Have you ever had a secret you can't trust anyone with, the kind that eats away at your mouth trying to pry its way into your words? Or the type that creeps into your dreams forcing you to say what's been tickling the tip of your tongue in the middle of your story? Not even the genre of hushed reality's that haunt you in the midst of a cold October morning? Can't say that you have, can't you? Well I can. I've been forced to even keep the large weeping willows, which outline the edge of my house, from knowing my horrid secret. But it's hard to keep it a whisper beneath a whisper when all you eat is blood.
Chapter 1.
It all started with a single walk through the woods deep into the night on a below zero day. There was frost biting the ground with a cold hearted crunch. The smell of soft smoke from an open blaze fire walked with the wind. Air whipped around my lost heat and sent a shiver down my arms. It was fast but long like a rollercoaster ride. As I made my way through the dense forest I spotted the moon curling its shape around the moving winter clouds. The thick puffs of cotton in the sky seemed like they were attracted to the florescent glow of the moonlight. When the moon was lost I continued my journey. Since the forest was a big brown patch of forever I cut my walk short until something rustled in the bushes.
I stood still, frozen in fear waiting for another sound to make its way through my ears. I watched precariously until the noises collapsed into silence then I began my run back home. Suddenly when everything fell short of sound I ran until my legs felt sore. Then I realized that the forest was miles of clones that confused my path. I tried anxiously to reveal my way but it was all the same. I looked around for signs like the smoke that lead my senses to warmth or the hard berry bush that was bitten by the snow, yet the clues had disappeared, until the last drop of hope slipped across my tongue. The strong taste of my cousin's cologne tingled on my lips. He had to be close. But even a dump truck of hope couldn't have prepared me for what hid behind the old oak tree. There it was the noise that made me frightened right there in front of my horrified eyes, hungry.