love story that it already is.
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I sit on the park bench watching him. He's faraway now but I can envision him in my mind. His pale forehead is dappled with sweat, his black hair swishing with his movements, and his golden eyes filled with the excitement of the hunt.
He's wearing a tight pair of black jeans, which are tucked into his black boots. A black shirt contrasts with his pale Asian skin and the glittering silver dagger pendant that he's had ever since.
He's hunting, always hunting. A predator, sleek and dangerous just like a black panther. But. I think perhaps I am more dangerous. I chuckle softly to myself. We shall soon see.
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I hear him, my prey. I can hear his pitiful little mortal heart beating fast within his chest. He's crashing through the bushes; fear making him oblivious to the cuts and scrapes he's receiving.
I will catch him, though. I could right now if I wanted to but it's not the same as chasing your prey into a corner and watching them emotions that flood their face as they realize there fate, disbelief, terror, and finally hopelessness. I shall continue the chase.
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Hmm, he did always enjoy the hunt more than the rewards that come at the end of it. He's finally cornered the prey, he slips the small dagger off the chain that holds it. HE holds it out, smiling cruelly as his prey whimpers and tries to hide curling up into a shaking ball.
I smile, he's learned so much since I was last with him. Of course he would have learned it much more quickly if he had stayed with me.
He kneels down and makes a quick slash against that prey's neck. He begins to hungrily lap at the deep wound, ignoring the man's frenzied screams. Almost absentmindedly he passes a hand over the prey's neck and screams cut off abruptly. He returns to his feeding as the man screams in silent terror.
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My prey's blood has gone cold and it no longer spurts into my waiting mouth. But I still lap hungrily at the wound because I am hungry for the tangy taste of human blood.
"Are you quite finished?" an impatient voice questions from behind me.
I spin, thoughts racing through my head. How did he sneak up behind me? What does he want. and why does his voice sound strangely familiar?
I step back, surprised, he's right in front of me. I catch a glimpse of his sapphire eyes before his lips press down upon mine.
His tongue flicks against my lips my lips licking away the blood from my feeding. His strong arms crush me against his deathly cold body.
And then I know.
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Teresa: that was mean to leave them hanging like that.
I know *grins maliciously* But maybe if I get some nice reviews I'll continue to write. Oh and for those of you who haven't figured it out this is slash. And for those of you who don't know me personally the sex scene will come before I really give this a plot, if it ever gains a plot besides the angsty love story that it already is.