#disturbed fic

Loathing:

A feeling of itense dislike or distrust; hatred: the thought filled her with intense loathing. Old English,of Germanic origin.

Why do people say that when you die its peaceful? Why is it such a misconstrued topic? Who in their right mind would make this idea such a normal view, and why in the hell did people leave it to be true?

 Nothing about death was peaceful. It was lonely and filled with pain. A pain so intense it could burn the earth whole, turning into minuscule specks of dust. The truth was, my death was so intense, I felt like I was being burned from the inside out almost as if the sun had been planted into every fibre of my body. It’s heat etching its way into every nerve ending, millions and millions of nerve simultaneously combusting, burning up every bit of me till there was nothing left. The worst part was, I was scared beyond belief. I expected there to be the famous ‘white light’ at the end of the tunnel, peace and love; maybe even acceptance of my death fast approaching. But it never came to my dismay.

 He had left me there in the woods, my blood draining from my wounds, seeping into the dirt, becoming one with the earth. As my eye sight became more strained, a sick thought crossed my mind. How many other people, years in the past had died in this very spot? Were they all cackling at my predicament, or did they pity me that my life was taken so short? Who knew. I never really did get to find out either..

 It felt like an eternity before the burning in my body stopped. It slowly faded away, almost resembling the pace of a snail. The only place left on my body that had an intense burning was my throat. I expected everything to be over when the pain started to fade, that was what was supposed to happen when you’re dying? Eventually the pain dissipates, but it never did. And to my surprise I was gaining consciousness. It wasn’t as hard as I thought to open my eyes, jumping up quickly and gaining a large intake of breath.

 I quickly scanned my surroundings, noticing that I was still in the woods. In the exact same place as before. I knew it was dark because the sun light was not filtering through the leaves of the tree’s looming above me, but my eye sight had doubled in vision for some strange reason. Everything was so clear to me, from every grain of dirk beneath my body, to the small particles of pollen and dust that filled the air. I could see even the smallest of ants, feet away from me climbing up the rough bark of tree’s. I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure if I was even alive at this point. This whole thing seemed to surreal to be true.

 I sat still and listened, my sense’s in over drive as I heard multiple footsteps from what sounded like a heavy four footed animals. Every movement, every swish of its tail, every bite and chew of the lush green grass I could hear. It perplexed me on how I could even hear such things. Perhaps I was imagining this, maybe my mind had shut down and started to construct a false reality for my body to cope with the trauma that it faced, but it felt way too real. Everything was too loud, my brain was beginning to hurt at the influx of the noises that occupied the space that I was in.

 I shuffled my body to stand, I needed to get away from here, but I didn’t know where I was going. I barely even remembered how I got here in the first place. As I tried to go over last night’s events, Damon’s face flashed before my eyes and everything suddenly came rushing back to me. Every single detail from when he met me at the bar and the exact way I had come here. It had seemed that whatever spell he had casted on me had no hold over me anymore. I bit down on my lip and retraced my steps, the sound of the dirt, dried leaves and grass crunching beneath my feet was like surround sound causing me to scrunch my nose in pain. This was too much for me to handle, and I had no idea how to make it stop. To turn it off or even turn it down.

 It didn’t take me as long as I expected to find a small road leading back into the city, everyone was still asleep I assumed as there was hardly a sound to be heard, except a car here and there in the distance. I continued walking, taking in every sense I could. Every smell. Until it hit me. A sweet luscious smell that made my mouth water and my throat become dry and hot with hunger. If it were even possible, my senses became more attuned, my eye sight even more focused and my hearing more alert. I could hear a heartbeat. It was calm and steady just like their footsteps as they rounded the corner to where I was standing. My fists clenched by my side as I forced myself to control whatever had overcome me. The scent was driving me crazy, and the sound of the blood rushing through their veins made me hungry beyond belief.

I held in my breath, I didn’t know what was happening to me but I didn’t want to do anything to hurt someone. That wasn’t me. I could control whatever this was. As I was fighting my internal battle a women came into view. I could hear her heart beat raise at the sight of me, clearly I looked deranged. Covered in blood and dirt, standing in the middle of a quiet street with only the light of the street light to illuminate my figure. I could feel my canines pushing the inside of my lips, somehow becoming longer and more pointed.

 “Hey. Are you okay do you need any help?” The woman questioned me cautiously. Carefully taking a step towards me, trying not to intimidate or scare me.

 I took a tentative step back, careful to keep my distance.

 “Please don’t come near me. I don’t want to hurt you.” I replied, straining myself not to take in a breath.

