The Vampire
By: Abby Maxwell
I sat with Duo atop a lighthouse. This was funny. Me, a vampire slayer, on a date with one. It didn't help that I didn't feel the hate, the burning desire to drive a stake into the creature's heart.
I was full of questions tonight. "What does human blood taste like?" I asked. He shrugged his muscular shoulders, a simple motion that drove me wild. "It's…it's got a metallic taste to it." He said. His American accent driving me mad. "Kinda like when you've held a penny in your hand and then you lick your palm. It tastes like that." I watched as his lips formed the words. His slender pale lips blending in with the rest of his pale, cold skin. I saw his tongue push the breath past those lips. I looked into his pale purple eyes. God I wanted to touch his face, kiss his lips.
"Duo when did you…. Ya know…. Turn?" Duo's eyes and face drifted from mine. "Along time ago." He said, looking up at the sky, watching the millions of stars.
I placed a tender hand on his arm. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. We sat like that till an hour before sunrise. "I have to go now, slayer. I won't be coming back. I may never see you again." He pulled me close. So I could feel his breath on my face. "Dawn…." His lips trembled as he pulled me closer. Then he kissed me. We stayed like that for a good five minutes. Then he pushed me off of him and ran. "Goodbye Dawn! I love you!" He yelled as he ran off the edge of the lighthouse.
I sat on a bus in Canada. I had left the US in my search for the meaning of the slayer. I had found many meanings but I chose to settle in a mountain town, some mining village. I had to take a bus and no one, and I mean NO ONE was going up there. I was lucky to find a bus going that far north. After Duo left me that night, I shut off all my emotions. No one could get me to laugh or smile. The only time I semi-smiled was just after I dusted a vamp. The bus was stopped at a rest stop. The driver and the people I was travailing with had gone into get supplies for our "trip". I stayed on the bus. To all outwards appearances I seemed to be asleep, but I wasn't. All my memories would show me was my last night with Duo, My last night of caring.
I was jerked out of my thoughts by a sudden noise on the bus, 8 pairs of heavy work boots and a pair of loafers. I waited for them to pass, most of them did, but one pair stopped. "Dawn?" I opened one eye to see a pale face with pale purple eyes starring at me. I almost choked. "D-Duo?" he smiled, showing a bit of his fangs. I had missed that smile and when I saw it, all the feeling's I had flooded back to me.
He sat down next to me. The rest of his group had moved to the back of the bus, but he sat down next to me. I could smell his sent, and I could feel him close. "W-what are you doing here?" I asked. "Well, me and my friends are…well, uh, migrating." I glanced back, "your friends?" he shrugged. The simple movement of his shoulders, I remembered so well, still made me shutter inside. "We were pretty much turned together." He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, his breath on my neck causing a shutter to run through me that I always had felt when he was near me. "I had to tell them where I was going, when going to meet you. They thought I was hunting…" he leaned back up straight.
We talked till I heard the crunch outside of the bus. I glanced out and saw my travailing companions. You could call them my friends, I usually try to keep them outta trouble but it's hard. They tend to try and help me. I don't like it. I work alone.
By: Abby Maxwell
I sat with Duo atop a lighthouse. This was funny. Me, a vampire slayer, on a date with one. It didn't help that I didn't feel the hate, the burning desire to drive a stake into the creature's heart.
I was full of questions tonight. "What does human blood taste like?" I asked. He shrugged his muscular shoulders, a simple motion that drove me wild. "It's…it's got a metallic taste to it." He said. His American accent driving me mad. "Kinda like when you've held a penny in your hand and then you lick your palm. It tastes like that." I watched as his lips formed the words. His slender pale lips blending in with the rest of his pale, cold skin. I saw his tongue push the breath past those lips. I looked into his pale purple eyes. God I wanted to touch his face, kiss his lips.
"Duo when did you…. Ya know…. Turn?" Duo's eyes and face drifted from mine. "Along time ago." He said, looking up at the sky, watching the millions of stars.
I placed a tender hand on his arm. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. We sat like that till an hour before sunrise. "I have to go now, slayer. I won't be coming back. I may never see you again." He pulled me close. So I could feel his breath on my face. "Dawn…." His lips trembled as he pulled me closer. Then he kissed me. We stayed like that for a good five minutes. Then he pushed me off of him and ran. "Goodbye Dawn! I love you!" He yelled as he ran off the edge of the lighthouse.
I sat on a bus in Canada. I had left the US in my search for the meaning of the slayer. I had found many meanings but I chose to settle in a mountain town, some mining village. I had to take a bus and no one, and I mean NO ONE was going up there. I was lucky to find a bus going that far north. After Duo left me that night, I shut off all my emotions. No one could get me to laugh or smile. The only time I semi-smiled was just after I dusted a vamp. The bus was stopped at a rest stop. The driver and the people I was travailing with had gone into get supplies for our "trip". I stayed on the bus. To all outwards appearances I seemed to be asleep, but I wasn't. All my memories would show me was my last night with Duo, My last night of caring.
I was jerked out of my thoughts by a sudden noise on the bus, 8 pairs of heavy work boots and a pair of loafers. I waited for them to pass, most of them did, but one pair stopped. "Dawn?" I opened one eye to see a pale face with pale purple eyes starring at me. I almost choked. "D-Duo?" he smiled, showing a bit of his fangs. I had missed that smile and when I saw it, all the feeling's I had flooded back to me.
He sat down next to me. The rest of his group had moved to the back of the bus, but he sat down next to me. I could smell his sent, and I could feel him close. "W-what are you doing here?" I asked. "Well, me and my friends are…well, uh, migrating." I glanced back, "your friends?" he shrugged. The simple movement of his shoulders, I remembered so well, still made me shutter inside. "We were pretty much turned together." He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, his breath on my neck causing a shutter to run through me that I always had felt when he was near me. "I had to tell them where I was going, when going to meet you. They thought I was hunting…" he leaned back up straight.
We talked till I heard the crunch outside of the bus. I glanced out and saw my travailing companions. You could call them my friends, I usually try to keep them outta trouble but it's hard. They tend to try and help me. I don't like it. I work alone.