Chapter 2: killing yourself for puss…
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I moved forward as adrenaline gave me strength.
He was tall—very tall, but because his lips were embracing my mother's neck, his figure was slightly bending over, just enough for my short child body to take its advantage, as it jumped upward with unnatural speed.
I was young—about five years old, maybe that's why I didn't notice, maybe that's why I didn't notice the blood on his lips as he gained sight of my coming figure, the fangs for teeth that outgrew his kissers.
Maybe that's why I didn't notice that the deadly embrace he had given was nothing but a bite that brought death coming.
Three feet away, and my body, which was still suspended in the air, launched an attack, punching his exposed neck.
The force was strong, so strong that faint air lines became visible.
And I could see it—even if it lasted for that fraction of a second, I could see his eyes widen in reaction.
But just as fast as they reacted, was as fast as his hand punched me back.
Throwing me 8 feet from where he stood.
Laughing me into a tree which stopped my momentum.
"Gurg-gurg-cough"
Blood poured out from my lips, as my eyes became blurry.
And the monster standing near the corpse of my mother laughed out loud in amusement.
"That was unexpected," his bloodied lips finally spoke, still surprised by the movements of a child he considered to be dinner.
"I was gonna leave you since I'm already full," his eyes turned red, "but fuck it, I'm bulking, so…" he didn't finish, he only dropped the body of the corpse which I once considered mother, and slowly approached my bleeding figure.
His steps were elegant, and his pace was slow.
The tree roots that rooted to the floor were instantly crushed with each of his slow-moving steps.
Then he was close—swift, but he arrived.
He grabbed me by the neck, and lifted my small body to meet his face, his red crimson eyes locked deep with mine.
As a smile formed from his lips, wide enough to show his now red-coloured fangs, coloured with the dye of my blood—sheared blood from another.
But then…
Thud!
His head disappeared—it was gone.
As nothing was left but a headless body.
White cold dust immediately poured out from his now headless opening.
And with that, his grip lost its strength, and my body dropped as it was relieved from his hold.
My vision was still blurry, still struggling to fix its gaze, but I saw it.
Even though it was fast, even though its figure was too quick to see—it was a shadow.
"I finally found you," it's darkness uttered.
Its words coming from all directions, then it moved and came to view.
Moving past the trees of the now silent forest, it was a… a…
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Hiss!!!
The kettle screamed as its boiling waters disturbed the feeling of the morning atmosphere.
"You didn't bathe, did you?" an old woman spoke, as her eyes locked deep on Vlad who was sitting beside her, stuffing his mouth with the pleasure of an all-American breakfast.
His eyes, as if embarrassed by the question, avoided her gaze,
"I'll bathe when I get there," he faintly uttered, as he grabbed the juice, and chugged it in haste.
"I really don't get why you have to leave anyway, does the sun bother you that much," the woman's soft voice sighed in surrender, as her eyes faintly shut, as if embracing her sadness.
"I'm 17," Vlad replied, "I'm almost an adult, and besides, I'll come visit every year—I'm not going forever," he finished his meal.
"and yes, the sun is frustrating, just look at me," as she looked, she couldn't help but cackle at his tired good-looking face, to her it only seemed like he hadn't slept in days.
He got up from his sitting position, and moved to her side, hugging her old sitting body, and giving her a long sloppy smooch.
"Ahh," she shouted in disgust, yet her expression showed the sign of a wide joyful smile.
"I love you," his words spoke in a whisper, "but I have to go," and he moved with quick steps.
Grabbing a large hiking bag like its weight was nothing, and moving to the door.
"Don't forget to show them your ID," she shouted loudly.
"I'm 17," he shouted back, as he opened the door to ready his leave.
"Yeah, but you look like a toddler."
He sighed in surrender, as if her words were making fun of his height that stood almost 5 feet 3.
'Should I change my height,' he thought for moments but later on dismissed it, thinking that he didn't feel comfortable taking a height that wasn't truly his own.
Before the door could shut, he heard a "call me when you get there."
Bang!
And his face was met with the sight of the loudly shining sun.
"fuck," he could feel its warmth, as his eyes felt nothing but tiredness and the want for sleep.
'Here I come Forks,' he thought, thinking about the pleasure of escaping the shining sun.
—{minutes later}
The airport was packed, which to him made sense, since Phoenix is literally one of the hottest places in the country.
"Plane to Washington," Vlad announced as he pushed forward his plane ticket.
The woman who took his ticket, a darkly tanned thick beauty who was probably a Latina, couldn't help but acknowledge Vlad's looks, his bright almost shining blue eyes, long red vibrant hair, and a smile that brought faint blushes at the ends of his cheeks.
"Are you on drugs?" Her words couldn't help but ask as she noticed his slightly narrowed eyes, although they showed no signs of being tainted, his bright almost weird smile made her worry about his condition.
"Nope," his answer wasn't in the slightest convincing, but it was Friday, so she honestly wanted no part in dealing with paperwork or a troublesome good-looking teen.
Stamping his passport, she instructed him to pass, and so he did as he entered the plane.
Walking next to one of the seats, he threw his body onto its embrace, as he couldn't help but acknowledge the pain that came with its lack of comfort.
"Economy class, the best," he slightly laughed at his words, as he embraced in its little comfort.
"Em… sorry," his sleep was disturbed by a voice that spoke from his side. "Can I pass?"
Opening his one eye, a beautiful girl was standing next to his sleeping figure.
"Ohh," he slightly stumbled, as he awoke and moved his legs.
"and em… can you please sit next to the window," she was asking for his kryptonite, "it really hurts my eyes."
And for a second he considered refusing her request, yet as he moved his gaze and looked at her standing body, Vlad couldn't help but acknowledge her beauty.
'she was 5'5' which was sadly taller than him, her hair was light brown, almost leaning to the colour of his own, her eyes dark as if resembled the same colour, skin pale and as for her clothes she was wearing some jeans and a hoodie,'
"Why not," Vlad's words made sound, as he stood up and moved to the seat that was closer to the window.
'Ahhh,' his inner thoughts spoke in protest as they met the sun that came in from the airplane's tightly sealed frame, 'you are killing yourself for puss…'
"I'm Bella," she interrupted his thoughts, as her body sat on the chair responsible for his hidden anguish.
"Vlad," he extended his hand with a smile that made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but she still took its grasp in respect, "nice to meet you."
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