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A Vampire's Kiss
Someone New
He stared at the sign of the cemetary gates. Wondering why he was led here of all places. He looked around the gate seaching for the lach to open them. He saw where to open it and reached out to touch when, he got a flashback of the young women screaming. Screaming over and over in his head. He tired to think of something eles, but it would not go away. He quickly pushed open the gates and ran through. He blindly ran through the long trail of tombstones, the unbaried ones tripping him to stop his frantic running.
He stopped running, once he saw a small house in the distance. The grave diggers hut was a small white hut. Shaped like an old cabin, the walls as if were only a cardbaord box. He saw the only light was coming form a small latern in the window. He flet the hunger and thrist starting to bring the pain back, coursing back into his body. He moaned slightly bringing his hand to his forhead. Walking blindly, still in the same direction of the Grave diggers hut, feeling the shallow heart beat coming to his ears as he got closer and closer.
He stopped at the door, leaning over to look into the window. The old man sat by the latern, shivering from the cold. The look of pure misery planted across his wrinkled face. Sesshoumaru felt sorry for him. He tried to stop himself, tried to walk away, tired to give the old man another chance at life. Oh how bad he just wanted to turn on his heels and runaway, never to look over his shoulders, but he just couldn't. He slowly opened the door, red tears streaming down his face. He old man jumped up from the cold dirty ground in fright.
The old man looked at him, his heart pounding roughly. "Leave me be Satan", He screamed. "You have no idea who Satan is" Sesshoumaru said, his voice deadly. In two short strides, he had the old man in his arm, breaking his neck in the process of him taking the warm hot blood form his victim. He had gotten messy, spilling half of the blood from the victim down the front of his shirt. He licked the blood from his lips, dropping the body now already turning hard and cold. He stepped over him, whispering his apologys as he headed for the door.
The midnight wind on his face felt almost good, but the new found warmth he had discovered form his victim, left him shivering in coldness as well as his happiness to have a feeling once again. The tears that spilt down his face, he had notices with a finger tip, the watery liquid was once again the color of tears without the red pigment. He kept walking, not wanting to get any new found attention. He walked, walked until he came close to the end of the line of graves. The willow tree gentaly blowing the leaves around, making the scene almost errie like the scary movies as a little kid.
The exit, he couldn't see anywhere, but the gates weren't very high at all. He streached his long pale arms, the black t-shirt he had on make a small ruffling sound. Then all the sudden before he took his leap, off in the distance he heard a small whimper.