Ok sorry I haven't updated my other story but I wanted to write this story. Please R&R if you could!
Valentines-hater
The ghastly eerie whitish light shone from the pale full moon. The light looked innocent, angelic, maybe even pure but the events that were taking place were none of the kind.
She stood in the Hog's Head bar and gazed at the costumers, she stood at five foot seven. Her face was hidden in the hood of her cloak all anyone could see were her pale almost white eyes, they shone as if they were the moon it's self. She wore a tremendously provocative mini skirt. It was made of leather, the short skirt made the illusion of extremely long tan legs. Clad on her feet were a pair of boots, that went to her ankles. They were black with silver buckles, and at the sole of the boot there were steel nails. The clothing on the top of her body, or lack there of, was even more provocative than the skirt, a black leather corset with sliver lacings, started six inches below her collarbone and ended only right below her breasts.
There was the chosen one for tonight. His brown hair was cut short; his eyes matched his blue shirt. He stood about six foot, but his black slacks made him look even taller. She walked over towards him and started a conversation.
"Hey, is this place a little boring or what?" She asked him.
"Not anymore," he said staring into her eyes. He sat back into his chair and she straddled him. Then she leaned forward connected there lips, his hands were on her hips as she played with his hair. He was so lost in the battle of the tongues, that he didn't notice her raising and taking him outside to the alleyway behind the bar.
"I lost my bed can I sleep in yours?" She asked him. He began to lose himself to her. As the continued to snog in the alley for another minute she felt the bulge in his pants against her thigh. "Follow me." He obeyed.
She led him to the out skirts of the town, in the hillside. Where she stopped and looked at him. "Have you had a good life so far?" The man nodded. "Good because," she stared into his eye lulling him into a trance, "it's about to end." She pulled back her hood and lowered her mouth to his neck sinking in her teeth. The man's blood was full of lust, and heartache. She drank for three minutes hen stopped; she didn't want to drink dead blood.
Dead blood was a type of poisen for a vampyre. It was one of the only things that could kill them. They were not weak like vampires, where garlic, sunlight, and water could kill them. A vampyre was a type of being, one that was no longer human, where a vampire was a human with a blood disease and curse.
She licked the two holes in the side of his neck, they immediately sealed. She sat in the hillside hours later. The sun was just rising. She stared into the sun, and observed the colors coming with it, no longer where her eyes the color of the moon, they were a warm honey color, and the bloody red color in the sky matched her hair. She leaned over and planted a kiss on the corpse. Her lipstick was blood red. Then she turned and took flight wanting to get home and shower before anyone else woke up.
Is this good so far? R&R please? I really would be thankful!
Valentines hater.