BLOODLUST

Bloodlust
Chapter 1
Viktor
The moon, a giant orb in the night sky cast the only light to see by. The street lamps had long since disappeared; the streets themselves couldn’t even be seen, shrouded by the miles of trees. And grass between here and there. All life in the forest seemed at a standstill, even the owls and crickets, whose music generally pervaded the air, were silent. Danger was afoot in this usually calm place, Danger that was nigh impossible to defeat. The animals knew it, the humans had forgotten.
Only one creature moved, a human. She ran, paying no heed to her many injuries, the cuts on her bare feet, the thick lacerations across her face and arms. She was oblivious to it all. Her breath came in shallow, gasping, and practically begging for air gasps. Tears fell from her face, stinging as the salt water reached her many cuts. She wanted to stop, but her feet, tired as they were refused to stop moving. Her place slowed, just as a voice called out, “Why don’t you stop Phoebe? It will only help you.” The voice was sly and wicked and yet warm and true. The girl put on a small burst of speed at his words in defiance. Her tears burned her face, sweat beaded on her neck making it glisten. Her path was becoming rocky, each step not only hard but dangerous as well. Her speed slowed slightly, compensating for the difficulty of her new path. Her legs were shaking, weak from exhaustion. Without warning her legs gave way. She fell, tumbling among the rocks, scrapping her already torn up knees shook and her stomach clenched. She cried out in pain and fear. Somewhere in the distance someone laughed. “I told you not to run Phoebe, I told you but you did anyway.” Said a man as he stepped forward, “look where defiance got you,” he added coming from behind her and grabbing her by the arm possessively. She panted and huffed and tried to pull away but she was too weak and he was too strong. “You fought too much.” He said spinning her around to face him. He straddled her body his hands perched above her head, “Now you have no strength left to fight me.” He smiled and laughed. Her face went stony with concentration, suddenly a thick wad of spit landed on his face. She smiled triumphant in her one small victory. He looked back down at her, doing an amazing job at concealing his anger as he wiped his face clean, “Do you honestly think it wise to spit in the eyes of me?’ he asked rhetorically, grabbing her neck with one of his free hands and gently constricting it.
This girl, this woman, was defiant even in the presence of someone like Him, Her superior in always. Her death and life were wrapped around his fingers. Secretly he loved this. She fought harder and ran faster than any prey he had ever known, which was one of the many reasons he didn’t just kill her, or even harm her when she defied him. Her fighting, survivalist spirit, not only added to the thrill of the chase but added a kind of spice to her blood that was irresistible it was something he had never tasted in another human before, he assumed it was her Adrenaline. Sure everyone else had it but each person was different, her adrenaline complemented her blood so well it was like a fine steak and white wine, a perfect match.
He leaned in, his lips almost touching her neck, “You ran” he paused, “You lost.” He whispered. Tenderly, almost lovingly he kissed her neck. He could feel as her pulse quickened, making him smile. Though she would never admit it she loved his bite, the rush of endorphins that went through her made her fell radiant and sensational, something he could easily stop, but he didn’t want to. The less she fought during his “feasts” the less possibility of him doing any damage to her, who would want to harm such a magnificent creature?
“Is someone excited?” he teased. She tensed up knowing that she had been found out. He kissed her neck again, this time gently nibbling on it. Her heart rate seemed to skyrocket. He laughed softly in her ear. She groaned still adamant in keeping her enjoyment silent, trying her best to fake her distress. Finally he succumbed to both their desires immersing his perfect white fangs in her thin, fragile neck. Her heart raced, her toes clenched in pleasure, there was no way for her to remember which way was up and which way was down. They both moaned and sighed in unison, perfectly matched; every pleasure point seemed to be exploding within them like a thousand fireworks.
The moment only lasted an instant, but in that time he had felt some part of her mind. It must have been a dream she had many days before because he had never seen this place before. The room was wide with vaulted ceilings. There were thick windows aligned two of the walls, but that wasn’t what caught his eyes. In the center of the room was a bed. It was huge, big enough to comfortably fit eight or nine fairly large people in it. There were black curtains surrounding the massive bed but from inside he could hear something going on behind them. He moved foreword to get a better look. Two people were entwined together in a passionate embrace; it was nearly impossible to tell them apart until the woman cried out. “Oh Viktor!” he had been about to turn away but he had recognized the voice as Phoebes own. The name was even more familiar. He had to be sure though. He slowly peeled back the curtain to reveal two figures, both were sweaty and breathing heavily, both he knew. One of which was Phoebe the other… was himself.
He pulled away from her suddenly, breaking the stream of her old dream. Though it had only been a dream it made him wonder what it would be like to feel her, to be with her like she obviously had at one time. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He now held one more winning hand of cards in their little game. He smiled, happy that she was, and would remain, oblivious to his knowledge until he chose to inform her.
During his “Feed” her head had lolled to one side, exhausted from the blood loss. She moaned as he let go of her, gently sliding his tongue over her fresh wounds in order to heal them faster. He laid her down and covered her with his coat, which was an unnecessary guise, since he didn’t feel the cold. “Until next time Phoebe,” He said kissing her forehead in farewell just before disappearing into the darkness.










