A/N: I decided to start a series of one shots that are called "The Chronicles of Life and Death." Of course, they are all involving vampires. But I promise for some wonderfully gothic and sad deaths!!!
My Name Is Demetri
"I told you to kill him!" a figure shouted from across the room. The figure before me looked down at me, then back up behind him.
"Chris, please," I begged him, "don't do this." He looked back down at me through his dark red eyes. The figure behind him stepped forward, standing so close even I could feel him. He leaned next to Chris's ear, speaking in a low, rumbling voice.
"Christopher, he knows to much." the figure said.
"I can't." Chris said weakly. The figure growled.
"Do it!" he shouted. "You will go crazy with thirst, Christopher, I know it!"
"I cannot!" Chris shouted as he turned to him. The figure grinned, showing off his fangs. He looked back down at me as I cradled my already bleeding arm and grinned.
"As you wish." he said, and then returned to his corner where he folded his white arms across his chest.
"Demetri, I'm so sorry." Chris said as he put his hands on his head as if he were holding the world together.
"Chris, calm down." I said as I sat up against the wall.
"I can't calm down!" he shouted, turning back to me. "Just leave!"
"Chris, I can't." I said.
"Why not??" he asked, trying to control his anger.
"My leg…it's broken." I said. "I can't move it." I heard him growl to himself as he turned back to the figure behind him.
"This is all your fault!" Chris shouted. The figure only grinned.
"Chris, I can walk." I said desperately as I pulled myself up. I bent my broken leg, trying not to scream as I put weight on it. He stepped away from me as if he were fighting an internal battle and watched as I reached the door. The pain streaked through my leg and, once again, I fought to hold in a scream. The moment my hand reached the door knob, I saw him diving for me.
I screamed as he hit me, sending both of us down onto the floor. He landed on top of me, holding my bleeding arms down with ungodly strength. I heard him growl in my face, sending the scent of death into my nose.
"Chris, please!" I begged, but I knew it was no use. "No!" I screamed as he bent his head down to my neck, breaking the skin over the artery, and letting my blood leak into his mouth.
I never knew it took so long to bleed to death until that day.
"Chris…" I managed to say with my last breath.
Even today, I still feel the pain on my neck where he drew my last drops of blood. Even today, I still remember the sight of him stepping away from my dead body, wiping the blood from his mouth, and then dropping to the floor with tears of my freshly drank blood.
My name is Demetri, and I died of blood lust at the hands of my best friend.
A/N: That was the first "story". I hope you enjoyed it!