 “You look like you’ve been through hell. Is there someone I can call?” She continued to advance to me slowly, lifting her hands in the air to show me that she wasn’t a threat. But her heart beat was still racing, I could hear it loud and clear.

 I simply shook my head. Biting down on my lip further. She was so close to me now, I could feel the heat of her skin on my own as she reached out her hand towards me. I thought that I could control myself around her, so I took in a deep breath just as the wind blew. Her scent travelled to me with such a force that my mouth was salivating instantly. Without even thinking, or even telling myself to. I lunged at the poor girl with so much speed that she didn’t even seem to know that I had moved an inch. By the time she realised that I was not in the same spot, my teeth had found her jugular, piercing her throat. The moment her blood had touched my tastebuds I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. The taste of it was so sweet, so succulent that I wouldn’t even be able to describe. It was nothing like I tasted before in my whole life. It didn’t have that metallic taste like I was used to, it had something completely different.

 She had screamed then. In pain or shock I didn’t know. I simply snapped her neck to the side to keep her from drawing attention to us. I was all too consumed in feeding off her blood to care that I had taken an innocent life. I could feel her body go limp instantly, and her heart pumping once or twice more before it stopped completely. I just continued to drink, my body feeling even more strong and warm with every mouthful.

 Pretty soon no more blood was being produced. I simply growled and dropped the body of the girl onto the floor. I could feel her blood dripping down my mouth. I slowly stuck out my tongue, swiping up the blood slowly. Savouring the taste of it with a sadistic smile. I looked down at the poor creature, her throat ripped open and her body pale. I felt no remorse for what I had done. I only wanted more blood.

 I had killed multiple innocent people that night. My blood lust driving me to do the unthinkable. I had become the monster of people’s nightmares, their worst fears brought to life. Everything to me has now been consumed by my blood lust. This unbelievable desire to kill had driven me to a point of obsessive insanity. I was alone, but I had never felt more powerful and in control of my own body and mind. With every drop of blood, my addiction grew. I knew it was unwise to leave so much evidence, but I had convinced myself that I am now indestructible. That is until the sun had started to rise.

 Blisters had begun to form on every exposed piece of skin as the sun rose, but the higher it got, the more intense the pain became. I wasn’t too far from my apartment, so I ran, driven by primal fear. I had made it there in mere seconds.

 My tiny apartment was left in the exact way I remember it. A small blanket draped over my second hand lounge that occupied most of the space of my small lounge room. A small plasma TV still hung up on the wall, slightly off centre. I could see every speck of dust that was built up on the TV screen. I bit my lip, suddenly disgusted that I had let my home become so dirty. With a small sigh, I let myself relax on the lounge, grabbing the remote to the TV and turning it on. The local news instantly filled the screen, the voice of the anchor man filling the space. Politics. I rolled my eyes, none of that seemed to matter to me at this point in time. My next meal did. Thoughts of the luscious taste of blood encompassed my thoughts, leaving no room for any other concerns or thoughts.

Days had passed where I was free to do whatever I pleased. I was unchecked, no one was around to stop me or to tell me that what I was doing was wrong. I knew somewhere deep down that everything in my life was a mess, what I had become was not natural but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Damon had ruined my life, stripped me of my humanity, destroyed my future and took away my most prized possession of all. He had taken my free will. I had no say in what had happened to me and I felt enraged every time I thought of Damon. He was a demon that plagued my mind.

 I had found myself watching the multiple news reports that were circulating the media at the present. Bodies strewn all over the city, the count was 20 so far and it had only been just under a week since I have turned. The theories that were being discussed on the news made me smirk. They were speculating between an animal attack or a homicidal murderer. They weren’t too far from the truth I suppose and I found myself smirking. The sound of light and quick footsteps filled my ears, but before I could react I was yanked up by my shirt and thrown into the wall.

 He was here, he was in front of me. Damon, the man that had ruined my life. He was beautiful, even more so with my new heightened sight. His skin was flawless, not a single blemish or wrinkle tainted his skin. His hair was still long messy and raven black and his eyes were an even more brilliant blue. He came here to warn me that I was being watched by some hunters and the McCall pack. I didn’t take it seriously, my guess is that he is just threatened by someone who was not afraid to take risks. I decided that I would ruin his life the way he ruined mine.

 “So, how is it that you’re here in the middle of the day?” I questioned, cocking my head to the side studying the monster before me.

 “I can’t tell you all my secrets. Besides, why would I give you more of a reason to go out and draw attention to us. If you could go out in the day, you will just be signing your own death sentence.” Damon said simply, pacing slowly throughout the small living room.

