*You walk out of the cinema, chatting with a small group of friends excitedly about the film you've just seen. Giggling and joking you never notice me, following you silently, planning my attack. After five minutes of walking, your group splits up, you heading for the familiar path home alone. Seizing my opportunity I rush up behind you, never giving you the chance to speak.* "My husband! He's been attacked! Can you help me, please!" *The good person that you are, you never question me but follow obediently. Into a darkened carpark I lead you, heading above street level till we reach a secluded area where a body lies, motionless on the floor. Unbeknownst to you this is not my husband but a vagrant and my earlier victim. As you stoop down to help him I grab you from behind, one arm around your waist, my other hand covering your mouth.Tilting your head to the side I sink my fangs into your throat, savouring the sweet, ripe blood flowing from your veins. As your eyes become heavy and start to close as you fall into a swoon, out of the shadows, something catches your eye..................*
Jyoti Aanand
"Bella Sole Mia"Totally enraptured
- 16 years, 3 months, 7 days ago
Your head lolls to one side and you see a tall figure approaching from around the cars. Not looking at all human but like a monster from your darkest dreams. As I come closer you realise it was only my full length jacket surrounding me forming the silhouette of your monster. You moan out to your saviour for help. I can feel your fear… hear your thoughts. I kneel down next to you… “Oh my little one... I am… your monster!” Baring my fangs I take your neck. Biting hard. Tearing your flesh, letting your blood flow freely as I drink. Sucking every last drop of your life force from your heart. The darkness closes in on you… your eyes close. The only feeling left for you is the weak beat of your empty heart trying to pump though your veins run dry. Dropping you to the floor… you hear footsteps. But they’re getting softer… softer… the darkness is complete. As if a whisper… “Didn’t your mother tell you not to talk to strangers? My dear… help is coming…”
