Chapter 1: Orbs that Hypnotize

Running.

Just, running from it all.

Running from my life,

...and my own mind.

I was terrified of my own mind and the secrets that were held inside, but was too scared to look into. I never wanted to see what was hidden in those boxes inside the back of my mind, never wanting to find out exactly who I was before the accident.

Before my life changed for the better. Or the worst. I never really figured out which one my life turned out to be. Whether my life was better before or not is something i am not willing to find out.

Finding out meant searching through those discarded boxes and that was one thing I wasn't looking foreword to doing. But, unfortunately, something has been able to escape one of those boxes and I, for one, wish it wasn't the one I feared the most.

The one I knew held the worst secret of all, and I never, ever, wanted to find out what secrets that one wished to show. And I will either have to keep running from this beast or force it back into the box. Either way, I'm sure will be unpleasant, so I might as well choose the one that will be easier to handle in the future.

At least, what I thought would be the best one.

When I came to an abrupt stop and swiftly turned around, the first moment I looked up into it's face, I was terrified.

It's red crimson eyes seemed to be staring back into mine, staring right into my soul as I could only look back in frozen shock and fear.

It looked exactly. like. me.

The odd part was, that I knew him. He was someone I knew, but at the same time I couldn't remember exactly from where. I just knew I knew him and that was enough for me to unfreeze.

But I was still scared.

When he saw me look into his red eyes, they seemed to dim and turn burgundy with a weird and oddly piercing color of golden specks. As soon as I saw those specks of gold, the aura surrounding us seemed to shift, making the scene look different even though nothing changed,

...at least, the picture didn't.

What seemed to change was that those eyes of his suddenly didn't frighten me. They didn't pierce me like cold daggers through my heart, making it stop dead in it's tracks.

No, instead those hints of gold in his eyes made them look as if they were twinkling like little yellow stars shining brightly, making my bloody nightmare look like a pleasant dream under the night sky.

And, thinking of it like that, that's where I suddenly was. It was like I just blinked and I was there, outside under the stars. The only thing that didn't change was that he was still there, watching me with those golden specked eyes of his.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his finger came up to rest against my lips, shushing me. I looked into those red-golden orbs of his and the picture shifted again.

Just like before, the scene around me didn't change. I was still outside and he was still there, finger still against my mouth, but, for whatever reason, the mood seemed to shift.

Instead of a solid feeling of peace and security, I felt these strong, shapeless emotions filling me, and for some unknown reason, my chest was hurting as if it was burning.

No, my chest wasn't the only thing burning. My whole body was burning, or at least it felt like it. My whole body was aching and needed to be soothed; the finger against my mouth felt intensely hot and burned my skin.

Then, I realized my body wasn't burning because it was hot; it was freezing and becoming numb as if I was in some kind of freezer. I knew the red man in front of me was warm, but I couldn't move, let alone ask him to help me.

I looked back to his face and met his gaze, attempting to give him a silent message to help me. He watched me for a moment and finally smiled, understanding what it was I was asking him.

His smile made me shiver, and not from fear.

Stepping foreword, he let his finger slip from my mouth as his hand cupped the small of my back, pulling me toward him. Under the spell of his hypnotic gaze, my body followed his command willingly as he pulled me tightly to him, my head held to the crook of his neck.

His body was hot against mine, burning away the numbing cold as he warmed me back to life. Now, where all of the body heat came from was a mystery, but it seemed to be coming from his chest, just where his heart should be.

The red man pulled me back just enough to look into my eyes and I stared back into his, falling into his hypnotic gaze yet again. I felt him tug my body foreword, but I wasn't paying attention to that as I stared at the golden specks in those red orbs of his.

I only noticed when I felt something pleasantly warm at my mouth. The red man in front of me was... kissing me? The action confused me, but I didn't dwell on it when I felt him bite my bottom lip, forcing a groan out of my throat.

The unintentional noise made him bite harder, breaking the skin as my blood began dripping down my chin and onto my neck. Now, why I moaned when he licked the hot liquid from my skin, I have no idea. All I know is that the action itself felt amazingly good.

His hot tongue licked his way down to my neck, lapping up the remains of my red as I squirmed in his hold at the odd pleasant feeling of having him licking my blood.

I didn't even stop him when he bit into my neck, drinking the red liquid. My red liquid.

My mind became all fuzzy, and all I remember was the intense and painful pleasure he gave me as I poured my essence into him; to this red man I had these un-named feelings for. I can remember screaming out in sweet, sweet agony as he took part of me.

The last two things I remember was a strong feeling I couldn't place that belonged to him and a pleasantly coolness on my lips just before I blacked out from a loss of blood.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed, with no evidence I left my room except the two, small bite marks on my neck.

Left with nothing but the agonizingly bittersweet memory.

Or, was it a dream?

TBC...