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This is my first Fanfic, so sorry if it review,it would make my day.:)-Red


I ran away from him. I could hear his blood pulsing through his veins, burning into my brain like a river of lava. I pushed on, knowing that if I went back, if I gave in to the calling of the sweet nectar, I would regret it.

I kept running, as fast as I could. The green-brown trees around me were just a muddled blur.

Soon, I smelt a musky, woodsy scent. It suddenly flared stronger, so it was unbearable, burning my nose. I wanted to stop, turn around, but a flicker of black in my peripheral vision stopped me short. I skidded to a halt and whipped around, waiting for the inevitable head rush, but it never came. This gave me pleasure, but also shock.

Then a figure came into view. It was an extremely attractive teenager. He had short black hair and dark eyes. When I met those beautiful eyes, I was shocked at the amount of anger and disgust. His skin was a lovely russet colour. He was covering his nose with one hand, like he could smell the revolting smell, too.

I was jolted out of assessment by the sound of his voice. It was deep and sounded like it had previously been soft or even smoothing. However, when he addressed me, it was entwined with anger and resentment.

"What the hell are you doing on our land, Bloodsucker?"