Italian ShadowcatAs the human slept, a creature of the night flew rapidly through the forest. It had it's eyes on her for a while. She ran for her life, her hooves kicking the wood chips. Maybe if she made it home to her babies, she'd be safe? He could smell her blood. If she got away, the bloodthirsty animal would be weak the next day. Eating animal flesh and drinking animal blood was the key to make him look human. It was actually his first hunt and if he succeeded, he could easily trick everyone to think he was human. If it weren't for that stupid bitch who hit his car while texting, he'd still be human. His father offered him eternal life as he laid dying at the hospital. Now he was to forever be young and handsome. No more weaknesses at least. And if girls didn't like him before, now they would. He swooped down on his prey and grabbed her by the neck. The deer slowly died painfully as the monster sucked on her blood. Sam woke up again with a gasp. She was panting and sweaty. What the hell was going on? Since she couldn't get back to sleep, she decided to pull out the library book she rented on vampires. Good vampires aren't nessesarly vegan; they feed on forest and barn animals including foxes, dears, rabbits, pigs, cows, roosters, moose and wolves. They don't eat human flesh. All good vampires are surrounded by mortal civilization. Of coarse, they won't admit to humans that vampires exist, but I know there are some out there. The book contents read. The only time a vampire would bite a human is if they were selecting a bride or groom. No body has ever told about the experience, but I conclude it to be slow and painful. When she opened her laptop, she noticed that Freddie was availible to chat. At four in the morning? She thought a scholar like him would be sleeping and dreaming of cameras. HamPuckett: I need to ask you something. It took a while before he responded. Fredduccini: Well that's odd. HamPuckett: Yeah yea Fredwardo. Shouldn't you be asleep? Freduccini: Shouldn't you? HamPuckett: I didn't get into an accident last week. Freduccini: I feel fine. Why do you care? She couldn't think of anything. Another user popped up on her screen. Rubbencrazytalk: My little squash, your up late. HamPuckett: Stop calling me that. Rubbencrazytalk: I know you play hard to get Sam. Just soften up already. You know what's gonna happen if you block me. Don't make me take my handcuffs out. HamPuckett: I'll tell you for the last time; we will never be together. Just give up already. Stop hitting on me, stop tweeting about me and mostly, stop undressing me with your eyes you sick fuck. She hit the block button and smirked. Fredduccini: Are you still there? HamPuckett: Reuben IM'ed me. Fredduccini: Did he upset you? HamPuckett: I blocked him. Fredduccini: About time. She was too afraid to admit that Reuben threatened kidnap. Besides, who would help him? Sam opened the drawer next to her bed and took out a velvet green box. Inside was a celtic cross that once belonged to her grandmother. She was an Irish lass, which explained her behavior. Cecelia Puckett was just like Sam. That's where she inherited most of her genetic traits. When the cross was around her neck, she felt safe. Besides, she could fight off Reuben. | #3 Dec 13th 2009, 12:38pm . Edited Dec 13th 2009, 12:39pm | |
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