walk a little deeper into the alley. It’s dark, but there’s a muted light given off by one red naked light bulb outside the club’s another back exit.
Squinting, I see a man dressed in dark clothes with a woman in his arms. She’s easier to see and I can make out her features, since she’s the one facing me. She has long black hair, which is messy, and her dark eyes are wide as she looks over his shoulder at me. Her mocha-skinned hands are like claws, as she clings to his covered arms. Her long red nails dig into the fabric of his jacket, as she attempts to hold herself up. She looks scared but also blissful, which is confusing.
Suddenly, her eyes seem to finally register me. Her darkly painted lips part and widen into a quiet scream. Now, I really see the fear and realize this isn’t just some couple’s embrace. I’m frozen in my spot. I don’t know what to do, but I know that something should be done. Parting my lips, I must have done something because the man suddenly stills.
Slowly, he detaches himself from her form and turns his head in my direction. I feel my stomach drop to my toes, as glowing red eyes meet mine. I notice long pointed fangs marred with blood, as he bares his teeth at me. I feel my mind begin to reel. An impossible word pops into my head but I push it away quickly. They don’t exist and even if they did, what would they be doing here of all places?
Despite my denial, it becomes harder to push away the theory, when my eyes see blood staining his chin as well. I can’t seem to look away from his eyes and the longer I look, the longer he stares back. He seems to snap out of it though when the woman in his arms begins to struggle. When she attempts to scream, he quickly snaps her neck, stopping her movement and letting her fall to the tarmac below.
He faces me fully and I take an instinctual step back. He narrows his crimson red eyes at me, before giving me a menacing smile. My blood runs cold and I put my hands up in some pathetic gesture of surrender. I’m not even in control of myself. It’s my traitorous body that has the control, as it starts to give in to the flight reflex. I’m about to bolt, when an arm wraps around my waist and slams my back into the nearby brick wall.
Now I’m face to face with a vampire, something I never thought would be possible. Blinking rapidly, I look up at him with pure fear. It surprising to me that I feel fear. I never felt fear when I tried to kill myself, just conviction in my actions. It felt right to be doing that but this isn’t like that. I’m not in control of the situation and that has me scared out of my wits.
His pale hand wraps around my neck and I let out a gasp as it tightens around my throat. My whole body is shaking, but I don’t look away from his eyes. I don’t know why I do it. But, I figure it comes from the last reserve of whatever courage I may have left in me. Closing my eyes, I slowly angle my head away from him, offering him my neck.
Just do it, I plead to him in my head, Just do it now.
Suddenly he’s gone. I slump to the dirty ground in a heap, with my heart hammering in my chest and my throat feeling a little bruised. I look around the alley but there’s no trace of him. Tears begin to build up in my eyes, as I cover my mouth to stop a building sob from escaping. I don’t know if it’s in relief or agony that he didn’t kill me, but the tears are unstoppable once it starts.
After a few minutes of this, I steady myself against the wall as I get to my feet. Wiping my damp cheeks with the palms of my hands, I’m down to just tentative breathes. I stumble closer to the mouth of the alley and look around the scene. As I begin to speed walk back into the crowd, I wonder what stopped him from killing me.
Maybe he wasn’t interested in you , the uncharitable part of my brain retorts.
Maybe he wasn’t. I don’t know and to be honest I don’t want to know. This was a stupid idea anyway and considering my reaction
Squinting, I see a man dressed in dark clothes with a woman in his arms. She’s easier to see and I can make out her features, since she’s the one facing me. She has long black hair, which is messy, and her dark eyes are wide as she looks over his shoulder at me. Her mocha-skinned hands are like claws, as she clings to his covered arms. Her long red nails dig into the fabric of his jacket, as she attempts to hold herself up. She looks scared but also blissful, which is confusing.
Suddenly, her eyes seem to finally register me. Her darkly painted lips part and widen into a quiet scream. Now, I really see the fear and realize this isn’t just some couple’s embrace. I’m frozen in my spot. I don’t know what to do, but I know that something should be done. Parting my lips, I must have done something because the man suddenly stills.
Slowly, he detaches himself from her form and turns his head in my direction. I feel my stomach drop to my toes, as glowing red eyes meet mine. I notice long pointed fangs marred with blood, as he bares his teeth at me. I feel my mind begin to reel. An impossible word pops into my head but I push it away quickly. They don’t exist and even if they did, what would they be doing here of all places?
Despite my denial, it becomes harder to push away the theory, when my eyes see blood staining his chin as well. I can’t seem to look away from his eyes and the longer I look, the longer he stares back. He seems to snap out of it though when the woman in his arms begins to struggle. When she attempts to scream, he quickly snaps her neck, stopping her movement and letting her fall to the tarmac below.
He faces me fully and I take an instinctual step back. He narrows his crimson red eyes at me, before giving me a menacing smile. My blood runs cold and I put my hands up in some pathetic gesture of surrender. I’m not even in control of myself. It’s my traitorous body that has the control, as it starts to give in to the flight reflex. I’m about to bolt, when an arm wraps around my waist and slams my back into the nearby brick wall.
Now I’m face to face with a vampire, something I never thought would be possible. Blinking rapidly, I look up at him with pure fear. It surprising to me that I feel fear. I never felt fear when I tried to kill myself, just conviction in my actions. It felt right to be doing that but this isn’t like that. I’m not in control of the situation and that has me scared out of my wits.
His pale hand wraps around my neck and I let out a gasp as it tightens around my throat. My whole body is shaking, but I don’t look away from his eyes. I don’t know why I do it. But, I figure it comes from the last reserve of whatever courage I may have left in me. Closing my eyes, I slowly angle my head away from him, offering him my neck.
Just do it, I plead to him in my head, Just do it now.
Suddenly he’s gone. I slump to the dirty ground in a heap, with my heart hammering in my chest and my throat feeling a little bruised. I look around the alley but there’s no trace of him. Tears begin to build up in my eyes, as I cover my mouth to stop a building sob from escaping. I don’t know if it’s in relief or agony that he didn’t kill me, but the tears are unstoppable once it starts.
After a few minutes of this, I steady myself against the wall as I get to my feet. Wiping my damp cheeks with the palms of my hands, I’m down to just tentative breathes. I stumble closer to the mouth of the alley and look around the scene. As I begin to speed walk back into the crowd, I wonder what stopped him from killing me.
Maybe he wasn’t interested in you , the uncharitable part of my brain retorts.
Maybe he wasn’t. I don’t know and to be honest I don’t want to know. This was a stupid idea anyway and considering my reaction
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