Offspring
By
Son Of Evil
1880
London
'How could she say that to me?' He ran past a group of people. One of them, a man named James, said loud enough for him to hear:
"They call him William the Bloody because of his bloody awful poetry!" Him and the group laughed.
'No! Shut up! SHUT UP! What did I ever do to you? WHY DO I HAVE DO BE SO PATHETIC?!' I burst through the doors and ran out onto the street, trying not to choke on my own sobs.
I ran sobbing across the road, and bumped into a man and two women. "Watch were you're going!" I snapped. My voice came out strangled.
"Or you could just take the next pathetic stranger that comes along," I heard the man say. He and one of the women laughed. If possible, I felt even lower. Now even strangers were making fun of me. And he wasn't even English! Irish, by the sound of his accent.
I couldn't take it. I felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I and into an ally. I slipped and landed hard on my kneecaps. They gave a sickening crack that travelled up to my teeth. I got back up and looked at the clear night sky. The stars. The heavens. "WHY?" I screamed. "WHY ME?! I HATE YOU!!!"
I knew it was a bad idea to be in an ally when there was a murder out there. But, maybe I wanted the murder to find me. Maybe I wanted to be the next victim. "Everyone would probably be better off,' I thought grimly.
I turned around and there was one of the two women. The two women that had laughed at me. I felt anger mix in with my sadness. It didn't replace it; it just mixed with it. "Are you one of those London pickpockets?" I asked sharply. "You'll not get my purse, I tell you!"
"Don't want your purse," she said in a singsong voice. She walked closer to me. "You're so sad," she said symperfectly. She looked into my eyes, and a strange
feeling came over me. I felt like her will way battling with mine.and hers was winning. I felt paralysed. It reminded me of something in a book I'd read that had recently come out. The Undead. In it creature called a vampire, whose name was Dracula, had used demonic powers to put people under his thrall. To sap there very will.
It was nonsense, of course. A load a bollocks, if you'll mind the language. But looking at her, I couldn't help but notice the simlaralits. The pale skin. The graceful way that she moved. I mean, I know that women are naturally more graceful than men, but she was amazing! Like a dancer. Wait, that must be it! She was a dancer. Then why did her eyes captivate me so? Well she was very beautiful. Yes, that must be it.
Before I had any more thoughts linking her to a fairy tale creature, she spoke again. "Would you like the chance to make the naughty little boys and girls pay for teasing you so?" She asked. "Not just the chance, but the power?"
Memories of the teasing, laughter and mockery flooded back to me. From childhood all the way to adulthood. And I was filled with rage. "Yes," I breathed.
She smiled, and took a slight step back. Then.her face changed! I tried to scream, but I couldn't. She smiled, an
evil smile this time, and yellow wolf eyes stared into my soul. She was still smiling, and that's when I saw them. Fangs!
The look on her face was pure predator. I tried to scream again, but couldn't. She leaned towards me, and I saw her mouth opening. I felt her fangs graze my neck, and then she bit down. And this time I did scream.
By
Son Of Evil
1880
London
'How could she say that to me?' He ran past a group of people. One of them, a man named James, said loud enough for him to hear:
"They call him William the Bloody because of his bloody awful poetry!" Him and the group laughed.
'No! Shut up! SHUT UP! What did I ever do to you? WHY DO I HAVE DO BE SO PATHETIC?!' I burst through the doors and ran out onto the street, trying not to choke on my own sobs.
I ran sobbing across the road, and bumped into a man and two women. "Watch were you're going!" I snapped. My voice came out strangled.
"Or you could just take the next pathetic stranger that comes along," I heard the man say. He and one of the women laughed. If possible, I felt even lower. Now even strangers were making fun of me. And he wasn't even English! Irish, by the sound of his accent.
I couldn't take it. I felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I and into an ally. I slipped and landed hard on my kneecaps. They gave a sickening crack that travelled up to my teeth. I got back up and looked at the clear night sky. The stars. The heavens. "WHY?" I screamed. "WHY ME?! I HATE YOU!!!"
I knew it was a bad idea to be in an ally when there was a murder out there. But, maybe I wanted the murder to find me. Maybe I wanted to be the next victim. "Everyone would probably be better off,' I thought grimly.
I turned around and there was one of the two women. The two women that had laughed at me. I felt anger mix in with my sadness. It didn't replace it; it just mixed with it. "Are you one of those London pickpockets?" I asked sharply. "You'll not get my purse, I tell you!"
"Don't want your purse," she said in a singsong voice. She walked closer to me. "You're so sad," she said symperfectly. She looked into my eyes, and a strange
feeling came over me. I felt like her will way battling with mine.and hers was winning. I felt paralysed. It reminded me of something in a book I'd read that had recently come out. The Undead. In it creature called a vampire, whose name was Dracula, had used demonic powers to put people under his thrall. To sap there very will.
It was nonsense, of course. A load a bollocks, if you'll mind the language. But looking at her, I couldn't help but notice the simlaralits. The pale skin. The graceful way that she moved. I mean, I know that women are naturally more graceful than men, but she was amazing! Like a dancer. Wait, that must be it! She was a dancer. Then why did her eyes captivate me so? Well she was very beautiful. Yes, that must be it.
Before I had any more thoughts linking her to a fairy tale creature, she spoke again. "Would you like the chance to make the naughty little boys and girls pay for teasing you so?" She asked. "Not just the chance, but the power?"
Memories of the teasing, laughter and mockery flooded back to me. From childhood all the way to adulthood. And I was filled with rage. "Yes," I breathed.
She smiled, and took a slight step back. Then.her face changed! I tried to scream, but I couldn't. She smiled, an
evil smile this time, and yellow wolf eyes stared into my soul. She was still smiling, and that's when I saw them. Fangs!
The look on her face was pure predator. I tried to scream again, but couldn't. She leaned towards me, and I saw her mouth opening. I felt her fangs graze my neck, and then she bit down. And this time I did scream.