Monday, December 27, 2010

What Hides in the Dark - Dark night



After driving for hours, the gas ran out and now they were stuck in this God forsaken road, miles from civilization.
  "Bruce, this is all your fault!" Brenda screamed "I told you we needed fuel, but no... Why listen to my sister?!"
  "Relax B, it's going to be fine. We'll just wait for dawn and walk to a gas station and you could as well have done it since you're Ms perfection-and-know-it-all"
Bruce has always been dismissive of other people's concerns but when it came to her younger sister, well, he knew he screwed up big time.
  "We're off the interstate Bruce, how the hell are you going to find a station?" shakes her head thinking about how much she wants to kill him right now, but even that wouldn't be a good thought as it would only leave her here in the middle of nowhere all by herself.
The cold cut like glass in the darkest of nights and all they wanted was to reach home safely no matter how they tried to blame it on each other.
 "Stay in the car, I'm going to find some wood to start a fire."
 "Why not use the car heat?" Bruce just shakes his head dismissively and walks away into the woods. "Stupid me... no gas no heat."
She just stays there and tries not to move to waste any body heat she still has inside the car, she locks the doors just in case and lowers her body out of sight as much as she cans until eventually she fells asleep.

The sound of someone pounding the door desperately wakes her up, she straightens herself but sees nothing.
Apparently they ran out of battery as well, I'm going to kill him she thinks before spotting her brother slightly hidden behind a tree, signaling me to get down again but before she even gets the chance to do anything the pounding restarts and she screams for her life. I need to get it away from the car before it breaks the glass Brenda is a sitting duck, Bruce looks for anything that may serve as weapon nearby and finds a branch among the wood he collected, not thick enough but he doesn't care as long as Brenda is able to get away.
 "Hey asshole, over here!" he yells waving his arms to to catch its attention.
The creature slowly turns away from the car and starts walking slowly preparing to hunt him down and then starts chasing Bruce drooling in anticipation.
Bruce soon grows tired, the hours without eating taking its toll in his stamina, so he hides behind another tree and waits holding his branch like a baseball bat. As soon as he hears the creature, he takes a swing and runs back in the car's direction.
Brenda keeps screaming and crying in complete shock screaming for her brother's name. Totally out of control looking out through every window, shaking. Then she spots him, running in her direction, she shakily tries to unlock the door but before she is able to control the shivers and shaking of her hands, her brother is pinned down and dragged back into the woods.
 "Bruuuuuuuuuccccccccccceeeeeee!!!"
She cries and shivers and all that crosses her mind is that she's next, she has nowhere to hide and as she turns to look again to try to get a glimpse of the her brother's body through the window, the glass breaks.

Friday, December 17, 2010

What Hides in the Dark - Siegfried and Marguerite

The years have gone without me even noticing. 
Dusk after dusk unable  to surface in the beams of sunlight I wait and so does he.
It was early Spring when we met the first time but it was enough to get us together. 
The bloodlust was too strong and for newly turned creatures of the night as I was it usually comes along side the other type of lust, the one I barely recalled from being human. But as I was about to discover lust and bloodlust are entwined and one hypes the other to limits I wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams.

I was a "baby" and his scent hit hard almost knocking me out of my senses, which wasn't so hard to do considering the effort of the full adaptation to most scents, but it was different, he smelled of wood and cinnamon with a trace of manly musk and it sent shivers down my spine even before I laid my eyes on him.

I remember feeling his fingers tracing the line of my back while we fed on some unlucky guy that crossed his path along with his girlfriend in the park, a combined hunt that lead to the sweet whisper of my name dangling on his lips seductively while we succumbed and lost ourselves in each other. Blood, sweat and heat filling the small basement we took after sunrise.

  - My love, it's almost time....
  - Come here, let me drink from you Siegfried.

I love to taste him and see myself through the rush of his emotions reflected on his blood, to feel the wanting, the desire and off course, the lust. The eternal lust lingering a touch away beneath our skins and the thought that we have eternity to fuel and enjoy every bit of it. 
I like to lick the two small puncture dots to close them but I really don't need to as he heals much faster than I do, but the touch of his skin against my tongue is priceless.

 - Marguerite... we can't stay closed another evening...
The necessity to feed always takes us from our bed but it won't be long before we return and lose ourselves over and over again.

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Sofia P.