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This is just a what the heck sort of thing... I wrote this a while ago and never shared it so I just thought might as well... enjoy? It might be kinda retarded though...
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I stared in cold shock at the scene in front of me, "How could this happen?" I thought in anguish. I stared at the man who betrayed me, who killed my parents, my sister, everyone............................
I glared at him, wondering how he could do this, my sweet loving Jason. My steady boyfriend of two years, but now.... but now he's smiling, a bloodthirsty grin on his handsome face.
He turned towards me with a sneer, "What's wrong doll face?"
His fangs were dripping with blood. Yes, my sweet, loving Jason was a vampire.
Not one of those with a heart in those stupid romance novels called the Twilight Saga. No, this was real life. These vampires were bloodthirsty predators; they pick their prey and stalk them for years. They gain their trust and then, slaughter them.
But... I still couldn't believe that MY Jason could do this. Tears started streaming down my face. He put his face to mine, wiping the tears off my face.
For a second, I thought he looked human, but then, he kicked me with a laugh. He pretended to wipe tears of laughter off his face,
"Did you truly believe I was going to say sorry!? To apologize, say everything is okay!?"
He started laughing hysterically.
I glanced at the bodies of my family. My father's body was slashed in multiple places, my mom's face was cut so badly it was unrecognizable, and my sister's, my sweet sister's body had no limbs what so ever.
But they all had one thing in common, their throats were ripped out. There was no blood because he did those things after he drained them, making me watch in horror as he defiled them.
Bile rose to my throat in memory.
As I wallowed in my memories, a sudden pain in my ribs brought me back to the horrible present.
"Well?” he asked with a condescending sneer on his face.
I spat in his face, "You sick ******* how could you do this!? How could you pretend to love someone for so many years, and then just slaughter them in cold blood!?"
He simply grinned back, he once again put his face close to mine, our noses almost touching, and I could smell the blood, the smell of death.
I remembered all the times he has done that to me, so gentle, so loving. But now, all I wanted to do was hurt him.
" Well for one, we all have to eat, so why not have some fun while I’m at it?” he whispered the horrifying answer to my question.
He then nuzzled me in the neck,” Such sweet blood, I can't wait to taste it." he growled out. I shuddered, he chuckled at my reaction. He nipped at my neck slightly; I shuddered again at the thought of what could happen if he bit any harder.
"Awww, don't be like that sweety, I thought we had something going."
I glared at him in fury, I tried to punch him but he easily stopped it with a swipe.
"Oooo, still a little fight, I'm going to need to fix that."
He sent another swift kick to my ribs, following up with another kick to my stomach. I smashed against the opposite wall, hearing a crack that was probably one of my ribs. I winced in pain and tried to stand up.
BIG mistake.
He was suddenly in front of me. I saw a feral grin plastered on his face before I bent over from a punch in my stomach. It hurt like hell but he never drew any blood, probably to make sure he has more to drink.
I smirked slightly at the thought, only to be slapped roughly.
"What's so funny?" he whispered in my ear.
He then hit my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me.
I coughed up blood, as soon as he saw the blood; he stopped hitting me in my stomach to my relief. But that did not last long when he kicked my legs causing me to hit my head against the wall while heading towards the hard, unforgiving floor. I literally saw stars for a few seconds before my vision cleared.
I heard police sirens in the background. One of the neighbors must have heard the screaming and decided to call the police.
When I looked up, Jason was gone. I looked around, confirming that he must have gone to stop the police from getting here, just as I made that observation, I heard the screeching of metal on concrete just a block away.
I quickly stood up, wincing as I moved towards the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and concealed it. I returned to my previous position, pretending to moan in pain.
As I opened my eyes, Jason was once again in front of me. "Well Katey, I suppose this is the end." he said, licking his bloodstained lips.
As soon as he finished the statement, I slammed the knife I held into his body. I felt wet blood gush onto my body, he moved back, clutching his stomach. I grinned in triumph.
My grin faded rapidly when I heard a low chuckle. He removed his arm and I saw that he had somehow dodged the blade. It had only grazed his skin.
He glared at me," I was going to be gentle....... but not anymore!" With that he sprang at me, I struggled, trying to get away, but he was just too strong.
The last thing I felt was a searing pain in my throat, and then.........................
"The whole entire Brown family was found dead in their home with their throats torn out and various other bodily injuries. A decimated police car was also found just a block away from the Brown's house. The main suspect is the older daughter's boyfriend Jason Smith. If you see him, please dial 911 immediately."