 “Why can’t I have the freedom that you do? I mean you practically forced this life style on me? I had no one to teach me anything, I’m basically fending for myself here. How am I supposed to live if I don’t know the right way to?”

 Damon simply stared at me with a blank face, he clearly didn’t sympathise with me, he had no care in the world for anyone other than himself. He only wanted me to stop so he could keep himself safe. So that his lifestyle wasn’t affected and he wasn’t outed for the asshole he really is. Slowly though his face betrayed him, his resolve was faltering. What I said was true and he knew it. He left me alone figuring I was as good as dead, a rookie mistake on his part. He knew he was the one that fucked up and that every bad thing that I have done since that night had been on him.

 “Fine. You’re right. I’ll come by tonight and we can talk this through. But I mean it, this has to stop you’re putting us in danger and if it comes down to it I will kill you if it means that me and my family are safe.” He was fierce when he spoke, his eyes shining with a fire so bright that I didn’t doubt him for a second. He would kill me if he thought it was the right thing to do.

 But little did he know, I had plans for him. Plans that would turn his whole life upside down in the blink of an eye. I was going to get close to him, his friends and his family. I would make them trust me, love me as one of their own. Accept me, and then I would turn on them all. Destroying everything they’ve ever held dear to their hearts. If Damon could so easily strip away everything in my life, then I was going to make him pay for all eternity for what he has done to me.

 “Okay Damon. I promise I will wait here for you. But please, I need your help. I don’t want to be a monster.” I made my voice sound small and helpless, my face mimicking my voice. Damon simply left without another word. Leaving me to think about the plan that was already starting to go into motion.

 Six hours was a long time to wait around for somebody. I forced myself to sleep for what seemed like the longest time. Despite being a supernatural being of the night, damned to live all of eternity the same age, watching every single person I once knew grow older, have a family and eventually die, you would think that it was impossible to be exhausted. But I was, I was exhausted. My body was running on fumes, it had been almost a full day of not feeding, a schedule that I wasn’t used to. My throat was burning with the thought of blood trickling down it, satisfying the never ending thirst that plagued me every single second of the day.  I forced my body to relax, letting my body to relax and soon enough I had managed to fall asleep.

 Despite being one of the most dangerous predators on the planet, I had experienced my first nightmare as a supernatural being; something which I oddly thought would exempt me from such mundane things. Evidently, it didn’t matter that I was an undead creature of the night. My worst fears had come out to play as soon as my body went into a deep sleep.

 The cold night air trickled over my skin, a shiver running down my spine. My anxiety was high and my heart beat was fast and loud within my ears. My vision was blurred with tears, I felt like I was being followed; hunted even. I had no recollection of where I was, all that I knew was that I was in a forest that looked exactly like the one Damon had lead me to when he used some sort of magic on me to make me follow him there blindly.

 There were no sounds of animals nearby which made me even more anxious. Shouldn’t there be at least an owl hooting somewhere off in the distance? I took a tentative step forward, trying to get my bearings of where I was and how I was going to find my way home. But I couldn’t move. That’s when two figures emerged in the small opening at least 10 metres in front of me. Somehow not even noticing my presence. I heard a low feminine giggle. I Scrunched my eye brows together trying to focus my eyesight on who the hell was even out here in the first place. No such luck, apparently I was back in my human body with limited sight.

 “What are we doing all the way out here?” I heard the same voice again. I couldn’t quiet put my finger on how I knew the voice, I just knew that it was one that I had heard many times before. A voice that had calmed me, had consoled me and had given me hours of advice.

 “Well, I can’t exactly kill you in front of everyone now can I?” Without even having to see, I knew that was my voice. Except it was devoid of emotion, no feelings, no sympathy just plain bloodlust filled my tone.

 The other girl giggled, thinking that what other me said had been a joke. But I knew that it wasn’t, I could feel it In my bones. I was certain that other me an brought this girl out here to her death. This would be the final place she will see before she leaves this world for good. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. I had to do something, I needed to distract other me and get her to chase me instead, but your dreams and your reality are two different things entirely. As much as I wanted to change the course of events, there was no way that I could, my subconscious had made it impossible for me to even get near the situation that was unfolding.

 “Still a joker as always Isabella. But seriously, what are we doing here, it’s late and I have to get up early to set up the restaurant tomorrow.”

