AN: This is my real way of writing. I hope you like it. If it's too dark, tell me and I'll try to brighten it up a bit. Don't promise anything though :P
ENJOY!
Oh! By the way, Mello is the main vampire. Matt is his brother and he will be appearing later on. Even have his own attack described. And amazingly enough, he'll be the more violent one! ^_^
Vampire's First Attack
The vampire is hidden in the dark shadows of the cloudy night. Watching and waiting for his unsuspecting victim. Patiently waiting for the smell of the extra succulent blood to reach him. Time passes from minutes to hours. The humans finally leaving the streets.
Finally he smells it. The sweet smell of blood. Young blood. The smell has a slight mix of rust and salt. But oh so mouthwatering.
He watches the girl carefully. She seems around 15. Small for her age though. He can see the blood in her veins through her pale, delicate skin. She seems nervous, being out so late and by herself. He can see clear fear in her eyes, and that excites him.
Her young heart is beating wildly. He can hear it. He listens to the sweet melody of her frightened young heart. The blood rushing quicker, his favorite sound in the world. It sounds to him, like a rushing river after a storm.
He quietly follows her. The cool wind on his face not helping to cool down the thirst, like flames, that burns his throat. He picks up speed, and catches the girl far too easily. He places his cold hand over her mouth to prevent her screams. He can feel the soft skin of her lips quiver. The warm tears have begun to fall, and feel the exquisite to his icy flesh. He leans down, his frosty lips touching her throat. Ever so slightly, he slips his fangs into her vain.
The warm blood rushes down his burning throat, quenching his thirst. The rusty taste somewhere there. The salt and rusty flavor making him want more. Another flavor. Yes, he detects something else. Sugar? Nicotine? Alcohol perhaps? Either way, the taste quenches his thirst. At last, the final drops. Always bitter, but somehow sweeter then the rest.
He lets go of the dead girl, only to pick her up like a sleeping child. He takes her into the dead part of the city, where no one lives. He starts a blazing fire, and throws the corpse in. e licks a drop of blood from his lips, and puts up the hood of his cloak to hid his shoulder length blonde hair and pale face from everyone, turns around, and disappears into the night as the rain falls and extinguishes the fire.
AN: Well? Like it?
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-- Mello