old story thing
I can feel the pain clouding my mind slowly fading, my vision is coming back and I can see the moon. It’s a pregent moon, beautiful. The pain is gone now (thankfully). Now noting but pleasure remains, he releases me and I slid down the wall, the only pain remaining is in my throght. I look to him; his wonderful mouth is covered on blood, my blood. He smiles and he leans to kiss. I push him away (with the little strength I have left), scared as the truth is revealed. He curses, saying my name as if it is a bug.
“Echo” I shudder “you hate me now don’t you?” he grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet. I can feel the cold from his hand seeping into my arm as he crushes my arm. I feel weak, he took too much. My heart is pumping the little blood I have left. I think my chest is going to explode. He shakes me, I was drifting.
“you won’t be like the rest” he says his eyes glitter, I close mine not wanting to know what he’s thinking suddenly I hear the sound of crunching teeth and a howl of pain. I taste the burning ambrosia being forced down my throught. I try to pull away but the grip on my head was iron strong, and then I fell into blissful unconises.
Upon waking I looked up a slight pounding in my head made me close my eyes; I roll over and fell an arm slide around my waist. Opening my eyes again I saw Thorn’s face, his onyx hair falling in his angelic face
“Where am I? I whisper sitting up I look around the room. It was painted black. I guess we were in a basement as the windows are high on the wall. I get off the bed and walked around, the bare wood floors stung feet. The little light I had to see was from the painted over windows you’d think black would hid it all. I could make out the forms of a dresser and desk; pictures on the walls were just blobs and forms. I felt around then gave up finding a chair, I had to sit stars were now in my eyes .As I sat I felt light, I laid my head on the desk not knowing. I woke a few hours later , I can see the room better with many candles lit, but thorn was lying the same way as when I awoke the first time. I could see the door, without a second thought I ran toward it grabbing the handle, I yank running up the stairs only to fall on the flagstones. As soon as I regain my footing someone grabs my arm spinning me around. I see Thorn his mouth in a twisted smile. I pull away turning my back to him. I fell my hair being pulled and unable to fight he bared my throught. I only waited this time hoping it will end soon. I gaze up noticing the moon, it is rain and thundering but I can still see the moon. How? I fell lips on my throught, a kiss and then the rake of teeth before I fell I fell the teeth. The little daggers of pain. He pulls me closer releasing my hair. His arms wrap around my waist holding me up. I gasp at the pain but slowly I feel the pain slipping away washed away by the rain. I put my hands on his trying to pull them off maybe I can run, but his arms are like marble, cold and hard. The pain of the bite was gone but the suction was still there. My arms drop I’m tired, tired of try to pull away, tired of trying to get away. I just wanted to sleep or die either way I could in a peaceful state. But I suppose that will never happen…..
“Echo” I shudder “you hate me now don’t you?” he grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet. I can feel the cold from his hand seeping into my arm as he crushes my arm. I feel weak, he took too much. My heart is pumping the little blood I have left. I think my chest is going to explode. He shakes me, I was drifting.
“you won’t be like the rest” he says his eyes glitter, I close mine not wanting to know what he’s thinking suddenly I hear the sound of crunching teeth and a howl of pain. I taste the burning ambrosia being forced down my throught. I try to pull away but the grip on my head was iron strong, and then I fell into blissful unconises.
Upon waking I looked up a slight pounding in my head made me close my eyes; I roll over and fell an arm slide around my waist. Opening my eyes again I saw Thorn’s face, his onyx hair falling in his angelic face
“Where am I? I whisper sitting up I look around the room. It was painted black. I guess we were in a basement as the windows are high on the wall. I get off the bed and walked around, the bare wood floors stung feet. The little light I had to see was from the painted over windows you’d think black would hid it all. I could make out the forms of a dresser and desk; pictures on the walls were just blobs and forms. I felt around then gave up finding a chair, I had to sit stars were now in my eyes .As I sat I felt light, I laid my head on the desk not knowing. I woke a few hours later , I can see the room better with many candles lit, but thorn was lying the same way as when I awoke the first time. I could see the door, without a second thought I ran toward it grabbing the handle, I yank running up the stairs only to fall on the flagstones. As soon as I regain my footing someone grabs my arm spinning me around. I see Thorn his mouth in a twisted smile. I pull away turning my back to him. I fell my hair being pulled and unable to fight he bared my throught. I only waited this time hoping it will end soon. I gaze up noticing the moon, it is rain and thundering but I can still see the moon. How? I fell lips on my throught, a kiss and then the rake of teeth before I fell I fell the teeth. The little daggers of pain. He pulls me closer releasing my hair. His arms wrap around my waist holding me up. I gasp at the pain but slowly I feel the pain slipping away washed away by the rain. I put my hands on his trying to pull them off maybe I can run, but his arms are like marble, cold and hard. The pain of the bite was gone but the suction was still there. My arms drop I’m tired, tired of try to pull away, tired of trying to get away. I just wanted to sleep or die either way I could in a peaceful state. But I suppose that will never happen…..