 Oh no. It was Anne. Someone who I considered for all intents and purposes one of my closest friends. No, other me wouldn’t kill her. She couldn’t kill her! Surely she knows how much Anne meant to her in her human life, she couldn’t just rip apart Anne like she meant nothing. She meant everything! She had helped me so much over the past few years, our relationship blossoming from a waitress and customer to really great friends. The reason I went to that place was just to talk to her because I had enjoyed her company and humorous personality so much!

 “Always so trusting Anne.” I could see other me cock her head to the side, looking at Anne in a calculative manner. It was going to happen soon, I would be witnessing the end of Anne’s life.

 “You’re kind of scaring me now Isabella. Not gonna lie.” She backed away from other me slightly, trying not to make it noticeable that she was trying to find a way to escape. She knew that something was off with me, but despite every instinct telling her to run, her heart was telling her that other me wouldn’t hurt her.

 “Well you taste better when you’re scared.”

 Anne’s body was suddenly thrown right in front of my feet. A blood curdling scream escaped my lungs as I tried to step back but nothing was happening. It was like my feet had been cemented into the ground. Blood was trickling down Anne’s forehead. She had landed on a decent sized stone.

 I was panting now, staring down at my friend. Wishing and praying that there was something that I could do for her. Every move I tried to get my body to do simply didn’t work. I could only watch in utter horror as other me stepped into the clearing. Teeth bared in a sadistic smile. The scariest part was the moving black veins under my all black eyes.

 Anne looked up at other me approaching her. She was crying and whimpering in pain. Trying to shuffle her body away as quickly as possible. She succeeded in gaining a few small metres but other me quickly sped over in a matter of a second. Before either Anne or even I could process, other me and had up in front of her by her throat, cutting of her air supply.

It broke my heart into pieces watching Anne struggled to breathe, her normally tanned and rosy cheeked complexion was turning a pale blue. She was gagging to get even a miniscule amount of air into her screaming lungs. I knew how much panic and fear she was feeling, flash backs of what Damon had done to me flashed through my mind. I knew she was trying to come up with a way to escape, but deep down she must have known that the only escape was death.

I heard a few cracking noises then. My focus on Anne’s face, she wanted to scream in agony as other me slowly applied pressure to her throat, fracturing her neck in more then one place.

“Please….” Anne managed to croak through the pain and lack of oxygen.

“That’s not going to work on my darling. I have no humanity left.” Other me whispered in her ear, dragging her teeth down the exposed part of her neck. Letting her sharp canine fangs slowly open up a line strip of skin. Other me watch with intrigue as Anne’s scarlet blood trickled down her fingers, she was smiling watching her life line flow down until droplets hit the ground, becoming one with the earth. 

“Normally I would make it quick, but I meant what I said. You do really taste better when you’re scared out of your mind.” She had leaned over now, letting her tongue run down the cut she had made. Moaning lowly in the back of her throat at the taste of blood.

 “Just a little bit more, and you’ll be even more irresistible ” Other me mused. Her grip relaxing slightly.

 “We’re gonna play a game of hide and seek. Well it’s not really a game because you will lose. But it’s always fun to give it a good old try don’t you think?”

Anne simply stared in horror, realisation that she could possibly outsmart other me had lifted her spirits slightly.

 “I’m going to give you a hmm.. a ten minute heard start. Only because I am feeling rather generous and well the odds are definitely in my favour. I mean with the heightened senses and all. I’m pretty sure that there isn’t a place you could run where I wouldn’t be able to find you. But then again, I said I would give you a chance and a promise is a promise.”

 Other me and let Anne go now. The only thing stopping Anne from running was other me keeping her hand gently wrapped around her throat. She was still rambling, madness and bloodlust taking up most of her thoughts at this point. Eventually other me had let her had slide down Anne’s chest, topping just above her racing heart.  Before she suddenly lashed out and kicked Anne’s leg. A sickening snap filled the wide open space of the woods, and Anne’s scream follow seconds after.

“ I didn’t say it would be a fair head start.”

Anne’s body crumpled to the floor as she held her right leg, tears of pain, disbelief and horror running down her cheeks. She was a mess. Dirty with blood, sweat and dirt. But despite her pain there was a fire burning In side of her, a defiance that even I noticed. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.

She had forced her small body to stand, letting majority of her weight fall to her left leg. She still held tightly onto her broken one, but she looked at other me. All traces of fear left her then.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am.” She seethed through clenched teeth. Despite knowing full well the outcome of this, I felt proud of her. She wasn’t going to sit there and take this, she would and she could fight till the end. She was going to make a good death, a death on her own terms.

 “Off you go little one. I’ll be hunting you soon.”

