Chapter Two

Finally

The street lights are like fluorescent moons hanging over my head, they're cold and unwelcoming, as if I shouldn't be there. But I need to get out, my bedroom smothers me, past times we had together wish to strike me down.

Melbourne sleeps, yet it doesn't. Those who wish to stay in the shadows escape the sunlight and live in the dark. Night is their world. I agree. Night is my world too.

It was yours…..as well.

I see pale faces and hungry eyes, hungry for what? Not food. Sex? It might be that, but then it might be what you always hungered for. I remember the nights you spent gazing at me, longing to taste me. And when I let you, you almost took it all.

I stare at the men who stalk in the shadows, they watch me in return with something lurking in their eyes, it sends a thrill through me. My stomach flutters and memories cloud my vision for a few moments.

You lifted your face from my neck, something red dripping from your lips, and your eyes were sad. Your green eyes were so sad. I would reach up with one shaking hand and with a finger, catch a droplet of my own blood.

"I didn't mean to take so much" you would whisper and I would always smile. I never minded, not when it felt so good.

And so, as I look at those coldly handsome men who begin to follow me, I am not as scared as I should be.

I suppose I must smell different, my blood runs hot with anticipation, yet I don't want them to touch me. I suppose I must taste different, my cheeks are flushed, my feet have slowed. I realize I'm not wearing shoes, I must have forgotten, in my haste to leave my apartment.

The ground is warm beneath my feet, the suns warmth is leaving and soon the chill of night will overtake the world.

What am I wearing? I look down at myself, I'm wearing my pyjamas, and they're pale blue. Shorts and a t-shirt. I smile to myself. I must stand out against the prostitutes who strut in the alleyways with an air of experience, and the clubbers who laugh in drunken glee.

I turn a corner, there's a bright neon sign that spells out the words;

Blood Candy

It's a pretty name, I wonder what it's like inside. I think I must be drunk, no, high? But I don't remember taking anything. Maybe I'm just going mad.

Finally.

I feel so free like this, when I can walk wherever I want and wear whatever I want.

It's nice.

It's different.

Its freedom.

If I'm going made, then I'll go gladly. You wouldn't like that.

But I don't think I care what you think. You left me, not the other way around.

I walk on my toes to the bright red doors that sit directly beneath the neon sign. A large man watches as I come closer, I see his eyes flicker to whoever is behind me. Almost reluctantly he opens the door, he tries to tell me something, with his eyes, but I'm not listening.

I glide through the doors, the music already beating along my skin and I feel my eyes widen and a smile curl the corners of my mouth. I move toward the dance floor, past so many people, I can feel their eyes on me. They can stare, it feels good be watched, watched with hunger and lust, instead of love, for a change.

The music is rough, it pushes me around, it makes my pulse race and my cheeks flush so bright. I'm surrounded, arms wrap around me from all sides and I can feel the cool slide of kisses along my neck and cheeks. I keep dancing. I'm a glossy ornament, they only see the outside, my eyes are hiding my soul, so no one will know me.

It's exhilarating.

This intoxication.

I'm temptation.

I close my eyes. The music fades until it's only a dull buzz in my ears, like white noise. I can only feel on person, someone at my back, holding me, face pressed against my neck.

I'll gladly go mad for this.

The world freezes, everything slows until it stops. Everything seems to shimmer blindingly bright. Fingers brush my dark hair from my face, run a cold finger over the hollow smudges beneath my eyes.

"You smell like candy."A voice purrs into my ear. I stop dancing; I try to open my eyes. But I can't, I'm held in silence and ice.

My breathing is loud in the stillness, its harsh in my ears, mingling with the flutter of my racing heart. I suddenly feel scared; I can barely swallow past the pulse in my throat. I should not have left the safety, the lonely shadows of my apartment. Why…..

"Don't you ever wonder, ever, if something is missing?"

My heart stills.

Second chapter!! Hope you all liked it. I'm going to get more into the vampire world. And just a piece of info, the world in this story is set in the same as Moonlit Scars. Different characters but same world and setting.

Please review if you liked it or if you want to give any pointers or help!

Emily

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