Title: Crimson
Chapter Two: The Encounter
By: Misery Johnson
Night had fallen and all was still. All who valued their lives were inside their
houses tucked safely away. The recent murders had left an imprint on all.
But not all paid attention to what was happening in the city. A young girl was
now exiting a small card shop, intent on reaching her car to go home. She had
just broken up with her boyfriend and was leaving a trail of tears behind.
"I can't believe that Yami would treat me that. I was such an idiot to believe that
he was in love with me," she said aloud, believing she was all alone. During her
rambling she had passed by the stranger who was intently looking at her. "Yami
was just like Seto, I knew I should've never gone out with him" she screamed
as she dropped her keys on the floor by accident. When she stood, she screamed
but it was too late the stranger was already on her. She passed out, but the last
thing she saw was a pair of crimson eyes looking at her.
As the stranger was about to have the girl for his meal, he suddenly stopped. All
he could do was look at her, she looked so familiar but he couldn't place where
he had seen her before. Her blue eyes were mesmerizing, even though he had
seen them for only a second before she fainted; he still felt their impact. Her
long brown hair was now to her side and he could smell a distant scent of
strawberry. He was a sucker for sweets. She was so vulnerable, yet beautiful.
He never found that to be a good thing. He never let his guard down, once he
had fallen for a mortal and had ended up killing her in the end when she
betrayed him with another of his kind. No, he wouldn't be so blind this time.
Mortals were just cattle and nothing else. But he had heard her distress. That
had been what lured him over to her. He had been in the middle of feasting on a
couple when he sensed an increasing heartbeat. He couldn't resist. Maybe he
should decide her fate later when he was able to think clearly. Yes, that would be
better. And with that he took flight for his haven, his white hair hanging over
the girl's face as if to cover her from the harsh wind though that wasn't his
intent. From afar people would mistake him for an angel if it were not for the
fact that his wings were as black as night.
Misery: So any good? Tell me but remember no flames. I want to thank all that reviewed the first chapter and asked me to continue this. My other two stories are on hold, but will be updated as soon as possible.