Anne didn’t need a written invitation. She had limped off as fast as her body would allow in a seemingly random direction. Shortly she was out of my sight. My attention had turned to other me now.

 I still looked the same as I did when I was human, but there was an air of insanity surrounding me. I could just tell by the way she carried herself and the way she spoke; the rambling was almost belligerent. Her hair was sort of looked like a bird’s nest, like she hadn’t even bothered to wash it for a week or two. Upon further inspection I realised it looked the way it did because it had been matted with blood, sticks and leaves and dirt.

Other me was letting her tongue swipe against her lips in anticipation as she paced back and forth. Muttering to herself in the process. I could only make out a fraction of what she had said.

‘She is going to taste so good. Mmm. I just can’t wait.’

 I stared at other me in utter disgust. I couldn’t believe the thought process of her. Couldn’t even begin to fathom the amount of effort and care was taken in undertaking such a vile plan. My stomach churned with the thought that my dear friend’s heart would stop beating in mere moments. I prayed and hoped that I could distract other me long enough to give Anne even a smaller chance at surviving.

 “Why her?”

 The look I received was comical, as if the answer to the question I had posed was the most obvious one in the world. One that no matter how hard I tried to think of didn’t make sense to my one tracked mind.

 “Because she is the only thing holding me to my human life and well I want to, and why shouldn’t I be able to do what I want?”

“But, she’s innocent. She has done so much for us. I mean you.”

 Other mere shook her shoulders nonchalantly. Picking at her fingers nails bored.

“Like I said. Why can’t I do what I want? I mean are you going to stop me?”

My heart stopped then. Could I? I mean theoretically this was only a dream right. A figure of my subconscious, I should be able to do the impossible but from my previous efforts I would say that is a far-fetched hope.

 “Hmm that’s what I thought. Well my dinner is calling.”

 “Wait!” I screamed desperately, a few stray birds taking flight at the echo of my voice throughout the night air.

Other me turned to look at me impatiently. I figured this was a small lived victory. Another second that Anne would miraculously find civilisation and get help.

“Why am I even here?”

 Other me titled her head to the side, calculating her next response. A few mere seconds passed in silence. I was sure she could hear my erratic heartbeat.  Only she never replied to me. She only turned and vanished right before my eyes.

 I bit on my lip harshly, the taste of blood filling my senses. I still couldn’t move and my mind did not give me a release from this hell. I had never wished for a time where I wasn’t so hopeless.

A piercing scream filled the night air, cut short a second later and a chill ran down my spine. I felt like I had jumped into a frozen creek, suddenly submerged in an icy chasm that I couldn’t get out of. Anne was dead, and I couldn’t do anything to save her or change her fate. Tears were streaming down my face, a stark temperature difference to how my cold my body felt.

Her hand was on me before I could even comprehend that she was even there. Tightly bound around my throat, my air ways blocked. I had begun chocking, fighting to get valuable oxygen into my blood stream. If I could move any part of my body, I was sure I would of used my nails to scrap away at her skin, to make her feel even the smallest amount of pain that I had felt.

She was before me suddenly, drenched in blood. Some still dripped from her full bottom lip to her chin and then onto the floor at our feet.

“You’re not going to hold me back anymore. I am the most powerful and deadly predator on the planet. I am not going to let you control me.” She screamed, her fangs protruding menacingly. Her voice was no longer calm and collected but filled with insanity and utter hate for me existence.

She snapped my neck then. Just like that.  The human part of me was dead and gone. Never to be seen again.

I awoke with a strange triumphant feeling within my chest shortly after my dream ended, however strange it was. But it was symbolic. The old me, the weak, human me was dead. Forever buried in the forest in which Damon had turned me. Never to return. The new powerful me, dangerous predator was left to rule this body, now and forever more.

  TAGS:

 March 10th, a date that I would come to never forget. A time so engrained into the very fabric of my mind that it could never be removed or eradicated.

 “So to conclude today’s lecture on positive psychology, I ask that you create a diary, and every day from now to the end of this semester, you write of all the good things that have happened to you on that day and three things that you are grateful for. At the conclusion of this semester we will discuss the psychological benefits of this, if you feel that there are any. With that, have a good day!”

The lecture hall was emptied within minutes as I finished packing up my belongings. Today was slow, and there was still a slight chill in the air. Darkness was quickly approaching as I made my way to the small local diner in the middle of town. It was a place I went to after all of my classes just to unwind and re-read through all of my notes for the day.

