EEEEEEEEK! Hiya guys! Very few of you know me from my first story on here, A Shot At Love (Make That A Bottle). Unlike that story, which is (at least supposed to be) funny and sarcastic, this story is different. This is my new story, Golden Leech. I usually don't write dark stuff because I am a very happy energetic person, but I wanted to give it a try. Never did this before so please tell me if it's good or not and if I should continue. I hope you enjoy! Onto ze story!
Heads turned as he walked down the street. Many instinctively took a small step back as he passed them. No one knew why they did this, but at the sight of the boy everyone felt like fleeing. He didn't seem scary, though. His slim, teenage figure and boyish features made him seem like a joy to be around, not some monster.
Oh, but he was a monster.
Two things would give him away in an instant. The first was his eyes. His eyes were a bluish grey, the color of the sky just before a gigantic storm irrupted. His eyes didn't tell his past like others did, but told his future. Your future also if you got in his way. They lit up with youth, yet held wisdom beyond his years. They shone playfully, yet underneath that small flicker of light was a layer of darkness, sucking in every emotion and feeling into its depths. From far away you would say his eyes looked pretty, but if you dared to get close enough to really look at them-well, he wouldn't let anyone that close to him to begin with unless it was to snap their neck.
The other thing that gave him away was his smirk. His smirk had layers upon layers of malice and hostility embedded into it over the years, the many ageless years that he had been living. But his smirk was well hidden today under his mask of innocence; he never showed his true self in this realm. He wouldn't want to scare away his prey, now would he?
He continued to walk, the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement in a continuous rhythm. People continued to cringe and back slowly away, even though they didn't notice they were doing it. The corners of his lips twitched in an upward motion. He loved when people feared him. It was a feeling that surged though his entire body, making him feel even more powerful then he already was. It was a feeling that was almost as good as watching someone beg him for mercy.
He stopped when he came across what he was looking for. A cafe. It was just a normal cafe to everyone else, but it was special to him. Many things happened to him here when he was still innocent, from love to loss, happiness to anger, sadness to hatred, and he can still remember every memory vividly. He never thinks about them until he comes here, letting them loose from the tightly locked vault in the back of his mind and flow freely. Over the centuries the place changed, becoming many different businesses, shops, houses and shelters, and now it was a cafe. This place has never been good to him, but he kept coming back to visit. He loved the feeling it gave him, to know how this place had caused him so many troubles and what he did to get even. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. A passerby would think he was just taking a moment to enjoy this beautiful day, but he wasn't. He was savoring the feeling that was now like a drug to him, licking his lips hungrily as the memory of blood came into his mind. He immediately opened his eyes when he felt something else.
He felt a presence around the cafe. He never felt this kind of presence before, and when he first felt it it took the breath out of him, hitting him full force. He almost fell over from the impact, but once he got over it his eyes widened. They closed slowly as he let out a pleasured sigh. This feeling he was getting was the most powerful yet. It was more powerful then the feeling people gave him when they cringed or even begged for mercy. It was even more powerful then the memories the cafe brought back to him. The feeling made him feel like he was lit on fire. It made him feel invincible. He let his mask weaken and his smirk slid onto his face. It was only for a moment, but he didn't care. The power was flowing off of the cafe in waves and hitting him full force, but instead of drowning him in death, it was drowning him in strength. He had to figure out what this power was.
He lost his smirk as he opened the door. He peered inside. The cafe was well lit, and filled with multitudes of teenage girls, giggling happily at some idiotic joke. His mouth twitched. The presence was stronger in here.
He approached the counter and ordered a coffee, hearing the girls now whisper about him. If he weren't so focused, he would have laughed. These girls, these so called human beings, were nothing but leeches. They cling to everything: clothes, men, money, gossip, people. They cling to others, being too fragile to support themselves, and feed off of them. Rely on them. Most think they are strong, but in the end they drop their facade and show their true selves: weak,spineless, frail excuses for humans.
His thoughts got cut off immediately as he silently gasped. The power. He could feel it. It was practically standing next to him. He looked around, and he saw it. The person making his coffee had a thin golden light shining around herself. Barely noticeable, but he could see it. Her ponytail swished back and forth as she reached for the coffee ingredients, the gold light around her made her blonde hair shine. Her eyes were a light green, with little gold specks in them. That's all she was, gold. She handed his coffee to the cashier, who handed it to him. He took it as he stared at the girl, breathing in the power she let off. With one last breath, he turned around and walked out of the cafe. He threw his untouched coffee into the nearest trashcan and let his smirk grace his features once again. The power was too strong to let go of. He knew who his next prey would be, and he would stop at nothing to get her, even if she was a girl. A plan already forming in his head, he began to walk again, the sunny day leaving a shadow for everything but him.
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