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I stared in cold shock at the scene in front of me, "How could this happen?" I thought in anguish. I stared at the man who betrayed me, who killed my parents, my sister, everyone............................
I glared at him, wondering how he could do this, my sweet loving Jason. My steady boyfriend of two years, but now.... but now he's smiling, a bloodthirsty grin on his handsome face.
He turned towards me with a sneer, "What's wrong doll face?"
His fangs were dripping with blood. Yes, my sweet, loving Jason was a vampire.
Not one of those with a heart in those stupid romance novels called the Twilight Saga. No, this was real life. These vampires were bloodthirsty predators; they pick their prey and stalk them for years. They gain their trust and then, slaughter them.
But... I still couldn't believe that MY Jason could do this. Tears started streaming down my face. He put his face to mine, wiping the tears off my face.
For a second, I thought he looked human, but then, he kicked me with a laugh. He pretended to wipe tears of laughter off his face,
"Did you truly believe I was going to say sorry!? To apologize, say everything is okay!?"
He started laughing hysterically.
I glanced at the bodies of my family. My father's body was slashed in multiple places, my mom's face was cut so badly it was unrecognizable, and my sister's, my sweet sister's body had no limbs what so ever.
But they all had one thing in common, their throats were ripped out. There was no blood because he did those things after he drained them, making me watch in horror as he defiled them.
Bile rose to my throat in memory.
As I wallowed in my memories, a sudden pain in my ribs brought me back to the horrible present.
"Well?” he asked with a condescending sneer on his face.
I spat in his face, "You sick ******* how could you do this!? How could you pretend to love someone for so many years, and then just slaughter them in cold blood!?"
He simply grinned back, he once again put his face close to mine, our noses almost touching, and I could smell the blood, the smell of death.
I remembered all the times he has done that to me, so gentle, so loving. But now, all I wanted to do was hurt him.
" Well for one, we all have to eat, so why not have some fun while I’m at it?” he whispered the horrifying answer to my question.
He then nuzzled me in the neck,” Such sweet blood, I can't wait to taste it." he growled out. I shuddered, he chuckled at my reaction. He nipped at my neck slightly; I shuddered again at the thought of what could happen if he bit any harder.
"Awww, don't be like that sweety, I thought we had something going."
I glared at him in fury, I tried to punch him but he easily stopped it with a swipe.
"Oooo, still a little fight, I'm going to need to fix that."
He sent another swift kick to my ribs, following up with another kick to my stomach. I smashed against the opposite wall, hearing a crack that was probably one of my ribs. I winced in pain and tried to stand up.
BIG mistake.
He was suddenly in front of me. I saw a feral grin plastered on his face before I bent over from a punch in my stomach. It hurt like hell but he never drew any blood, probably to make sure he has more to drink.
I smirked slightly at the thought, only to be slapped roughly.
"What's so funny?" he whispered in my ear.
He then hit my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me.
I coughed up blood, as soon as he saw the blood; he stopped hitting me in my stomach to my relief. But that did not last long when he kicked my legs causing me to hit my head against the wall while heading towards the hard, unforgiving floor. I literally saw stars for a few seconds before my vision cleared.
I heard police sirens in the background. One of the neighbors must have heard the screaming and decided to call the police.
When I looked up, Jason was gone. I looked around, confirming that he must have gone to stop the police from getting here, just as I made that observation, I heard the screeching of metal on concrete just a block away.
I quickly stood up, wincing as I moved towards the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and concealed it. I returned to my previous position, pretending to moan in pain.
As I opened my eyes, Jason was once again in front of me. "Well Katey, I suppose this is the end." he said, licking his bloodstained lips.
As soon as he finished the statement, I slammed the knife I held into his body. I felt wet blood gush onto my body, he moved back, clutching his stomach. I grinned in triumph.
My grin faded rapidly when I heard a low chuckle. He removed his arm and I saw that he had somehow dodged the blade. It had only grazed his skin.
He glared at me," I was going to be gentle....... but not anymore!" With that he sprang at me, I struggled, trying to get away, but he was just too strong.
The last thing I felt was a searing pain in my throat, and then.........................
"The whole entire Brown family was found dead in their home with their throats torn out and various other bodily injuries. A decimated police car was also found just a block away from the Brown's house. The main suspect is the older daughter's boyfriend Jason Smith. If you see him, please dial 911 immediately."