The diner named ‘soulfull-filing’ was as small inside just as It appeared on the outside, but it had a homey feel to it. The ceilings were high, with vintage looking wooden beams evenly displayed through the entirety of the building. Every few metres, simple chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their low dull yellow light creating a calm mood as soon as you entered. I always admired how it made me feel as I sat at my regular table near the bar. 

It didn’t take long for the waitress to come and assist me. I smiled at the beautiful blonde, who had a heart shaped face, dull green eyes and slightly uneven pink lips. Her name was Anne, and we had become acquaintances since the time that I had been regularly visiting the diner.

 “Usual tonight?” She questioned kindly as she came and sat in front of me, a large knowing smile on her lips as she watched me pull out my text books, note pad and my large chunky laptop.

 I simply nodded and smiled at her in appreciation as I attempted to filter through the numerous pages before me.

 “Not a good day today I’m guessing?” She prodded.

 “Yeah. Just a lot of things on my mind since the breakup.” I raised my eyebrow and bit down on my lip gently, shrugging my shoulders trying to avoid the subject I really didn’t feel like talking about right at this point in time. It didn’t work though, much to my disdain.

 “Wanna get anything off your chest hun?” Anne questioned gently.

I simply stared at the girl in her early twenties, shaking my head and opening up my notebook. I Instantly felt bad for brushing her off so abruptly. But as I looked up at her again, she gave me a kind smile, simply touching my shoulder in a friendly way before getting up and going behind the bar to make me my usual.

 The words before me seemed to all mesh into one, a constant blur of lines and letters that my brain could not comprehend at this time. I tried my best to push past the mental block but I couldn’t. So I sat there staring at the brilliant white pages, with smudges of black, red or blue ink, I began to think of what my lecturer had asked of us to do within our lecture. I did have a little journal with me, so why the hell not.

Something good that happened to me today…

I stared at the title I had written, trying to scour my mind for even one good point of today. I licked my lips lightly, tapping the pen onto the dark washed wooden table. My life had been a constant swirl on unease, more downs than ups. It was hard for me to see anything positive.

 “And here is your usual!” Anne said cheerily as she placed down my plate and cup.

 I looked up at her gratefully, then down at the delicious creamy chicken and bacon pasta, accompanied by a Malibu Pineapple cocktail.

“Thank you.” I said with a happy grin, before I dug into my meal with a little too much enthusiasm. Immensely grateful for the momentary distraction.

 It had become apparent to me while I was eating that my life was even more miserable then I let on. I didn’t really have much friends, I have a clear predictable routine, that in rain hail or shine I stuck to. To be frank, it was because I was so focused on graduating college and getting good grades that I let everything else slip away. All the fun, adventure and spontaneity that I craved for was no longer present in my day to day life.

 Something good that happened to me today…

 The words stood out to me like a big neon light that belonged in the heart of Vegas on a warm summers night. The prodding question making me think a lot deeper than I should be. I was clawing and fighting the walls building up in my mind to find something to write. It shouldn’t have been this hard?

“I think for that question. You should write that the good thing that happened to you was seeing me.”

I looked up from my journal at the sound of a smooth voice. My breath instantly hitched at the sight of a beautiful man that seemed to gorgeous to be real. His blue eyes, which were making me reminisce about the ocean of Mykonos (that i’ve only ever seen online) were framed with beautiful thick lashes. The man had a strong chiselled jaw line, looking like a Greek god with the sharpness of it, a long thin nose and beautiful full pink lips, and skin so flawless it made it seemed like he had photo shopped himself. To tie it all together, he had deep raven black hair, that in this lighting, shined like diamonds had been encrusted into every follicle of his hair. His beauty was ethereal, and as I stared at him with wide eyes, I came to the conclusion that this pale man, with beauty so raw and indescribable was not from this earth or at the very least, a very vivid figment of my imagination.

I was star struck, my brain could not even put together a coherent sentence. I simply just blushed and looked back down to my journal in embarrassment. I’m sure this man was used to girls gawking at his every word and action, but I was awkward in social situations like this and people this good looking made me a nervous wreck. I often come off as rude because I can never look them in the eye directly while they are talking to me. I guess it’s just something weird and quirky about me that I can’t overcome.

 “Mind if I sit?” He questioned as he pulled out the chair opposite me before I could even politely decline his offer.

I looked up at him through my thick eye lashes, taking another bite of my pasta as I tried my best to ignore his intense gaze which was now making me more uncomfortable.

“Not much of a talker huh?”

 I dropped my fork into my pasta, now looking up at him completely. I raised my eye brow at him. He may be a freaking god, but he sure was annoying me a hell of a lot.