Chapter 2
Phoebe
She lay sprawled on the ground, as the suns rays reached her small body. Her back arched as the sunlight hit her face, “Five more minutes.” She groaned out rolling over onto her stomach and stretching her tired muscles. As she stretched her hands felt the twigs and branches that littered the forest floor.
Her eyes popped open as she sprung up in shock. Where am I? She thought to herself. Her body seemed to groan in protest as she looked around, her eyes finally coming into contact with the jacket that lie twisted at her ankles.
Memories flooded back to her; the running, the falling, being bitten, all vivid in her mind. Her hand immediately went to the place in her neck where his fangs had sunk into her. There she could feel two bumps, like small ant bites. She sighed, a single tear falling down her face. Why did this happen to me? She thought to herself as she stood up.
I am just a normal 18 year old, nothing special about me at all… Why was a chosen to be treated like this? She couldn’t help but think about the past as she slowly walked the rugged path towards the small city.
Her family sat around the dinner table. It was filled with happy faces, passing potatoes and green beans. Her sister was there, her brother, mother and father were all there, but she wasn’t. As usual she wasn’t ever there, she was always running away and being a coward…
She had to stop mid-thought as she stepped out into the cobblestone street. With nowhere in particular to go she walked along the sidewalk, staring at the lines in the rough concrete, her hands in the pockets of her dirty jeans. She was avoiding all eye contact as she walked until she felt the distinct rumble of her hungry stomach.






this is the beginning of the story called bloodlust...if you want to share opinions please feel free to do so.

Beginning of Harper

Dear Diary,
If you are reading this Diary It means either A) I lost it or B) you stole it or maybe C) I finally wanted others to know my story...I doubt thats the case but I have to put it because you never really know these days do you? If the answer is really A or B then I advice you to put it down though, because I just put that, you aren't going to. SO I must give you a warning. This is a true story!
Every word you read, every period and exlimation and comma you read, it all means something. This is the true story of HARPER FAY JAMESON...this is the true story of ME.



(everything in this Diary will not be written in Diary form as I am an unusual person, never assume you know what is going to happen next because I assure you, you have no clue)

My name is Harper fay Jameson, though you probably already knew that didn't you? I was born in Oklahoma in the middle of nowhere. In technical terms I suppose you could call me a bastard on account that I have no father, but i prefer fatherless-daughter (It seems more polite and it means the same thing so what the hell right?) My mother, Lynn, was deffinatly not ready for me the day I was born, and to be frank, I still don't think she is ready for me. Sixteen! thats what I am going to be in a year or so...what is she going to do then?