“I just like my privacy.” I stated simply, continuing to stare at him.

“Well why don’t you just relax a little and let me show you how to have fun. Forget about all your problems. What do you say?” His voice was dangerously low, so seductive as he spoke slowly. 

I instantly felt myself relax, all my worries and fears completely vanished as he spoke to me, his pupils dilating from small too big to small again.  A lazy smile spread across my face as I leaned by into my chair. He smiled a knowing smile at me to, but I couldn’t bring myself to care at all.

“Let’s get this party started.” He waved Anne over and began to order multiple different alcoholic beverages. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was staring at me with an anxious look. I simply smiled widely at her, to let her know that I was ok and comfortable.

 Pretty soon, I was drunk beyond measure. The diner had been cleared out long ago, but the Greek god and I were still here drinking the bar dry. I have not had this much fun in a very long time. But all good things must come to an end. Anne began tapping on her watch, telling me it was time to leave. It was around 1 in the morning after all, way past the usual opening hours of this place.

 “We gotta gooooo.” I announced in a sing song manner, picking up my things and trying to stuff them in my bag, only to completely miss and have them fall to the floor. I laughed loudly as I leaned over my chair to pick it up, only to lose my balance and fall down to.

 “Okay. Up we go!” I felt myself and all of my stuff being picked up all at once, with complete and utter ease. A pair of cold strong arms enveloped me.

“I never got your name!” I yelled a little too loudly.

“You don’t need to know my name darling.” He mumbled seductively into my ear, gently nibbling on my ear lobe with his teeth.

 I instantly pulled away and took a deep breath. Of course he was just like everyone else. How stupid could I be to believe that someone that looks like him would just want anything else except a genuine conversation. I felt my heart drop slightly, knowing that I would probably never be good enough to gain someone’s attention for the right reasons. It seems my bad luck just keeps coming with things like these, and I couldn’t understand why I always let myself get into situations like these.

 “Look. I mean, we probably will never see each other again after tonight. So why not just let this play out however it’s supposed to go and if we have a good time I’ll tell you my name.” He adds on, after he realised my distance from him and the disappointment of my face.

“Well. It’s just that I would like to know your name just so I can put a name to a face. It doesn’t have to mean anything else.”

“Okay. Fine. I’m Damon.”

 I looked at Damon with a serious stare, before my face was gifted with a small smile. Damon was charming just as he was good looking, and there was something about him that pulled me towards him. Like a magnet. Maybe it was his highly intoxicating scent, a scent that I couldn’t even begin to describe in words, a scent so strong it dulls my senses and makes me weak to his prowess. I knew that he was a womaniser, I could tell just by how he carried himself, but I didn’t care. I liked his attention and I didn’t even know why.

 As Damon led me out of the small diner, slightly intoxicated, small rain droplets started to fall from the sky. The water droplets mixed with the lights of the surrounding buildings, creating an eyry glow. It was a beautiful sight to see, so i stood still and smiled as I looked up to the sky, letting the water cascade over my face.

“It’s beautiful huh?” I mumbled to him as he stood just inches away from me. I could smell him before I felt him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck, his lips just grazing over my pulse point. My heart rate quickened at the gesture, but I stood still, hoping and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hear how his sudden closeness affected me.

“I think you’re even more beautiful.” He murmured onto my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin and causing a trail of Goosebumps to arise. A sensation that sent pleasant chills over my body. Making me shake with delight.

 “Are you cold?” He questioned.

“No.”

I turned to face the beautiful man behind me. Smiling down to the ground at my sudden boldness. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to be too over bearing or needy. I would let him make the move.

“Look at me.”

I looked up into his eyes, a beautiful shade of blue and speckles of grey.

“Don’t be scared and follow me.”

 Just like that I felt all my fears leave my body in an instant. It confused me how he had this effect over me. Just by looking into my eyes and saying whatever he wanted, it all went away.

He took my hand and began to tug slightly, gesturing me to move my body and follow him. I would follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to do so. In this very moment, I would pack up my whole life if he asked me. Which sounds completely insane and irrational to any other person, but in my mind it made complete and utter sense.

We walked through the quiet streets of my home town. I smiled at the small houses, with their lights turned off as the inhabitants slept soundly. Preparing and rejuvenating their body for another day of hard work or dropping their kids off to school in the morning. My soul felt at peace, even as we walked further away from civilisation and away from the comfort of my home. I didn’t utter a word, Damon’s words ringing into my ear. Don’t be scared follow me.

 “Where are we going?” I questioned curiously as we delved deeper away from the town and towards the reservation.

“I have a surprise for you.” Damon’s voice was light and easy, like he was happy. He knew something that I didn’t. I felt myself grow excited at the aspect of a surprise. At how tonight had taken an unexpected turn for the better. Meeting a mysterious stranger and hitting it off.

We had walked a great deal into the very depths of the woods. The light of the moon was just barely poking through the clouds and the thick foliage of the trees that loomed high above us. There were no other sounds except my breathing. No small critters or animals walking around. It was oddly and peacefully quiet. Despite my eutrophic state of mind, my body began to feel anxious, tingles and chills spread through my body and uneasiness started to take over. Biologically, my body was telling me something wasn’t right. But mentally, I didn’t even comprehend or care.

“Have you ever been out here before Isabella?” Damon questioned with his back facing away from me. I furrowed my eye brows in confusion. I don’t ever remember telling him my name at all tonight.

“How do you know my name?”

 “I’ve been following you for weeks. You really do have a sad life you know. That’s why I know, no one will come looking for you.” He stated. Now turning to face me. My sense of europium stopped there as I looked at a monster.

Damon was no longer the ethereal being that I had met. In the pale moonlight that managed to filter through the leaves of the trees he was as pale as a sheet of paper, the trail of his veins was apparent. But what left me speechless was his black eyes, and the black moving veins underneath them. I bit my lip, tasting blood. His eyes were devoid of any humanity.

“What’s going on?”

Damon took a large step towards me, making me stumble back in fear. My heart was hammering into my chest, like a jack hammer into the concrete. I feel if it were to beat any faster it would actually dislodge itself from my ribcage and onto the floor right at our feet.

“Don’t be scared. You won’t taste as good.”

 I opened my mouth to say something, but my mouth was dry with complete fear. My lips just barely being able to open to let out a shaky breath. A cloud of vapour formed due to the sudden temperature drop.

“What are you?”

Damon began to circle me slowly, watching me with soulless eyes. He let his fingers trail over my shoulders as he walked around me. Occasionally bending down and sniffing my neck at my pulse point and trailing his sharp teeth over it.

“Something you won’t live to tell anyone about.”

I began to back away more now. Trying to find some way out, away from this monster that had tricked me and brought me out here to die. Despite how shitty my life was, I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t deserve to either. I was a good person.

“Don’t run.”

My muscles tensed as he turned around, facing away from me. I quickly scanned the ground and found a thick stick, its end kind of pointed. I slowly bent to pick it up and tucked it under my sleeve. If I needed to, I would use it. For now, I was going to run.

I quickly took off, without a word. My feet pounding on the ground below me and my breathing was loud. I tried to quieten down both so that he wouldn’t be able to find me. But he suddenly came out of nowhere, back handing me to the ground. I heard the contact before I felt it.

 As I was lying on the ground, twigs and dead leaves tangled in my hair, I see Damon standing above me with a sadistic smile on his face. He had fangs, sharp canines that seemed to elongate out of his gums. He hissed slightly. I felt a warm wet trail from the tip of my hair line and I knew that I was bleeding. I tried to shuffle back quickly while still on my back, using my legs to propel me backwards, but Damon walked over quickly, pulling me up by my hair.

“No one is going to come looking for you. So you may as well stop fighting.”

 I clenched my jaw, shuffling the stick that I had picked up to come down into my hand. I grabbed the makeshift weapon tight as Damon held me above the ground by my hair. I cried out in pain and defiance as I swung the stick at his face, the wood now sticking out of his cheek. I was suddenly dropped as he growled, pulling out the wood. I took that as my chance to run again, so I quickly picked myself up and ran in the same direction that I had come from. Adrenaline had now taken over my body, my senses were heightened with the sudden and crippling fear that I was in fact going to die.

“I was going to make this painless, but now you’ve pissed me off!” I heard him scream somewhere behind me.

I didn’t see the large root of the tree sticking out from the ground, my body suddenly propelling towards the floor as I fell down. Damon was now on top of me, turning me around to face him, blood was pouring from the wound of his cheek, dripping down his chin. I screamed a blood curdling scream, hoping that someone miraculously could hear me. I tasted the metallic taste of blood, but it didn’t taste like mine did when i bit down on my lip, but I forget about that as Damon sunk his fangs into my throat, silencing my screams causing blood to block my airways. I was still conscious as he drank my blood, pulling out his hair as I kicked and slapped. He grew frustrated, so he wrapped his hands around my neck and jerked it at an awkward angel. My sight went black, and all the pain I felt dissipated in the blink of an eye.

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